Saturday 2/23/13 I typically take pictures first, and add words last. The pictures are my favorite part and sometimes I really struggle to say anything. But this weekend, I haven’t taken a single photo yet, or in days for that matter. So it’s words first, and pictures second. I spent Saturday cleaning bathrooms, working the laundry, and doing paperwork. Specifically, I did taxes. And for some reason I am so elated to have them done that I just had to sit down and write about it. I think my elation is more than that though. Last week was sort of a bummer week. We learned that the house we were hoping to buy in the next few months has been taken off the market for the time being. It took me a few days to adjust (poor Jonny still hasn’t) but now I am more hopeful and excited than ever. We really needed more time and now we have it. I still believe that we may end up in that house. In the meantime, I’ve had a fresh burst of creative housekeeping energy. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt this way. I’ve been sort of down on our living arrangements all together lately. But, now that I know we are in this house for awhile longer, I am motivated to keep doing my best to make it work. I know everything looks quaint and fun and wonderful in pictures, and yes, we do have a lot of fun, but living in what is technically a one (maybe two) bedroom house with six children is often a challenge that I don’t feel like I can manage gracefully anymore. Sleep and privacy are two big issues. But, I am working on my attitude and accepting where we are. We are very blessed in many ways, and I am well aware of that.
I hung a little thrift store painting on the bathroom wall tonight, and for some reason I was so thrilled with it, that my negative feelings about mess and dirt were overshadowed. Seriously, I felt almost manic in my happiness, and it’s just a little painting. Maybe I need to focus on adding something pretty at those times when I am feeling discouraged because I can’t seem to tame the mess and the chaos.
Sunday 2/24/13 When I woke up this morning, the big kids were gone. They left without even eating breakfast. I asked Jonny where they were, and he directed me to the woods. I put on boots with my pajamas, grabbed my camera, and went looking for them. The bacon was getting cold. I found them at the little sandy creek that runs through the woods behind our house. They had dammed it up and were floating homemade boats. When I was a little girl, I built many a dam in the creeks on Lookout Mountain where my dad lived, always hoping for a swimming hole, but making do with the mid calf pools that resulted. My brother and sisters and I would play for hours before breaking up our dams and heading home. I’m so glad that my kids have the opportunity to do the same.