I decided to spend this weekend taking care of some shit at home. Today was concentrated inside, on cleaning and organizing.
But first, I slept in.
6am had me awake. I rolled back over. 7am had me awake again. Still no. I gave in at 930am, and showered. I longed to wash my hair, but I knew I technically shouldn’t until this evening. It didn’t look too bad once I had it brushed and clipped up in a bun with a cloth head band hiding it. It was supposed to be hot anyway, and I had house cleaning on my agenda. No sense in washing it this morning when I would wish I could in the evening. I had my morning chat with Sophia, and then got to it. Kitchen counters cleaned off and wiped down, fridge cleaned out and wiped down, cupboards organized a little better. Sweep, mop, move on to the dining room. Go through a pile of school work that I’ve obviously been neglecting for months, change the table cloth, sweep, mop. Grandma came home for a minute after she got off work, but left shortly after. She was going on a much deserved trip out of town to a mutual friends and will be gone for a few days. After sitting and chatting with her a bit, I moved on to the man cave in the basement. . . I showed Matt some organizing tips so it wouldn’t look so cluttered. Chase’s room. . . make his bed, organize vacuum. . . Matt’s room, same bit. Organize a bit, laundry down, pick up, garbage out.
I made it to my room finally, and sighed. I keep up on my room obviously, but I hadn’t kept up on my filing, and had 7 months worth to go through. I do this every year. I only file like twice a year, even though I have an efficient binder system that seems to work well. Me and filing aren’t friends though. I hate it. But I realize the necessity in it.
I knocked that out pretty quickly though, put away some laundry, made my own bed, vacuumed. . .
And I was done with the home shit for the day. And it was only 430pm.
I decided to do my nails real quick, and then headed out to run a couple errands. Bank, gas, car wash. It was horribly hot out. The thermostat in my car read 95 degrees. I needed to fill the gas can for the lawn mowers so I could tackle that tomorrow, otherwise I probably would have said fuck it and stayed home all day.
After having done all that I did today I decided on burgers and shakes and a movie night with the hooligans.
So we plopped down in the living room to watch Ralph Breaks the Internet after dinner. We ate our ice cream and laughed at the movie. After finishing his ice cream Chase curled up in the recliner next to me to watch the movie.
Now he’s in the tub, and I’m sitting here in front of Rosalyn, music playing. My house is clean, my kids are taken care of, and I got some shit knocked off my to-do list.
Tomorrow will be yard work, and a hair cut for Matt, and one of his friends coming over, and grocery pick up, and hopefully some writing work in the afternoon.
I did a lot of thinking today. I thought a lot about the way this year has been such a whirlwind of change. I thought about how things could be different had the paths not kept changing. I thought about where I am now, and if the prior paths would have led me here. I wondered what other paths lay in store for me. I thought about how we always end up where we’re supposed to be.
And as much as I wish I could have followed some of those paths a little longer, that I hadn’t been forced to leave them so abruptly, I know that it is likely I wouldn’t be where I am in my writing venture had I stayed on them. My biggest wish for so long has been to pursue my writing career, and now I can, and I am.
Everything happens for a reason. Everything happens when it’s supposed to.
So I’m gonna see how far I can follow this path for. See where it leads me.
As for those other paths, maybe the purpose was to lead me to this one. And maybe this path will circle back around to those other paths after awhile. Or maybe not. I have no way of knowing.
It’s a big week for my Matthew B. He will be 15 on Wednesday, and then on Thursday we begin his braces journey. I’ll be reworking some of my posts about him and re-posting them on the Facebook page. Fifteen years ago I was just beginning the path of Motherhood, and I had no idea where I was going to end up or how I was gonna navigate it. So there’s that. Fifteen years later and I have two wonderful, amazing hooligans. Just proof that however uncertain the path may seem, you can navigate it. Through all of it’s twists and turn, through the rough terrain. Everything is figureoutable.
I really didn’t have much to write about this evening, but I needed to scratch the itch. So a quick synopsis of my rather quiet day, and some of the thoughts that flitted in and out of my head seemed like it would take care of the writers itch. If you got this far in the post, thank you for reading my ramblings, as always.
Anyway, happy Saturday. Embrace the path you’re on. You never know where it will lead you.