So, yesterday I sent this picture out over Instagram.
Me, in the apron I made myself a couple of years ago, with my headphones ready to attack the day.
That apron has been worn only a handful of times since I made it. It has three hugely deep pockets and is so thick (the fabric was pretty hefty and it’s double layered) that I can splash dishwater over the edge of the sink and never get my shirt wet.
I flung my phone into the deep pocket, with Spotify on full blast, and for the first time ever – I wore my headphones in the morning. I’m terrified of not being able to hear all that is going on around me, so my left earpiece played music into the back of my head instead of my ear.
I’m sure it was more my morning prayers than the apron that put a positive trajectory to yesterday, but it worked. Tuesday was successful and productive, even if it ended with ear aches and a dirty kitchen.
There had been laughter and playing and hugging and learning.
So this morning I donned my apron again.
I repaired the kitchen from Tuesday night’s dinner making, and started a load of laundry.
I doled out basic schoolwork, general review work planned for our busy days.
I trimmed Bubbagirl’s bangs and bested Taderbug’s tangles.
I chased a nekkid potty training three year old around the kitchen table- more than once.
I settled a wardrobe issue with Doodlebug. Being twelve is hard.
Wednesday’s are our busy days. They go to Nanny’s house so I can go to counseling. Then we venture over the mountain to pick up our CSA produce box.
Dinner is generally late, and Daddy usually comes home to a very disheveled home because I have no energy for tidying up after running errands.
Not this Wednesday.
This day, we returned home and found my apron. I found my headphones.
I finished up some chores that had been left dangling, like that load of laundry still on hold in the washer.
I reloaded the box of lost things, with more lost things, to be emptied tomorrow.
The girls scattered off to play their games and Lil Man, still asleep from the drive, snoozed heartily on the love seat.
I spent the time it took to play one love song, making the living room look more inviting for the Mr.’s arrival home.
I danced my way through a dance song from my Senior Prom while loading the dishwasher.
It took less than one Nirvana-Unplugged tune to sort out the clothes that had been piled up on our bed.
In under 20 minutes, our home went from cluttered to “Home”.
Dinner was a breeze thanks to some leftover spaghetti sauce I had frozen a few weeks back.
My treat was a cup of coffee, and some relaxed conversation with a neighbor.
It’s after 11pm, and I just heard the last chaos maker fall asleep. I am tired, and a little sore from sleeping on the couch last night.
I am feeling very blessed at the normalcy of today, and of yesterday. I am feeling a satisfied tired from a day of diligent but content work.
Not sure why my perspective has been different. Maybe wearing that apron reminded me of how much I wanted this life and inspired me to live that way, appreciating and enjoying the noise and the chores and the children and the boring repetitiveness of it all.
One day, it won’t be repeating itself this way anymore. My pile of laundry will not be a mountain. My dishwasher will no longer run twice a day. My floor will not have spots of mysterious stickiness.
My music playing device will still play love songs from 80′s hair bands, and pop songs from 90′s boy bands, and the occasional Nirvana or Pearl Jam song. I’ll get to listen with both headphones on and no one will be laughing from across the room at how funny Momma looks loading the dishwasher.
Whatever slowed me down, to stop and be and listen – thank you.
Until tomorrow, my apron will wait for me on the kitchen bench, right next to my headphones.