It’s getting near dinnertime and once again, my house is a wreck. I haven’t touched the dishes or made the beds. I’ve spent most of the day in front of my laptop at the dining room table which is covered with water bottles and coffee cups, my daughter’s library books, half folded laundry and a bowl of clementines. My little girl sits at the piano now, complaining about having to practice. The cat, who I took to the vet today, is curled up nearby on a rocking chair. I can’t remember if I brushed my teeth this morning.
It’s just a typical day. Frustrating and pleasant at the same time. There are moments, walking my daughter into her classroom in the morning, when everything feels right in the world. Sometimes I even leave the school and go to the gym before starting work, but usually I’m filled with such anxiety about how many things need to get done, domestic and professional, that I simply race back home.
Outside now, the clouds are moving across the sky which is tinted pink and grey. I can hear the trees blowing in the wind. My to-do list is miles long and it is almost time to sit down to eat. Once again, my husband is not yet home, which means I am facing dinner time, finishing piano practice and the dreaded bath time/bed time/story time onslaught by myself. But for this one moment, with the peacefulness of my (mildly) whining kid and my sleepy cat nearby, the clouds outside and the smell of dinner – it is rather cozy. [Read more...]
