I just can't.
On any given day you'll only see this:
This is what is lurking behind those bi-fold doors taunting me. Whispering to me just like creepy-girl-knocking-on-the-door-in-the movie-The-Strangers.
This just makes me want to cry out and rent my clothing.
And these are only the shoes we wear most of the time. We ALL have shoes taking up obscene amounts of space in our ridiculously over-sized closets in our rooms.
I have organized and re-organized these shoes 5 million times and THIS is how it always looks at the end of the day.
I know if I tried I could make this a beautifully woven metaphor for my life and the way I try to organize my short-comings, but I just don't have it in me right now.
Probably because I haven't been eating.
And I haven't been eating because I have been too busy fetching meals and drinks and snacks for my 6 customers...I mean children.
I'm one apron, spatula, wad of gum, and sassy attitude away from being Flow on Al's Diner.
I'm in the weeds and Vacation Bible School has only buried me a little more this week.
What with the 6:30-8:45 PM time frame, my day has consisted of a blur of activity from breakfast to snack to lunch to nap time to snack to ohmigosh-it's-already-5:30-hurry-up-we-have-to-cram-something-relatively-nutritious-down-your-throats-before-it's-time-for-VBS-and-arrrrrrrgh-you're-still-dirty-from-playing-outside-and-I-don't-want-anyone-to-know-you-don't-get-a-bath-every-day-so-I'm-going-to-feverishly-wipe-you-down-head-to-toe-with-wipies-while-barking-orders-and-looking-for-your-VBS-necklace-that-those-blasted-teachers-told-you-to-wear-EVERY-DAY-before-throwing-you-all-in-the-car-to-drive-2-miles-in-a-panic-and-then-spend-15-minutes-wrestling-the-two-youngest-into-a-stroller-and-then-race-like-a-marathoner-to-the-finish-and-get-10-feet-and-4-wheels-jammed-up-in-the-double-doors-of-the-church-all-while-trying-to-maintain-a-modicum-of-dignity-and-an-aire-of-I've-got-this.
I can't seem to get the laundry caught up (and I have a theory that actually touching the laundry might accomplish that), the kids want to play outside, and why shouldn't they? It's gorgeous and they have so much more room to run around now, but they also want to come in and out 800 times. And E can't open the door, so that means I play the part of concierge.
I also can't seem to convince our now 4 year old son, M that he should be pooping consistently on the potty...and not in his pants.
Also? H, our 2 year old, likes to take off her own clothes and diaper. 743 times a day. ( <--- Oh you think that's an exaggeration?)
Whether the diaper is full or not.
And I am just done.
What with that and all the life-altering spiritual changes I've been having and writing about, THIS was just the last straw today:
I could sit on my knees and fix them for the 1 millionth time, but I just don't want to.
I can't make myself do it.
Instead, I'm going to waste valuable time taking pictures of it and writing about it here for all of you.
Feeling like you're dragging? Join me.
Feeling like VBS every day with complimentary shuttle service would be a welcome reprieve right about now? Join the club.
Ready for the "let's have a fire and roast marshmallows, lazy days of summer" to kick in. Its been anything but lazy!
And excuse me now as I go open the patio door one more time...