Today is a rain day here at home. It's a cool 60 degrees and the mix of cool temps and rain seems like a gift delivered to our doorsteps.
But inside or home it hasn't felt cozy and nice.
We just received AMAZING hand me down clothes. I mean, a-maz-ing. Boxes and boxes of them. Last night I held up each item and one of the four boys said yay or nay to it. Then I told them to make sure they had them taken care of.
And they trotted upstairs like angels and did.
At least, I thought they did.
This morning I told the boys that since it's so rainy and cool, how about they get their room totally clean so we are all set for when we all get home after being gone a week to face the football and school schedule's we'll be facing.
Granted, the boys don't like to hear about school. I don't like to hear about school.
I could hear them fighting and whining and screaming at each other.
Because I was still in my pj's and barefoot, I easily snuck up the stairs to see their rooms...trashed.
Messier than they were before, if that's possible. PILES of all the clothes I have worked so hard to wash, dry and fold literally strewn from one end of the room to the other.
S4 wanted to tattle on S3. S3 was clinging to S4 begging him not to. S2 was playing. S1 was laying on his bed.
I snapped. I did. I told them I did not appreciate spending HOURS of my day every day washing, drying and folding their clothes for them to do this.
S2 piped up that he had taken care of all his clothes and had a whole dresser drawer with nothing in it.
I found out later that was because he had taken armloads of clothes and dropped them off on S3 and S4's bed as in "Here are new clothes for you!".
I stormed out of their room, sat down in a chair and cried.
Then I bucked up, stormed up those steps and we had a major overhaul of their rooms. We sorted every item of clothing. We made beds. We left not a thing on the floor but the clothes for us to give to another family with three boys.
While they were finishing up, I made one of their favorite lunches, tuna noodle. I had told them they couldn't eat until the room was vacuum clean. They thought they might die of starvation. Instead of lunch at noon we had lunch closer to two. I may have snickered a little at their "dire" predicament.
Today was the day I have been looking forward to all week. A day to bake and clean and call me crazy, but I was looking forward to it all. I can't wait to leave for Arizona knowing my house is clean. I mean, what if something happens to me and people come to my house only to realize that I had to put mouse poison in one of my kitchen drawers and I have cobwebs all over my walls? I mean, I just can't have that!
But that's my life.
Today my husband is gone for his second overnight this week. Very unusual, he hardly ever has an overnight and so to have two in one week is...unusual and never happened. Yesterday I had a GREAT day. The boys had a fun day. And today I just look around our messy home and listen to my fighting boys and just want to hide in the laundry room (the one room no one knows exists except me) and cry.
And it would help if my fairy godmother would show up right about then and turn everything sparking clean and make the awful mice hiding in my house like the cute little Gus and his friends from Cinderella.
This may have been my FAVORITE movie growing up!
But that didn't happen.
Instead, I just kept on keeping on. Take a deep breath in and out. My Prince Charming sent me a text to tell me he had emailed me a song that he just heard that he swears I could have written.
And this is what he sent me.
That man, I love him so...as in my husband. Not the teenage boy Scotty.
I needed this EXACT song today. I had never heard it before. It is bound to become one of those songs you sing for the rest of your life.
THIS is what I usually am like. I need to relax and forget the cobwebs and while the boys need to clean their rooms, heck, I have SO VERY MUCH to be thankful for. So much.
Right down to the man who is gonna come stumbling in this door exhausted.
As I was writing this, he called me to tell me he is headed home early. Will be home in about an hour. The boys have gone upstairs and the chandelier is literally swaying with them running and playing and not fighting. And while the house is a mess and there are dirty dishes in my sink, I am looking forward to forgetting all that and curling up in his arms with our boys all around and watching some tv tonight, just relaxing and being us.
But if a fairy godmother and magical mice show up and clean my house, I won't send them away. Heck, I may cry just for the joy of seeing them and having a clean house!
Just thought I'd be depressingly honest with you all today.