This is one of my favourite sayings:
it does not mean to be in a place
where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. it means to be in
the midst of those things and still
be calm in your heart.
Today, as I was hanging washing on the line, I decided it was time to share a little of my ‘noise, trouble and hard work’. Some of my chaos, if you like.
A sneak peak into the midst of my life – some of the chaos I live with, learn from, laugh at – and still stay (relatively) calm.
Here are two little snippets from the midst of today. It’s noon as I write this, and I am so looking forward to seeing what the rest of the day has in store for me.
A tale of dirty uniforms…
This morning I
dragged myself bounced out of bed as my husband left the house, as usual. He leaves before 6am to ‘beat the traffic’ on his commute to the office, and I start my morning routine.
First item of the day is waking up Gorgeous Girl. It’s not an easy task, and I have to be ever vigilant for pulled up covers, shut doors and “I didn’t hear you wake me’s”. My darling daughter turned 15 last week, so you’d think she’d be pretty independent and able to manage things by now, don’t you? (No sniggering allowed).
Her school bus leaves from the top of the street at 7am, promptly. So you can imagine my glee at the
second third final call when she told me she’d no clean dress.
She has three school dresses (and I am thankful every day that it isn’t the blouse and horrid pleated skirt of her previous school’s uniform!) and we rotate them in the wash. During summer they really need to be washed after each wear – so theory says, one on, two in the wash and since I wash regularly, this shouldn’t be a problem.
Only… when I washed on Friday last week, apparently there was only one dress there. I didn’t wash over the weekend as I was kind of otherwise engaged (baking cakes and scones and hosting a party for a certain Gorgeous Girl…)
And yesterday I didn’t wash either, because they had forecast rain (no, we didn’t get any – why did I think to believe the forecast?)
So this morning: no dress.
You can probably guess the rest. Wails. Mutters. Gnashing of teeth. Stomping even.
And that was just me …
A tale of dead mice…
So, finally everyone is out of the house and I’m ready to do some work. A load of wash in the washing machine and another hung on the line. It’s about 10am and I am contemplating a cup of tea. Ahh, peace, lovely peace. The birds are twittering in the trees, the dogs are happily asleep in the sun. Life is good.
My phone rings.
It’s Captain Scarlet, calling from university. He stayed at a friends house overnight so he could miss that dreaded traffic as he had an early lecture this morning. And in his rush to leave home last night, he forgot to feed his pet.
So he called to ask me if I could do it for him.
No big deal, you say?
When the pet is a python and the food is a mouse he’d taken out of the freezer yesterday to defrost… ewwwwww
And apparently the snake was meant to be fed two days ago, so it was probably going to be real hungry.
I call that above and beyond.