I do believe that I live a life of irony.
At least more than normal people do. I can rarely answer any question with a one word answer. There’s always some reason for an extra-long explanation.
But maybe . . . sometimes . . . I’m being a little overly dramatic. Perhaps I have a bit of a martyr complex.
I mentioned on facebook the other night that within 24 hours of mopping, there were two huge sticky spills in the kitchen. And this wasn’t just your run-of-the-mill Thursday mopping. It was a surely-if-I-mop-on-Thursday-like-I-always-do-the-floor-will-still-be-fine-for-the-birthday-party-on-Saturday kind of mopping.
Spills happen. Spills happen more often when Mama is extra-stressed over party prep and is in another room gluing things during snack-time.
I do believe there is irony in the fact that we ruthlessly purged all but the most consistently-played-with toys from my daughter’s room . . . exactly one week before her birthday party.
But that’s also just life. It’s wise to get rid of the unneeded junk before bringing in more unneeded junk things. Yes, it’s frustrating. But how much more frustrating would it be to bring stuff into an already-out-of-control room?
I consider the fact that a newly-cleaned-out garage is the perfect place to store the bikes that have to be moved off of the patio for the party . . . a little ironic. However, the fact that the garage is otherwise clean means that my motivation to get the bikes out of there is much greater.
Life is ongoing, and I’m so thankful that it is. How boring would it be if nothing mess-inducing ever happened in this house?
We clean, so we can live our lives. Living life produces messes.
So we clean again.