My house is a TOTAL mess. There is a half chopped-up batch of kale on the counter, sitting on top of a cutting board that's sitting on top of a cookbook. There's a similar pile on the stove that is framed by a pool of coconut milk that never made it to the pan. Cheerios, peas, dried fruit and hardened pieces of rice stick to my feet as I walk through the dining room, all seconds from Wesley's tray this afternoon (I actually vacuumed earlier today). There is a basket of folded clothes and a basket of unfolded clothes in the living room. I am actually quite proud they are clean. There are several sets of toys co-mingling on the rug and table in the living room. Sesame Street friends are riding Noah's Ark and the train set is a train wreck dividing itself into several scenes of carnage over the living room rug. There are board books, storybooks, and piano books sprawled out. My guitar is laying on the coffee table. I don't remember taking it out of its case. I have dedicated a paper bag for accumulating the random junk I can't even describe succinctly. The quarter-inch headphone adaptor. The decorative scrapbook tape in two shades of orange. The software CD I am not sure we need to keep or ever installed. Ee gawds! The paper bag of junk sits on the staircase next to the other (bigger) random items I will find a home for (eventually).
I will not have a clean house when I wake up tomorrow morning. No chance of that. But I will have a beautiful memory of today. Today we woke up to sunshine. Today we played at E.C.F.E., then had lunch at the co-op with our friends and played outside. We played OUTSIDE! While the boys were napping, I caught up with one of my favorite comedians on Netflix. I laughed. Outloud. When they woke up we played outside again. Daddy walked home from work and joined us at the park. Wesley used a baby swing for the first time and laughed and laughed! William used a big kid swing for the first time and fell off twice. He decided it would be fun to push Wesley in the baby swing and squealed with delight and fear when Wesley was close enough to push, and almost close enough to knock him down. We felt sunshine on our face. We came home and ate a curry dish (sans kale as I had planned).
I left to get a haircut and found today's issue of Rolling Stone in the waiting lounge. I picked it up because the comedian I was watching earlier (Louis C.K.) was on the cover. When I opened it I found an interview with my former co-worker-turned-MSNBC-host Christ Hayes. It was fun to read about Chris' adventurous and full life. Then turned the page and saw this: "The Fossil Fuel Resistance," an article by Bill McKibbon about the movement to stop the Keystone XL pipeline and climate change. It was several pages long and talked about the many faces of the climate movement. I liked the part about the angry mothers!
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/the-fossil-fuel-resistance-20130411
My house is really pretty disgusting, but our lives are rich and full of laughter, love and (finally) sunshine. And, sometimes, a bit of adventure. With a new haircut and a new appreciation for Rolling Stone, I am calling it a night.
Early morning addition:
By a unexplainable self-imposed reverse-psychology miracle, after writing this blog I took an hour to clean up, wash dishes, rinse out the poopy diapers, and start a load of wash. The energy to clean came from the acceptance of my lack of energy, and writing in gratitude for a great day. Wonder if it would work again?
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