There was this cheer that we did in high school that went something like: Don’t mess with the best ’cause the best don’t mess… don’t fool with the cool… something something something blah blah blah {I don’t remember the rest. I’m blaming the chemo}.
Well, that was a lie because I am here to tell you… the best DO mess. And this weekend… aye yi yi.
The house mess has been mounting. We are fortunate to have an awesome Saint Em who visits us on Mondays and Wednesdays and makes our world a little more put together. But, on a day to day basis… Mommy can’t vacuum, sweep, or the like as of yet. Also, a lifting restriction is still technically in play. And with nice weather, the last thing we want to do is be inside, cleaning.
So today, I thought I’d share with you what happens every once and awhile when the best do mess and boooooooooy, do they mess good.
By the time I went to bed last night, the hubs and I had folded four loads of laundry {thanks for doing laundry, Mr.}. I’d made a STS basket {sort through shit} to help get the counter and desk cleared off. The boys’ clean sheets were put back on their beds {thanks again, Mr… YOU are the laundry master of the weekend}. And mama picked up the front room toy situation.
It’s still not clean. It’s going to take the week to put humpty dumpty back together again. And mama HAS HAS HAS to get the paperwork filled out for the cancer cleaning help. But… it’s at least a little better today.
Rome wasn’t built in a day. But home sure can be torn apart in one.
Before cancer, this mess would have had mama unhinged. Post-cancer, I know that most broken things can be fixed with a little coffee, a deep breath, and a whole lotta prayer.
So, when the best do mess… don’t stress, mama.We’ve got plenty of years for pristine and clean. Embrace the mess. Embrace the craziness. Embrace the life that causes the mess. And be a wee bit thankful for that;).
And if your house never looks like this, I hope that my mess has made you feel like you totally rock. Because ya do. And if you’re house is messier than this, I hope it’s made you feel normal. Because ya are.
