I’ve mentioned before that I’m a pretty organized girl. I like to make lists and check off the items on the list and fold the list neatly and then dispose of the list promptly by sealing it in a color-coordinated envelope, addressing it to Mr. Trash, c/o My Kitchen, and gently placing it in a sterile trash receptacle that is lined with an anti-bacterial garbage bag.

Well maybe not so much those last five things. But still.

This week, however, has been pure craziness. Not-so-organized. None-too-list-y. And my brain is starting to feel it.

Usually I do a pretty good job of keeping all the parts of my life under control: family, church, friends, work, etc. I try not to let those areas blend into each other in ways that aren’t appropriate.

(For example: I try not to have my friends with me when I work, as it might be distracting for the Rogue Government Agents to have to listen to, say, Daph and me cackle about this week’s episode of “The Office” while they’re trying to review the plans for all those Secret Nuclear Warheads I design as a sideline business when I’m not analyzing the effects of globalization on the ever-developing economic frameworks of several European countries, including but not limited to Kasakhstan and Moldova.)

A-HEM.

Anyway, this past week has been one of those crazy times when I feel like all the parts of my life have crossed over and bled together and as a result become terribly unorganized. I have unfolded laundry on the bed in the guest room; I have bags of stuff to return to various and sundry stores; I have friends I’ve been meaning to call but haven’t; I have work that I really want to finish; I have obligations at church that I haven’t gotten around to doing yet; I have a blog that has, for lack of a better word, consumed me for the last four days (IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY, just for
the record); and I have a husband who has been incredibly patient through it all but has to be a smidge frustrated with me nonetheless.

More than anything, I have a child who needs to see me relaxed again, who needs for me to SLOW. IT. DOWN.

And so I will.

Therefore, here’s what I have on my agenda for the next few days:

I’m going to stay in my pajamas as much as possible. I’m going to drink coffee that actually makes it into the coffee pot and I’m going to load up each cup with Equal and half and half. I’m going to play trains and Candyland. I’m going to cook country fried steak, rice and gravy, butterbeans, and squash casserole. I’m going to take big walks with my two favorite fellas and my two favorite puppy dogs. I’m going to sit in front of the fire and watch movies with my husband.

I’m going to smile when Alex walks in our room at 3 in the morning and tells me that he wants to sleep with us. And I’m going to help him up in the bed, get him settled in the middle of D. and me, and marvel at the fact that I’m perfectly content even though I only have four square inches on which to sleep thanks to the aforementioned two favorite fellas who are taking up most of the room.

I’m going to go to church (which reminds me: I haven’t even told y’all about last Sunday at Emma Kate’s church, but that deserves a whole post, not just a by-the-way mention) and sing really loud. I’m going to read the February issue of Southern Living. I’m going to mess around with the camera for the first time since Christmas. And I hope that I’m going to sleep a little bit more than I have the last three or four nights.

Above all, I’m going to count my blessings. And just rest in the peace of that for awhile.

Because every so often, too much of a good thing just gets to be too much. And when that’s the case, Mama here needs to unplug.

I’ll see you in a few days, internets.

Hope your weekend is wonderful.