I am the polar opposite of a hoarder. Clutter gives me anxiety and I rarely have a hard time letting go of things – especially if I have not used them recently. Oh, sure – I will keep items that may come in handy or have a possible use in the near future. However, I just feel better when things have homes they belong in, and my house is not overgrown in trinkets or random useless items. If I love it, I keep it. If not, it gets donated, recycled, or chucked.
My sister flew in from Texas this past weekend to surprise me, and it was a short but glorious visit! My husband was kind enough to spend the majority of his weekend watching our boys so I could go fully indulge in the sister time. We shopped, ate, drank, and even impulsively got matching tattoos. It was especially nice of her because this is the first year that she and her family will not be coming home for Christmas. Our first Christmas in 34 years that we have not celebrated together. We have been pretty fortunate to have shared so many holidays together. But alas, with every visit and every homecoming… my sister and I know what comes next. ‘The Rage’.
‘Tis that time of year once again. Time for…. The Sicky Ickies. Every fall my kiddos have fallen prey to the germs of their peers, spread especially well by sneezers who lack arm control, goober pickers, and snack sharers. Sprinkled about a classroom, to the naked eye these little joyful children appear innocent enough. Look a bit closer and you will begin to see a parent’s worst nightmare. You will see… a cesspool of unrelenting germs hell bent on causing tummy trouble, ear infections, pink eye, the flu… you name it, they got it. Now that we’re talking about it, can you excuse me, please? Just gotta wash these hands REAL quick.
Do I enjoy having my shit together? Absolutely. Is it a facade more than half the time? Definitely.
Enjoy the weekly bundle, direct from my playlist.
Have you ever seen a gray moon?
Not just the color,
Sort of overcast, hanging sadly in the shadows of the night,
It illuminates nothing, and yet it still gives off a pitiful puff of light
Like the end of the last drag of a wilting cigarette.
Lifeless, dull, dreary, weathered
Smudged glass reflecting fingerprints
Yellowing newspapers crinkled in a scrapbook
Quietly standing by, observing the night
From the corner of a barren room,
Perhaps a musty-scented basement?
Perspective can change its appearance and
The moon can illuminate -White! Harvest! Yellow! Shining!
But not tonight
Not in this season
It is just gray.
I can relate.
I never thought I would be the kind of person to celebrate the mass destruction of other living things. However, this fall I am eagerly anticipating the desolation of the unreal amount of mosquitos living in our midst. No doubt, this coming seasonal extermination will probably be my favorite thing about this October, other than the beautiful leaves and crisp autumn air. Beauty and destruction; a rigid dichotomy.
Life sometimes moves fast, but this fall has been… just, WHOA.
I asked my husband this week, “In our entire 18 plus years together, have you ever felt this busy before? I mean, can you really remember a time in our lives when we had this many demands on us – had this much crammed into our schedules and our daily lives?” He glanced over nonchalantly and said….”I don’t feel that busy, really.” And he meant it. And my jaw dropped.
Crisp autumn air is not quite here yet, but I can feel it coming, just like Phil Collins.
Someone needs to get these apple cider donuts out of my house, stat! Who the heck thought I would have the willpower to resist their sugary goodness when I purchased this 12 pack from the pumpkin farm?! I see now that I was lying to myself, full at the time off an ice cold beer and fresh, buttery corn on the cob. As I polished off my 4th donut today, I thought ‘Wow, I cannot be contained. Hello, Fall leggings and baggy sweatshirts!”