So I just went to change my facebook status to something about a clean kitchen and how much I enjoyed it. I did change it. But I had a second thought about the clean kitchen. It just seems like something my mother would say.
“Ya, her kitchen is always so clean.”
Yes, I know. I just have memories of being at home and talking with mom in the kitchen after a long day. I’m sitting at a barstool and she’s wiping off the last crumb on the counter to complete the day. I listen to the grumbling of the dishwasher and play with the last bit of moisture on the countertop. A clean kitchen means the day is winding down at an alarming rate. It means that dad is relaxing and the kids are “getting ready for bed.” We’ll talk about the next day and go over the schedule. I love going over the schedule. So much.
I think I really just can’t wait to go home! The beginning of this year was wrought with expectations and little comprehension of exactly what I was getting myself into . . . again. I didn’t want to leave home to come here because home is comfortably welcoming and sooooooo much warmer. But I once again faced the truth and tried to remember how great it is here. I love it here. I really do. There’s something about living a life where every second of your day is used up. And, when there are a few seconds that lay idle by the wayside, I feel guilty. Goal for this Christmas break: learn how to relax again. Just one more day of sticking my nose against the grinder and then I’ll be done for two whole wonderful serene weeks. I’m about to cry just thinking about it.
