Karma

I could consider it ironic that my clean and organize life has taken a turn for the messy this week, I think it's just karma. I mean really, after a post about how amazingly organized I am, I deserve a lesson in fallibility. And so, my house is very messy: my flip-flops stick to spots on the kitchen floor, and it's not the humidity. But that is not the only area of woe. I've been working in the evening, so of course, laundry has been piling up, and up and up. And i had to scramble to find child care for last night, after my husband announced to me Tuesday night that he was going camping. These kinds of things I like to know well in advance: like color-coded on the calendar at least a month prior. So I did what every desperate mother would do: I posted my problem on Facebook.

Sophia ended p having a fantastic evening hanging out with her Grandpa and Auntie, who rushed home from work so that I could rush off to work. It all worked out, but with a little more stress and uncertainty that I would have liked. I suppose, if that is the most stressful part of my week, then my circumstances are mild by comparison. Quite honestly, yesterday made me grateful, grateful for friends and family who see a need and step in to try and fill it.

And that is really what life is all about: relationships, real ones. The kind where you go camping with each other, spur of the moment. Or decide to by pass your planned trip to the gym to babysit your niece (Thanks Alissa!) or offer your evening to watch a friends little baby. Real life is sloppy and disorganized, spontaneous and un-color-coded and I'm thankful for that because all the real joy, the lasting joy is in relationships not checking off things on my to-do list (most of which I will eventually have to do again).