I am the girl who watches infomercials and decides that this is the one thing missing from my life. I’m always on the hunt; always looking for that which might make life feel more simple. I daydream about empty laundry baskets and freshly made supper while I just feel like it’s overwhelming. The house, the chores, the obligations, the meals, the whole race of life. I just walked through my house, lamenting at the litter of Barbie carcasses and books that have infiltrated even my bathtub, and I decided that what I was going to write about today would need to move on over to the back burner.
Because I need some girlfriends today.
How many times a day do I step back, shake my head, and whisper into thin air, “It’s just too much…”
I realize that is an oxymoron, but it’s true.
I relentlessly seek that which can simplify.
I have no idea why I am so consistently convinced that there is an object, a method, a product, or a book that will solve the problem of “too much.” How do I live a meaningful, faithful, purpose-driven life when I can’t even get all the dishes done?
Sometimes it just seems like I’m never going to feel “caught up,” and as a chronic list-maker, this troubles me.
I know, I know. They’re only young once. Soak it up while you can. Don’t mind the clutter, the crumbs, and the missing socks, because one day they will be gone…
Yes. Absolutely. And I think that a majority of my parenting is spent looking through that lens, mindful of the fact that it’s a season that will pass. But what about right this second, when I just want to breathe and sit still for just one second? Have you ever just sat on your front porch (hello, neighbors. I apologize about not meeting you sooner, but this is me having a little meltdown in the only area of my home that doesn’t smell like graham crackers or urine) and wondered how you were going to go back in and do it all?
But hypothetically, can we chat for a minute? Because I want to pick your brains and ask you to give me some practical advice for how you structure your life to combat this feeling. What do you do when you feel like you can’t “catch up?”
And the real question…
In the event that you were awake at 3 a.m. last night and you saw the swively-sweeping-vacuuming-can roast a chicken while you sleep and wash your exterior windows-machine, do you think it’s worth the three easy installments?
Cause I’m thinkin’ it might be the ticket to a simple life.
Angie Smith, Bring the Rain