We had just completed our third kid birthday weekend in one month. Balloons were scattered about the floor. Dishes piled all over the counter-tops. An embarrassingly humongous pile of clean laundry was eating our loveseat. Days had been packed full of soccer games, music and dance lessons, and the normal grind of school work. Then there was also a smattering of doctor appointments, planned and not-so-much. And Momma was sick again and again. Needless to say, our house was in a chaotic disorder.
I totally understand the phrase that sometimes a house with kids living there can show “the proof of life”. And perfectionist though I used to be (come on- there are SIX kids. Perfection got thrown out a long time ago.), I can usually ignore a little bit of mess here and there and still feel pretty okay about myself. But not this. This was a hostile takeover of my sanity. I could not, would not be able to think or function in this environment one. more. day.
We needed a break. Badly. Just a day to stop the constant overload of Too Much To Do. So we took it- because we could. Because we homeschool. We called it our “Get Your Mess Together Day”, and it was heavenly. I wrote up a list of everything that was wrong with our house the night before, and read it aloud to the children. I promised them zero school work if only we would all pitch in together and tackle it. They wrote their little names beside each chore they chose to handle. In the afternoon, I promised that there would be game time with Mommy to celebrate (also much needed).
No, not everything on my list was accomplished. Nor was anything done quite the way I would have done it myself. But it was oh, so much better than it was before. And just seeing my little kiddos, big to small, helping with all their might, did my overworked Mommy heart a lot of good. Spending time together that was not school or a planned event of some sort was also good. We laughed, we hugged. We ate popcorn & sipped coke floats. We passed around the baby.
Get Your Mess Together Day. I think it’s going to be a new family tradition. Right up there with Christmas and Thanksgiving. Only, maybe a little better even.