So. . . if you are a regular reader of this blog, I apologize.
I missed an entire week of blogging last week, and I really have no good excuse!
It started with normal busy-ness, then a little writer’s block, then a mystery smell in my kitchen that ended up with me and my 10 year old boy ripping out part of a cabinet with a crowbar. Yeah. Good times.
Life is that way sometimes. Well, actually, most of the time.
A whole bunch of normal, with some unexpected stops, starts and interruptions thrown in, and a few detours along the way. And then sometimes, a big stink that must be sniffed out and dealt with before anything else gets done.
There are six people in our family. That makes for a lot of laundry. Just the socks alone are enough to make me want to cry.
If you explore the blogosphere for very long, you’ll find plenty of organizing ladies out there with a plethora of wonderful ideas about getting control of your laundry. I actually have a system, too. With this many kids, I pretty much have to.
But then there’s the problem of life getting in the way.
Because for my laundry system to work, I have to actually get up off my butt and do it. And let’s be honest here. Sometimes I just don’t get to it. Sometimes I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I start and then get sidetracked. Often it’s lower on the priority totem pole than other, more urgent tasks.
There are those rare days when I get completely caught up. . . only to have a new pile waiting for me the next morning.
Because the only way to really catch up is to declare Naked Tuesdays.
My family hasn’t bought into it yet, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
For those of you reading and wondering why I don’t make my kids do it, well, you have a point. Two of them actually know how to start a load, they all know how fold (well, sort of) and all four are responsible for putting their own folded clothes away.
But if somebody’s not running the show (ahem, ME), it’s not gonna get done.
Life’s like laundry, isn’t it?
I know how you rush around and work and strive and think to yourself, “If I can just do this one next thing, then everything will fall in place. Then I’ll be able to relax. Then I’ll be completely organized and life will be easier.”
I know because I do it, too.
But the thing is, it never happens. Life never gets completely organized, does it? It never falls perfectly into place.
Because in life, as in laundry, there are no Naked Tuesdays.
The earth doesn’t stop spinning, giving us that much-craved 25th hour in the day when the sun stands still so that we can “catch up.” There is no catching up.
There’s always something off kilter. Always a kink in the plan.
Just when you think you’ve got it all under control, you come home to a big stink. Or worse. And life flies off the rails.
The older I get, the more I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Any idea that we have much control over this life of ours is an illusion.
Sure, we get to make choices. And our choices make a difference. But there’s so much that happens to us and around us, stuff that’s completely out of our jurisdiction. For us to run around trying to clean it all up before getting down to the business of living is not just futile–it’s actually a little crazy.
Nature makes messes. We have six large trees surrounding our house and just the leaf clean-up process alone makes for many hours of hard labor. My husband spends over half the year here in Texas battling those leaves.
Inside our homes it’s the same. Dust settles. Fingerprints get wiped off and then instantly remade. Crumbs fall to the floor, dogs shed, grass and dirt get tracked in. Leftovers go bad, orange juice spills, little boys miss the toilet, things break and leak and stop working.
It’s the way life is. Always in rotation. Always cycling. Always in motion.
Like a washing machine.
There are no Naked Tuesdays.
All that to say, that you might have to take a deep breath, ignore the piles of unfolded clothes, and just live a little.
As my Momma always says, “Those clothes aren’t going anywhere.”
But if you spend all your time zigzagging through life trying to get it all under your thumb, your life will slip away and you’ll realize at some point that you forgot to actually live it.
The messes will always be there. There will always be something else that needs doing. You get a million or more chances to do the laundry. Again.
But your life. . . well, you only get one of those.
Will you stop today. . . maybe just for a moment? Put down that mop? Watch the dust settle? Ignore the cat hair? Catch your breath? And maybe pretend–for just awhile anyway–that today is Naked Tuesday?
Just for fun–because I love it–an old Friends clip when Joey tells Rachel about “Naked Thursdays.” If you have trouble viewing the video, click here.