The External Manifestation of My Inner State is Still a Mess
I have realized it before, but today I realized it again. The state of our house reflects pretty accurately the relative serenity of my mind. So, if the house is a mess, you can be pretty sure it’s time to hand me cups of herbal tea and say loving things in a calm, soothing voice. If you can’t make it through the front door for the recycling piled against it, don’t talk at all, just pour gin. As things begin to return to something approaching smooth sailing (still reading Master and Commander, yes) then the laundry suddenly gets done –actually folded and put away, not just sitting clean in the dryer — the dishes washed, the counters swept clean of debris and the play room tidied.
Today, the house says that I’m on the up. Dishes are clean. Laundry is under control. Bathroom sink is visible. Boo to negative doctors. Hurray for knitting and good friends. Hurray for wine and Star Trek Voyager. Hurray for husbands making chili. Hurray for Daniel sitting under the kitchen table pretending to be an troll and demanding apple and claiming that billy goats do not frighten him one bit. Hurray for Helena wiping her bacon-greasy fingers in her hair. Life is really very, very good indeed.
This is EXACTLY what happens to me…at the moment I’m at the ‘hand me a gin and burn the recycling’ stage..and yet, when it’s all done, one wonders how it got that bad in the first place, and resolve never to let it get that bad again…until the next time.
Husband making chilli sounds like a good thing to have…