Behold, the magic that is the first week of school. Two parent teacher meetings, two soccer practices, one choir practice, one room-parent meeting, one doctor’s appointment, one swim party, one night of takeout and four nights of dicey dinners. I’ll have to rewash those toss pillow covers.
September is officially here.
Here is how I know I am past the point of logical thinking.
- I start tossing my keys on the entry table. Normally, I hang them up directly to the left. No additional effort or steps are needed so even though I came home and was about to turn around and leave again, there was no reason for me to toss keys around like confetti.
- I would never leave a book with a dust jacket at a precarious angle. I try to keep them in good condition.
- Junk mail is easy to get rid of, so I rarely let it pile up. And yet!
- That left pillow on the bed? With the buttons facing the wrong direction? Gah.
I know there are bigger messes online than this, but for me this is chaos that leaves me feeling overwhelmed and anxious. That entry table! All I need to do is get started. Pick up one thing. Like dominoes, that starts a chain reaction and before I know it, everything is back in place in roughly an hour. Really, it’s not that bad. I know this, theoretically.
Hmmm. Now that I think about it, the state of our home is my reaction to the abrupt and aggressive change in our schedule. I canz handle many new thingz? Getting up early, multiple after school events, and the bumpy process of learning a new routine has me craving time to regroup. I cleaned the fish tank yesterday, and that has been hanging over my head since Monday. It’s a start.
I had to convert the pictures to black and white before my eyes exploded.