Monday Monday
Mon ,15/03/2010
It’s a sunny day here, and warming up. The windows are open, to grace the neighborhood with the sounds of my children playing (read: waging war against each other). Luckily, the sounds of jackhammers tearing up the pavement to get to the main sewer line 20 yards down the street is helping to muffle this. LOL, another day in paradise, right? I don’t care, the sunshine and breeze feel too good to pass up.
Sitting here in contemplation this morning. Wondering why everything I do seems to backfire on me. I try to be silent, and I end up in situations requiring conversation. I remove this person from Facebook to not see their status updates in the hopes this will make things easier to deal with, and yet can’t get away from seeing their comments everywhere I turn. I try to push this all to the back burner and Sesame Street goes and has Jason Mraz playing the same song that’s been stuck in my head for the past couple days, bringing it all out again. SESAME STREET of all places. Come on!
Ok, so maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Maybe I can’t get away from this. Maybe I shouldn’t be trying to. Maybe what I need to work on is my own strength, and stop relying on the situations to make it easier for me. Maybe it’s supposed to be hard. >.> That’s what she said (sorry, this amuses me to no end, I swear I’m five).
*sighs and sips his coffee*
So yes. I’m doing my damndest to be good, and sometimes I surprise myself, and at other times I fail miserably. I’m still struggling, but that’s ok. I guess I’m supposed to. I’m learning to be strong. That which doesn’t kill us, etc, etc.
In the meantime, I have stacks of dishes to do, and a house that needs cleaning. Spring is right around the corner, and with it comes that undeniable urge for spring cleaning. I’m not one who normally enjoys or wants to clean. However, there is something about this time of year that really brings it out in me. Throw in being without water for two weeks, and not being ABLE to clean, and it’s gotten to the point in here where I HAVE to. Not because I have no choice, but because it is bothering me that badly in here. It’s disgusting. I made it through the silverware last night. Today, the pots, pans, plates and glasses. The laundry. The bathroom.
I really, really want some things around here to better organize with. Some shelves, cupboards, dressers, bins, something. I have too much stuff that has nowhere to go. I’ve gotten rid of a lot of it, but … I just can’t stand the clutter. I don’t mind having things out, but I’d like it if things had a place to be in when they’re not in use. I sense a rummage sale in the near future. And perhaps, hitting a rummage sale or four myself.
Apart from not liking the clutter and mess, there’s another reason to clean. I want to have people into my house, and it just ain’t going to happen with it looking like this. I’ve scheduled a play date for the kids on Wednesday with an old friend of mine’s daughter. She’s about a year older than Erin, and a year and a half younger than Milo. Milo and her seemed to hit it off well sledding a few weeks back, so it’ll be nice for the kids to have somebody to play with. And, to be frankly honest, nice to have another adult around I can talk to face to face. It’s nice to have people who are mutually JUST friends that one can interact with. Friends are important. Blogland and Facebook provide me with stimulating conversation, but it’s really nice to hear a friendly voice once in a while too.
Tonight is the new moon. As a follower of Herne/Cernunnos, this is a good thing. This is his time. I’m thinking a night walk to the woods tonight to honor this. To honor Him. I would take any deer seen during this time as a blessing.
This is my Monday thus far. So for now, I bid you all a fond adieu, offer my warmest hugs, and head off to the kitchen, to battle the demons of disorganization and dishes.