Today I was going to write a post about sewing classes.
Actually, last night I was going to write a post about sewing classes, but my hubby is finishing his thesis and he needed my computer.
So this morning I was going to write a post about sewing classes…
And then the groceries needed to be put away.
And somebody spilled something.
And somebody needed a snack- oh wait, did we have breakfast?
And the phone rang. And the email buzzed. And somebody dumped out something and tried to use the wet mop to clean it up…
And this has been on repeat for the past five days.
I am looking around at a messy house. At floors that need to be vacuumed. At crummies strewn on my counters. At a desk that is begging for some attention At a cutting table that is being used for anything other than cutting fabric. Is that actual dust I see on my sewing machine?
I hear two littles that are supposed to be napping but are doing everything but and despite my threats of no post-nap treats are determined to play until something breaks. It’s probably going to be me.
Man. Some weeks are just hard.
God, Give me grace.
I must have uttered those words no less than a thousand times this week.
I wish you could see what I see right now. It looks nothing like those beautiful, glossy, styled photos we love to share. There are flowers but the vase is sticky with hand prints. There are throw pillows but I think (I hope) that’s chocolate smeared across one. There is a cute fireplace vignette, but it’s littered with toys that I’ve taken away in moments of exasperation. There is a fabulous coffee table arrangement but you can’t see it for the train tracks and doll clothes.
It looks like a mess.
A big, exhausting mess.
But you see, I tried to take some pictures for you. To prove to you just how rough this week has been. So you could see just how tired and depleted I feel right now. A little proof, of what shambles are lying around me.
But when I looked at those pictures, the strangest thing happened.
I couldn’t see the mess.
They actually didn’t look messy enough.
That carpet that needed to be vacuumed just disappeared. The dust on my TV stand went missing.
The toys strewn across my living room floor suddenly weren’t so visible.
My coffee table looked kind of pretty.
The roses on my kitchen counter seemed to pop with color.
That cutting table actually looks like a aspiring designer might live here…
And I am reminded again, that sometimes my lens needs to be adjusted.
Take heart, work at home mama- because, let’s face it, we are all work at home mama’s aren’t we?
What we see through our lens, unswept floors, the unwashed dishes, the piles of laundry, the messes that feel disastrous are just a tiny part of the bigger picture.
Those crummies on my counter means my kids had lunch today. So many children did not.
Those toys on my floor means we have a roof over our head. Many are homeless.
Those piles of laundry means we have more than just the clothes on our backs. And that pile of work on my desk means I am blessed with work, and a body and mind capable of doing so.
Sometimes our “messes” are just blessings overflowing.
His grace had been with me all week.
I just didn’t see it until a Friday.