And now it is Sunday morning, and I am having a rare moment of peace and quiet! Our Daddy is sleeping because he worked 12 hours last night, and the girls are out walking the puppy "corner to corner" so she can learn to get it right. I have some wonderful music playing, and other than that, I hear nothing else for the moment. Well, the clicking of my typing on the keyboard, but that seems to have the incredible feel of progress . . . . . which has been so sadly lacking in my life for the past couple of months. So, I'm greatly encouraged this day. It is a gift.
But now it is time to begin to tackle the chaos that comes with family life. When Mom has no energy to keep up with the daily commotion that a family creates, it is definitely NOT a good thing! I've been trying to work on getting all of my art supplies and my sewing room organized for many weeks now, but I can't seem to find my way through the maze. So, I reorganized our laundry room, and that took care of some of the "junk" that had been lurking in every corner of the house. You know, Dads and kids don't really care if the screwdriver is in the bathroom cabinet or if the can opener is in the bedroom dresser. But, then when Dad needs the screwdriver, of course, he can't find it, so Mom has to stop whatever she is doing and go looking for it. So, in self defense, this Mom tries to keep things in some kind of logical location. Silly me!
Now, normally Sunday mornings seem like a good time for us to gather our little family together and head out to Our Community Church for a time or worship. And in Our Little Village we have such a wonderful family group; people who have chosen to be family in the absence of "biological" relatives. It is wonderful to be a part of this kind of community! But today, with our Daddy still snoring upstairs, it just was too overwhelming to me to go through all of that. I usually get to church in such a whirl of chaos, that when I finally have everybody all situated, I finally stop to think . . . . and wonder, "Did I even remember to comb my hair?" Or, "Did I remember to put on my slip?" or "Good grief, I have on two different color shoes!" These few moments of peace are truly a gift!
As I contemplate this coming week, I remain hopeful that I can conquer a bit more of the chaos that is all around me. The remains of those pesky things that I just can't figure out what to do with . . . . . still a few things that just were tossed in an empty corner when we moved in and I STILL haven't gotten to them . . . . . and the piles and piles of STUFF that have accumulated while I've been struggling to feel better. Every day I find more and more STUFF that needs to be returned to its proper corner of our little universe. Library books and dirty sox under the bed; a hammer under the couch cushion; paint brushes behind the TV set. So, armload by armload, I'm conquering the chaos! And when I finally get all that STUFF sorted out in my art corner and get my sewing room all put back together, I'm looking forward to having a little time to create something fun! Can't wait . . . . I'm just really bad at coping with chaos, so off I go to tackle the next pile of STUFF. Maybe next Sunday will be a bit less overwhelming and I'll be back at church wondering about my underwear. Now THAT sounds normal!