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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Just Write: The Counter is Sticky.

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We are merely moving shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. Psalm 39:6


The counter is sticky, I notice, as I am trying to get it all done. There are bills and there is mail and there is homework and schedules and work writing and stuff.

I hit enter and turn in what's due and just about make it to H's bus before it stops and drops him off. E is barefoot and I've got two mismatched shoes on.

He runs across the street and I can tell that today he is happy. Somedays he gets off the bus and he's tired or cranky or maybe his feelings were hurt, but today, he is happy.

I've no clue what's for dinner even though I promised myself the night before I would figure it out before the middle of the afternoon.

H wants to play legos and E wants in on the action. "No!" He says in a rare instance of not wanting her near.

I set her up at the table making trail mix for after school snack. She's dumping raisins and cereal and pretzels and nuts into bags and almost as many are falling to the ground as in the bags.

"We're going to the park," I tell her, "we must." The 80 degree breeze blows in the window, the sun is burning down and I know it won't last. I also know I'm not going to last much longer inside watching my to-do's and chores pile up.

We should walk or bike or something but we don't. We sit parked at T and M's busstop down the street waiting, they are both surprised and nervous as the get in the van. I can tell they think we might have to run errands.

"We're going to the park."

We skip the mandatory homework time and go to the park where we pretty much own it. It's hot and we're sweaty but we're here and I have nearly forgotten the mess on the counter and the list of things I need to do before the next day.

When we get home, dinner just comes to me. Like it pretty much jumps out of the freezer and cupboards at me. The table gets set, the dishwasher emptied. The trail mix on the floor, well, someone must have eaten it, it's gone now.

The counter though, I think it's still sticky.

Linking up to this weeks Just Write. An exercise in free writing, no editing.



7 Comments:

Blogger CJ said...

The best lesson I learned, through losing a child, was that sticky counters can wait. Laundry can wait. EVERYTHING can wait. Everything but my child. Beautiful post!

October 4, 2011 at 9:43 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

My counter is sticky, too.

This post--the way it hums and takes me along for your ride--is wonderful. Thank you.

October 4, 2011 at 11:22 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

There is something to be said about just letting those little things go and appreciating the moment! I struggle with that but I'm getting better! Wonderful post as usual. :)

October 4, 2011 at 1:03 PM  
Blogger This too shall pass said...

I saw a sign on pinterest that said
Good Moms have
Sticky floors,
Messy kitchens,
Laundry piles,
Dirty ovens,
and Happy Kids!

I sure hope I have happy, because I do have sticky, messy, piles, and dirty!

October 4, 2011 at 5:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great Post!! The sticky counters can wait.. How fun playing at the park.

Love you all
Auntie Laurie

October 4, 2011 at 5:23 PM  
Blogger Gloria said...

Great post and I am with Denise on the feeling of just cruising right along with you.

October 4, 2011 at 8:08 PM  
Blogger Heather of the EO said...

I love it how anyone who reads this gets to feel like we came along and saw and felt it all with you. It made me feel FREE. And that's good :)

October 5, 2011 at 8:43 PM  

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