breathing easier simply because he is.
my father that is.
unfortunately, he is still in the hospital, but all in all he is doing better.
probably because of our visit to his tiny. claustrophobic. artificially lit room.
we bombarded him with homemade cards and garden flowers in baby food jars.
that is enough to make anyone feel better. wouldn’t you agree?
on the subject of breathing easier, one of the things i needed to accomplish this week, to breathe a little easier myself, was spring cleaning each of the kids’ rooms.
i don’t know who is worse. boys or girls.
on one hand there is my daughter-the someday-project runway-designing genius/ possible candidate for an episode of hoarders/who insists there is value to every scrap of paper. polly pocket shoe. and bottle of nailpolish.
then there is the teenager who decided to bring home a ratty weight set. with a tattered seat and rusty dumbbells. and place it smack in his bedroom. it now keeps company with stacks of xbox games. cords. and a trash can piled with junk food.
and last. but certainly not least are the tween and the baby. equally sloppy and messy. each one blaming the other for the state of disaster and havoc in their room. on the up side to all this: i found a whole slew of missing socks belonging to various family members and the secret hiding place of all the easter candy which had just “disappeared”. sadly reduced to piles of empty wrappers.
so. maybe i’m not breathing easier.
i could’ve used all that chocolate.
and i could use a little boredom.
i thought lent was over.
i so wanted some time to finish the picnic quilt and that book i’ve been reading forever and a day.
time to catch up on the 7 episodes of LOST i am behind on and bake the chocolate biscotti from that recipe i’ve been saving.
no. the good daughter realizes that the cross is never far away.
embrace it. kiss it. and have a good cup of tea.
if you can. and if you can’t. then ask for the grace to.
but never fear the work that each day brings.
so i say to myself as i sit here in need of a warm shower…
and possibly a whole. bottle of wine.
yes, spring cleaning and breathing easier is taking its’ toll on this mama.