A Season for Everything… Including Self-Care
Would you allow me the opportunity to take you through an all-too-frequent moment in my day? Let me just prepare you that this is going to have massive run-on sentences. It HAS to. You’ll see why, and either you’ll think I am completely bonkers, or you will COMPLETELY relate. It goes like this: I get home from teaching my spin class at Zyn22 (come ride, btw!), the house is a disaster from the morning fight of getting to work/school, so I start to clean the dishes during which time I take a whiff of the washcloth I’ve been using and it smells like mildew, so I go to put it in the washer. I open up the washer door only to find clothes left there from overnight that I washed, so I open the dryer and see that there are still clothes in the dryer I forgot to fold, so I pull the laundry basket down, put the dry clothes in the basket, take the wet clothes and put them in the dryer, then throw the gross-smelling rag in the washer. I realize I can’t just wash one washcloth, so I proceed to the dirty clothes hampers and start taking out the dirty clothes that I can wash with the washcloth. I find a child’s shoe in the hamper (why?!), so I take it to their room only to see stuff all over the floor and the beds not made. Because I hate to leave things disorderly, I put the shoe where it belongs, I make the beds, pick up the pajamas, and go to put them back in the children’s drawer. I open the drawer and realize everything is so wadded up, that I can hardly shut it, so in frustration, I pull everything OUT of the drawer and start to refold it. As I refold things, I come to the realization that there are so many things we need to give away because my kids no longer wear them or are too small, so I go grab a trash bag and put clothing in to be donated. I take the bag to the trunk of my car so that I am sure to remember to drop it off at some point. As I open my trunk, I see the groceries that I purchased after class and forgot to bring inside. I bring the food inside and then….
ARE YOU STILL TRACKING WITH ME?! Inhale…exhale…(my husband said just reading this part stressed him out).
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