My house is trashed. At last count there are three dogs, four cats and seven humans roaming around this place. The dogs mean three crates and with the cats we are talking numerous feed and water dishes. My daughter and her husband are homeless until they arrive in Germany so they are traveling rather heavy. Much of it was dumped into not only the house but Bob’s garage as well and they are hoping to sort through, box and ship the contents ahead to themselves. They have taken over my sons room who has set up residence in our family room. With that means a futon set up as a bed and numerous baskets of clothing placed aside for himself so he doesn’t have to be running to his room all the time for his stuff. This also means that his electronics surround him which means laptops, games and Ipod. He is also a snacker. Yep…food stuffs. I’ll state it again, my house is trashed.
I’m doing the best I can to try picking up and organize (I never knew I had a slight OCD quality in this area) and I do it whenever people are either sleeping or running around. I am finding this is a losing battle. I feel like I’m trapped in that 50’s classic “The Blob” and the stuff is just taking over and devouring everything in its path. Eeeks.
This morning I realized there is no point in “letting” this condition consume me. I have only a short time with my daughter before she moves half a planet away from me. Am I really going to waste my time worrying about the condition the house is getting itself? I guess I have that whole Mary/Martha thing kind of going for me. So…I am not going to worry about the tasks for the rest of the visit. I am going to be blessed in the time we have with each other instead and drink in every moment I can. The house will always be here waiting to be tended to. My daughter is only here a short time.
I love having my entire family under one roof. There is nothing better.
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