This Saturday I took 21,000 steps.
It wasn’t that hard.
For every step I took, I took two steps back.
It was a day that nothing went right. I got lost on the way to the ballgame and yelled at the general population of the car and sunburned the tip of my nose and discovered that wood bees are not your friends and dropped my phone which now has a giant crack in it held together with scotch tape.
And to add insult to injury?
I cut off the bottom of my jeans to make them fray and misjudged the length and now I’m wearing frayed high waters.
Am I the only one?
Just in case you had a rough weekend, too….
….here’s a little post to make us both smile. 🙂
I know I’ve mentioned this before…..
….but I wake up my house.
Some people might think it’s silly or random or a little odd, and I totally get that.
But it’s kind of my thing.
You see….we are best friends…..my house and I.
In the morning when the sun is peeking its sleepy head around the corner and shining through the vintage panes of the windows and the house is quiet and no one is awake yet to ask where the Captain Crunch is ….
….we have a heart to heart.
And yesterday was no exception.
Yesterday I walked down the hallway and said hello to the pictures.
I straightened the three letter monogram on the wreath and fluffed the pillow.
And told the hallway it looked amazing.
Then I walked through the sunshine into the butler’s pantry and folded a dish towel.
I straightened the dishes and arranged the plates a little.
And I told it that it sparkled.
In the living room I fluffed two pillows, rearranged the chairs and fixed the table.
I picked up a deck of cards left over from last night.
And wondered why cards and monopoly games never seem to pick themselves up.
Then I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee.
And turned on a light.
And started the dishwasher.
And told the kitchen I needed a hair appointment.
Then I turned on the lights in the front room.
And folded the blankets.
And karate chopped the pillows.
And took a plastic ball out of the flower arrangement.
In passing, I mentioned to the front entry that its stripes never looked better.
But it might need a new chair with a monogrammed pillow.
And I told the farm letters that they looked extra rusty.
I saved the dining room for last.
It’s my favorite.
In the morning, the sun comes shining through the windows, making the chandelier sparkle and the burlap curtains glow.
It’s extra fancy.
I straightened the tulips and tucked in a few stray leaves and fixed the chairs and started to open the curtains.
The house was almost ready for the day.
The day was going to be amazing.
And as I quietly, almost reverently, walked behind the chairs….
….suddenly I jumped like someone told me there was a sale in the dollar aisle at Target.
What was that in my sparkling, shining, twinkling, almost-woken-up dining room?
And I looked down at the perfectly patterned floor that coordinated with the beautiful color on the walls next to my linen covered dining room armchairs seated at my newly painted black table….
….to see dog poop between my toes.
Life lessons from a house.
Some days you are amazing.
And some days you just step in it. 🙂
PS The story even made the frayed high waters feel better.
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