As I gradually make my way back in to life after a 5.5 day vacation at our summer seasonal RV space, I remind myself that we, as humans, cannot do everything.
Our family spends just about every weekend at our RV-camper, as it is very close to a beautiful Minnesota lake that we can launch our boat on, cruise, then swim at one of the sand bars, hang out with amazing friends, grill and just enjoy all things summer. Because of this, we live in nothing but shorts, swim suits and tanks. This also means we go through every towel imaginable in a few days setting.
We made our trek back home on Sunday, with a stop at a family members birthday party, at their pool, sans more swim suits and towels that were worn. As we stepped our feet back in to our home, I directed all laundry to make its way to our laundry room, which I was going to tend too after supper got made, toys put away, bags unpacked, supper got ate, kids got bathed, kids in jammies, books read and a simple check of the emails and work.
All of the above happened.. kind of. Bags somewhat unpacked, and to my credit, the cooler, which in my mind, was important.. this weeks supper of steaks and sandwhich meat was in there.. no way that could be forgotten because that was our food for the week as who knows when grocery shopping was going to take place. Note, I head out on vacation in 2 days, so my A-game organizational skills need to be ‘top notch’ you know… super woman style….
As the piles grew of the laundry, I managed to dig out shorts, underware and shirts for each kid… scrounge up some yoga pants a sports bra and top for me (which, not a problem if my days of laundry were untouched, because, you know this too… our closets are just a little full.) Hubby, he can fend for himself! Now, the night is still continuing as the kids close their pretty little exhuasted eyes. I manage to get all of last weeks clothes put away AND 80% packed for hubby and I’s upcoming vacation. But one thing still didn’t happen… the washing of the swimsuit and swim towel…
Fast forward to this morning. I’m ready, hubby ready, daughter ready and son ready to get out the door. We even manage to remember the shark snuggie for ‘chill time’ (side note, whoever thought of this for the summer care program is a GENIOUS!) 30 some minutes of chilling out and not running around for a hot minute is great for my six year old. Recharge those batteries so I don’t have a dead one when it comes time for me to pick him up… because a dead battery on a six year old only ends us all up in whine-all-the-time city, and no one wants to be there.
Shark made it. I made it back home to start working. My coffee made it in my mouth. Eye appointment for daughter made. A few other tasks got done… and then, the planner was opened. Oh, there it is: “SWIM LESSONS START.” Oooooooooohhhh. Swimsuits are in the washing machine, because that happened 24 minutes ago and those cycles, they say 28 minutes long, but that “1” minute left business actually means 14. Crap. Find phone, text program. “You have until 2:00 PM,” the text response states. I can do this.
Thank goodness I do work at home, but if I didn’t… my lunch would have been running home, pack bag, drop off, hug son, out the door. Things worked out in my favor, this time.
The point that I am getting on this is that our minds are always going to be full. It is OK to not start that laundry. It is OK to go to bed without the world conqoured. It is OK to fall asleep on the couch before starting supper. It is OK to send our kids out the door with everything plus the kitchen sink in their backpacks. If my son would not have had his swim trunks, he could have done quite alright with any shorts. We need to stop making the world perfect as it only elevates unneeded stress. Use your resources, swear a little under your breath, but don’t beat yourself up about it. Our minds fill up. Dump those minds on paper, talk to get those thoughts out. And take some deep breaths, as the laundry will always get done.
And if you are wondering, my living room currently has 4 baskets of clean clothes that I should be sorting and folding, but I decided to write this instead. You’re welcome.
Sorry no picture for this one. But if you must have one, imagine a huge heaping pile of dirty clothes, towels, blankets and on the top of the pile, my sons swimsuit!
~ j.
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