One Less Sunset
I went to pick up my 7-year-old son this evening, on the way to the pool. He'd spent the afternoon at his friend's house, so while he was busy gathering his stuff, Friend's Dad and I chatted in the driveway.
His yard is impeccable. He just built a deck in his backyard. I've seen inside their home and it's lovely and meticulous, despite their two children. Everytime I stop by, he's power-washing or mowing or trimming or building or painting. He began to lament the end of summer. "We haven't even been anywhere," he said. "We have a place up at Hood *Canal and we haven't even spent a night."
It seems like you have a choice. Would you like what's behind Door Number One (House Beautiful, regularly dusted and maintained) or Door Number Two (Free Time, including sand between your toes and a sunburn on your nose). (Or, if you can find a paperclip in your purse, you can have what's behind Door Number Three: Mystery prize!) Let's Make a Deal!
I leave my house almost every day in some degree of disarray so my kids can cavort at the pool. Food drying on dishes or laundry waiting to be folded, dust on the coffee tables and a few toys scattered around for good measure . . . I can't be bothered, really, for summer is fleeting. I want to live in a perfectly tidy house, I really do, but I just don't want to be the one doing all the tidying. Especially with four kids wreaking havoc wherever they go.
My daughter spun around and around at the pool tonight, falling down in a dramatic heap. "I'm so busy!" she said, confusing "dizzy" with "busy," but then again, maybe there's not such a big difference.
Time's flying! Get on board, quick! There is one less sunset at the beach as of tonight. Catch one while you can.
His yard is impeccable. He just built a deck in his backyard. I've seen inside their home and it's lovely and meticulous, despite their two children. Everytime I stop by, he's power-washing or mowing or trimming or building or painting. He began to lament the end of summer. "We haven't even been anywhere," he said. "We have a place up at Hood *Canal and we haven't even spent a night."
It seems like you have a choice. Would you like what's behind Door Number One (House Beautiful, regularly dusted and maintained) or Door Number Two (Free Time, including sand between your toes and a sunburn on your nose). (Or, if you can find a paperclip in your purse, you can have what's behind Door Number Three: Mystery prize!) Let's Make a Deal!
I leave my house almost every day in some degree of disarray so my kids can cavort at the pool. Food drying on dishes or laundry waiting to be folded, dust on the coffee tables and a few toys scattered around for good measure . . . I can't be bothered, really, for summer is fleeting. I want to live in a perfectly tidy house, I really do, but I just don't want to be the one doing all the tidying. Especially with four kids wreaking havoc wherever they go.
My daughter spun around and around at the pool tonight, falling down in a dramatic heap. "I'm so busy!" she said, confusing "dizzy" with "busy," but then again, maybe there's not such a big difference.
Time's flying! Get on board, quick! There is one less sunset at the beach as of tonight. Catch one while you can.
posted by Melodee at Thursday, August 04, 2005
10 Comments:
Dizzy/busy! You are soooo right, not much difference at all. I am both these days, so thanks for the reminder that I need to stop and catch a sunset or two before they are all gone.
Good idea, Mel! But, being on the East Coast, our sunsets aren't that amazing. I'll check out a sunrise, though, and ask the sun to say "Hi" to you as it sets over your way.
I'm with you. I don't want to waste my kids' life (or my life, for that matter) CLEANING. They may trip on the mess occasionally, but they'll get over it.
I'm with you. I don't want to waste my kids' life (or my life, for that matter) CLEANING. They may trip on the mess occasionally, but they'll get over it.
Carpe diem indeed.
The dishes will always be waiting.
Suzanne
My house is messy, but I haven't had sand between my toes since Nov. '03. Something's wrong with this picture.
I'm on my way over to hotwire.com.
I think if you were to see my house, you would know exactly which door we have picked.
I made a decision a long time ago that I wasn't going to be obsessive about cleaning if it meant that I wasn't getting to spend time going out and taking Mr. Personality places. I don't regret it for a second.
No paperclip in my purse, so I'm going with door #2.
Great Post!!! I decided that life was just to short not to enjoy and gave up on the perfect house and yard quite some time ago.
This is one of the reasons we decided to suffer and lose my income so I could stay home with our kids. They grow up so fast, and we had to send our son to his grandparents' house three days (and nights) a week while I was working. Now we get to be with them, and be the ones to raise them. I just wish my hubby didn't have to work so much!
It has probably been a year since my house was actually clean. It's been kind of a crazy year for me, and certain things just slide. In the big picture, it doesn't matter at all.
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