This morning was a super productive one. I cleaned and organized the pantry/ laundry room, which was a fairly major undertaking. For a brief moment as I stood back and surveyed my work, I felt "on top of things." That HARDLY EVER happens in my life, I tell ya!
It was short lived though. I gathered up the last pile of folded laundry, and headed to the hall closet to put away the clean smelling, freshly folded pillowcases. When I opened the closet, a wadded up blanket came tumbling out at my feet. I noticed another wadded up blanket that had dried grass still on it. The place where the pillowcases belong was occupied by a tablecloth. (Tablecloths don't belong in that closet at all.)
I knew I should dive in and organize the closet, but I just wasn't up to it. As I shoved everything haphazardly back in the closet and closed the door, I may or may not have said out loud
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
My inspiration for this record of my days:
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen