My original plan was to write a post tonight on some of the small projects I've been working on around the house.
However, I always want to be honest on this blog. I don't want to pretend. That would be too exhausting, and I just don't have the desire or the energy to fake something that isn't there.
So, truth be told: The house is a mess, and I didn't touch one of the those projects today.
In less than 24 hours the yellow bungalow went from clean and presentable, to an utter disaster.
I could blame it on Boston
and the fact that he was dropped off at 8 this morning; spiraling two already naughty dogs into shear chaos for the next two hours. (Remember Boston? He is at fault for my love for big dogs. I think it's his eyes, I just get lost in them. They cut me deep I tell ya.)
I could blame it on the fact that at 9:45 Dexter ate Nancy's (our physical therapist) sunglasses.
I could blame it on the fact that at 10am all three dogs escaped the house and I spent the next 15 minutes running around our street chasing and screaming at my three unruly canine children while my kind neighbors assisted me in corralling them home.
Meanwhile, my human child sat screaming in the living room, not understanding why mommy dashed out of the house like a mad woman.
I could blame it on the fact that we then took a four hour tour through our town running errand after errand. (With a pit stop lunch with a good friend and fattening food, of course.)
Today, I could come up with countless reasons why my house looks as awful as it does.
But the reality is, it just wasn't a priority today.
When I got home my body, my mind, and more importantly my boy needed to rest. I called the man of the house and warned him what to expect when he got home. Put the little guy in his crib for a well needed nap, crawled under the covers of my own bed, and we both slept.
We slept because sleep can be healing. It can calm an endless running mind, it soothes overworked muscles, and washes away the stresses of the day.
An hour later we woke refreshed, and ready to play. So play we did.
Tonight, I go to bed thankful.
Thankful for friends with dogs, especially for Boston.
Thankful for understanding therapists who love my kid and forgive my dogs.
Thankful for neighbors who have grown a deaf hear to the constant barking, and a blind eye to the sometimes marking of the front lawns.
Thankful for a reliable car to take me around town and a boy that held in the tears until we were five minutes from home.
Thankful for the solace and comfort of beds and cribs to recuperate in.
Thankful for a hardworking husband who loves me despite my inner messy self, which I sometimes let roam free around our home.
Thankful that God doesn't inspect my house or my life with a white glove, but loves me where I'm at, and gently leads me where He wants me to be.
In the midst of chaos, what are you thankful for?
Have a good weekend,