The snow and ice from the storm a couple of weeks ago, is now melting. The sun is shining today. It almost looks like Spring.
My husband and I had our house built back off the road. About 250 feet off the road. That might not seem like a lot until one realizes that during the warmer spring months, our driveway and yard turn into a huge mud pit. This process has already started. I almost lost a boot today while trudging through the slop. If I wasn’t being sucked into the mud, I was trying to not wipe out on the ice spots that are still very slippery.
So begins the mud season. My laundry room literally becomes the mud room. For a room that was built to CLEAN and DRY clothes, I can’t even set a basket on the floor because of all the mud and boots laying around. For the next 3 1/2 months I will not even attempt to clean that floor. It is a vain effort to even try.
Now, that we have an indoor dog the mud season poses another huge issue for me. You see, the laundry room can look like the rainy season in the Amazon, but the rest of the house I’d like to TRY and keep half way decent. At least half way. Decent. Sigh.
I have given my son (dog owner) the responsibility of wiping off his dog’s feet. So now, he not only walks the dog, but he wipes all four of the doggie paws before passing through the threshold. I have a feeling this is going to be a long springtime.
Life is full of messes, isn’t it? If you are anything like me, you are always trying to clean up a mess. Somewhere. On something.
The “nutritional bits” in the dog food, that the dog doesn’t really care for…and so picks them all out of the dish and spews them around the kitchen floor. Or the dishes that had to be soaked in the sink because one of my children refuses to put things in the dishwasher until WHATEVER was on the plate is rock hard. Muddy shoes, spilled milk, chaotic rooms, cat fur on the couch and a pile of laundry. Messes. All of them.
On days when I am overwhelmed with the messes of life, I stop. I try and refocus. What is truly important?
So many times I have to remember that this IS life. Life is not clean. It is not neat. It is not neatly pressed….and most of the time it doesn’t smell good.
And I take a deep breath…..and if it is a really messy day I hold my breath until I pass out.
- Up To My Armpits In Mud (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- Create the Perfect Mudroom (searchnashvilleproperties.wordpress.com)
- West Seattle storm aftermath: Tree vs. house; Admiral mud (westseattleblog.com)
- String an Indoor Clothes Line for Cheap and Space-Efficient Drying [Cleaning] (lifehacker.com)
- Winter Dog Care! (merrymicrofiberblog.com)
- Ten Cars That Look Great Dirty [Answers Of The Day] (jalopnik.com)