I spent the entire weekend getting our house clean and in order before the first day of school.
As I cleaned, I made a long list of home improvement needs. Chipped paint here, new floors there, ah…the lovely new spot on my cherry dining table where nail polisher remover was recently spilled.
By the time I went to bed yesterday, I was all angsty. I rattled off to my husband a list of things we needed to address in the house. He was awesome, assuring me we’d get to them.
I took my anxiety and angst to bed and dreamed that Kermit the frog died. There was a little coffin. Miss Piggy and Gonzo were there. MANY tears were shed. Not good.
Today I woke up. I made my babies breakfast. I walked my daughter to her first day of school holding hands…for probably the last time because she’s a 5th grader. It’s the last year she and her brother will attend the same school. A poignant realization, my friends. And I couldn’t help thinking, “God, thank you for two amazing kids who are healthy enough to tear up our house.”
Later in the day, I passed a gentleman standing in the sun holding a sign that said, “Hungry and Thirsty.” I don’t know, he just spoke to me. So, I ran to get him a sweet tea and a bag o’ burgers. His face when I gave him the food, lit up my world. When he took his first sip of sweet tea, I giggled out loud at his look of bliss. And then it hit me… Here I was stressing over all the things in my house that need fixing, when I should have been counting my blessings.
I’m grateful I have a house that needs repairs.
I’m grateful I have a house to get dirty.
I’m grateful I have healthy kids to dirty the house.
I’m grateful the kids have grown up in this house. This one house.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.