I happened to lean down a bit while I was looking in the general direction of my cookbook holder and realized there was a cookie under it. At this point, I stood up and contemplated leaving it there until later. Well...when would later come? I have become a master procrastinator in many areas! I decided to move to cookbooks and take a closer look at the cookie. It had been there for a while. I don't remember when I made monster cookies last. And it was partially eaten. Yum. It was swollen up and looked funny, but not moldy. It was hard as a rock. It was also very stuck to the counter. I dug out a metal spatula and began chiseling it off the counter top.
I realized how grossed out and disgusted I would have been a few years ago by this. And now...it has become normal. Haha! How sad is that! But, it also shows how relaxed I have gotten over the years. I think that's a great thing for me.
I remember a time when everything in my house had a place; many things still do. And when an item wasn't in use it was in that specified place. I didn't find dried out, old fries stuck under the seats in my car, or wrappers stuffed into my couch cushions, or raisins under MY bed that were once grapes, or toys under MY bed, or pee covered toilet seats, or anything cluttering the floors back then.
And somehow I am enjoying the messes now. Because if I didn't have these messes I would either be a mental case from trying to keep it perfect or I wouldn't have my children. Life without my children would be a very sad existence, indeed.
Today I am thankful for all the lollipops I have found stuck to my carpet, wrappers stuck under beds, half eaten bags of chocolate chips hidden under pillows, running out of bread before the end of the week, mountains of laundry to be washed, rotten moldy apples that have adhered themselves to the seat under the baby seat in the car, piles and piles of dirty dishes, and clutter that seems to find my floors... because it means I have been blessed with a wonderful family!
