These past few weeks life has been piling up and threatening to bury us alive here at Chez S.O. Nothing extraordinary, just mundane appointments, sick children, work, housework, etc. Yesterday afternoon in an attempt to make a tangible dent and restore order to one small corner of reality I moved the unfolded laundry into the living room, made a cup of tea and put in a movie. Over the years my brain has developed the uncanny ability to shut out surrounding chaos and anchor my sanity to one little happy, organized spot. Folded clothes seemed as good an anchor as any. Unfortunately the endeavor proved to be an epic fail. First mistake was my movie choice. “Maxed Out” turned out to be a depressing little documentary to watch even if high spirits had prevailed. It definitely added to feelings of overwhelming despair. Second mistake, assuming the piles of folded clothes would remain folded if I stacked them around me on the floor. Stampeding kids and cats reduced 90 minutes of work to nothingness during one brief trip to the restroom.
Later, while steaming my worries away in the bathtub I channeled my late Grandma Eva. She would have told me, “Say there!” (that’s how grandma always started off) “You just be glad you have clothes to fold, a house to be messy and a job to complain about.” She would have also grabbed my girls by their delicate little ears, pulled them into the living room and set them to folding laundry. Next on Grandma’s list, a sledge hammer to my DH’s pc, thus ending his ability to beam off to WOW at a moment’s notice. With these sage thoughts I finally found my happy spot and went to bed early. This weekend I’ll tackle the mundane. The family will help. Cheers!