It’s 6:45 AM my sister-in-law remarked “Isn’t it getting late for you to get to work?”. I turned back half-lazily to look at the clock, the numbers not serving to alarm me. “Yes.” I replied and went on to explain that these days I had decided to go with the flow. Get things done and leave home whenever I was done. Hanging up after a while, I busied myself packing lunches, doling out snacks in small boxes and pouring out the milk in bright-colored sipsters.
Packing the last of the boxes, I turned my attention to loading the dishwasher. Soaping and rinsing off stubborn patches, I realized how much I enjoyed this. The mundane tasks that I did each day. Day after day. On occasion, I look up daycare providers that also provide food and fantasize on how much time and effort I would save if I switched the girls’ over to one such place. Then reality sinks in. I know I will obsess over what they eat and regret not being able to pack their food.
Driving into work this morning, I reflected on how happy I felt on seeing a clean stove top or an empty laundry hamper. There is something about reducing entropy that is very satisfying. So, for now, I am rejoicing in the return of my inner domestic goddess.
Happy Monday people!