Another day
Today started like any other day.
Alarms went off without anyone getting up, lunches were made and breakfast was rushed.
Today is an ‘at home’ day – a day to scrub a bathroom (that I didn’t last week), a day to clean out the fridge and the pantry, a day to eat cookies for breakfast and drink coffee all day and maybe wrap a few presents.
It’s a day to step over the piles of folded laundry on the stairs and ignore the clutter hiding the counter in the girls’ bathroom, to gritch about the piles of homework that are constantly littering the kitchen table and how another weekend went by without anyone cleaning their room.
I will worry about the end of year bills and various family members and the fact that I keep forgetting to make a dentist appointment.
There will be a rushed dinner of frozen pizza (again) that the girls will squeeze in between homework and rehearsal.
There will be arguing over who gets to shower first at 9:30 p.m. and unfinished homework that will get started up again at 10.
A cat will probably throw up a hairball and climb the Christmas tree causing ornaments to fall off and light strands to come undone, and the burned out lightbulb in the kitchen ceiling that’s been burned out for a month will still be burned out.
Just another ordinary day.
Another beautiful, miraculous, ordinary day.
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| This has been my favorite quote for years. It has never rung more true. |
This morning, as both my girls rushed out the door to school, I held on just a bit tighter and longer than usual.
And when, for a split second, my mind went where I didn’t want it to go, I did the only thing I could do, the only thing we all can do.
I let go.
My daughter was home sick on Friday and still home sick from school today. She’s been vomiting for 5 days and when normally I would be at my wits end…I’m just thankful I have my daughter home with me. Those parents who lost their sweet children would give anything to be home cleaning up their child’s puke right now. I’m cherishing the extra snuggles right now…because when she’s better an able to go back to school it’s going to be soooo hard to ….let go! 🙁
I liked what you wrote. And what Dawn wrote above. Great words.
Beautifully put, Michelle. I agree. Both my girls missed the bus (again) today. But I drove them
without complaining, because they are with me, alive and as usual, running late. The alternative is unthinkable.