There is a ceramic plate and a plastic funnel in my bathroom sink. The bathroom floor is littered with clothing. The front room is covered with unopened mail, empty boxes, empty gift bags, reusable grocery bags, shoes of every shape and size, my work bag, Caleb's work bag, Sammy's daycare bag, all of which are half open with contents strewn about. The diaper pail is in the living room and has four dirty diapers sitting next to it that only need to be placed inside.
The kitchen counters are barely visible underneath the piles of dishes. The high chair tray (and the floor underneath) is smeared with the leftovers from dinner.
Our toys, normally corralled in our toy shelf, have dispersed themselves throughout the house.
I can't see all of it at once, but I think about it from my vantage point in the bathtub.
And it relaxes me. I sigh peacefully and sink deeper into the bath.
We had a long weekend this past weekend. And for the first time in a long time, we chose each other over the chores. Normally, we are busy bees on the weekends, working hard to finish all the cleaning and all the cooking for the week. In the midst of those moments, I look at Caleb and say, "Hey - we're doing this! We're doing it!" This and it being keeping ourselves fed, clothed, and somewhat rested. And the floors somewhat clean.
But this weekend, we opted for going to the park, and having long conversations, sitting on our front porch, celebrating a birthday, and spending an afternoon at my parents' house. Some of it was deeply exhausting. Some of it was deeply relaxing. Most of it was somewhere in between. All of it was a good break. And the house caught it all. And that is why I am relaxed. Even with a plate in my bathroom sink*.
*I was eating eggs for dinner, which Sammy can't have. He really wanted them, so I took them to the bath and ate them there. And then to hide the plate from him, I put it in the sink. So there you go.
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