I have seen a couple of post's as I whip around blog land this morning that have caught my eye as striking a chord within. I have missed blogging the last few days and am really really wanting to sew but neither of these things have happened. Well in reality I have nothing interesting to blog about as I haven't sewed! LOL.
There are a lot of things going on here and in my mind right now but of course I don't share every little thing that happens on my blog as some things are just not suitable and some things I don't want the whole wide world to have access to.
I try and blog about things that I find uplifting, inspiring and creative. Things I have learned, Insights I have.
On Wednesday night my mind was overflowing with the 'have to do's' - The menu plan not done on Tuesday, the shopping not done as there was no Menu plan, the dishes piled on the bench adjoining the sink....
At the risk of ruining my Blogutation I'll tell you something that I don't tell to people...
I don't do the dishes after dinner. I don't do much in the way of cleaning the kitchen after dinner either. I don't even do them later that night ... are you ready for it ... I leave them there till the next day!!!
I try to do them at some stage in the morning ... but sometimes it is the afternoon. *shrug*
I tell myself I'm I'm tired and really just could not be bothered.
but ... I realised something on Wednesday as I struggled thought the load of Washing up late in the afternoon. Its not that I couldn't be bothered at all, I just don't want to.
That's quite liberating. I don't wash up after dinner because I don't want to, sure it would be glorious to come into a clean kitchen in the morning and you might find me raving about the value of doing this in a year or six months, I have been there before.
Right now I enjoy it more if I do it in the morning, and I enjoy it more if I can see out the window. I gaze out in the daylight at the birds fossicking through my mulch, gaze upon my garden and my weeds, dream about what my yard and house could be, potential storage solutions for my fabric, what colour paint I might one day do the laundry with ... all sorts of random Sunny things.
At night its a dreary job, when the house is quiet. Its solitary and devoid of life.
At night I can only see my own tired reflection in the glass of the window and occasionally a neighbourhood cat will jump up on the window sill chasing moths and scare the living you know what out of me ... this I do not need ...
So I choose to do it in the day, and sometimes I feel guilty and ashamed about it and I envy organised night time kitchen cleaning home-makers and while I'm telling truths ... for the record the last comfort food dinner I served was real, as was the frazzled feeling and attempt at self comfort. On the following night my kids chose spag-o-saurus rather than grilled chicken on bread rolls ( lucky as there weren't enough rolls to go round on Wed ).
Thats Ok. Its not my ideal, but its OK it happens occasionally, it worked for everyone here, no one is malnourished.
I'm telling you this so I don't get accused of telling blies but more so just to let you know everyone has bad, disorganised, imperfect days and feel there might be something they could be doing better. Go with it. Accept it. Find some small beauty in it, something smile worthy ... like the amazing contrast of the rough bark against the fresh green leaves of a tree over your fence, or the smile on your kids faces as the tuck into a 'special treat' of a bowl of Spag-a-saurus.
Hope you all have perfectly imperfect weekends.