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.
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 butler’s pantry and folded a dish towel.
I pushed the tall basket back against the wall and picked up a pine cone that had fallen out of it.
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 it was about to get stripes.
And maybe a chair with a new pillow.
And I told the architectural pieces no one would ever guess they came from the side of the road.
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 picked off several strands of the ivy from the centerpiece 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 rug that coordinated with the beautiful gray color on the walls next to my linen covered dining room armchairs seated at my newly painted white table….
….to see dog poop between my toes.
Life lessons from a house.
Some days you are amazing.
And some days you step in it. 🙂