Deviating off our Ghana series a bit because well… this topic spoke to me a little differently today.
Joining in with Lisa Jo for “Five Minute Friday” which is absolutely one of my favorite memes…
Here’s how it rolls: (in Lisa Jo’s words!)
1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.
2. Link to www.thegypsymama.com and invite others to join in
3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.
It’s a great way to exhale at the end of a beautiful week.
This week’s topic is: Welcome…
Welcome to the “House of Organized Chaos”. Casa de Organizada Caos.
Take your shoes off if you want and if not, don’t. We aren’t fancy around here but we do want you to feel at home.
Let me just warn you that in approximately two minutes, you will be subjected to a loud, ear-piercing screetch. That would be my youngest child – it’s his thing. He’s got quite the set of pipes, that one.
Stick with us until 5 p.m. and you could join what I affectionately refer to as the “Clockwork Orange Club” to which you might feel eligible if you have been hearing those screetches intermittedly throughout the day.
There’s a dog, a big, bouncy yellow lab that is joyful and loves her life. And she sheds. Badly. Lint brushes available.
Our backyard currently looks like a bad “Toys ‘R Us” ad gone bad. Plastic pool on its second year. Second “Slip and Slide” OF THE SEASON – we work those hard. The obligatory green sandbox turtle. A raised bed my sweet husband built last year in which so far we’ve only grown weeds.
A girl can dream at this place, no?
Something happens to shoes here so now that I think about it, you might want to leave yours on your feet (see the second line). Someone is always missing a shoe.
Therefore, the boys will often resort to the trusty-standby-and-easy-to-put-on rain boots, not complete, of course, without shorts and an optional shirt. An older sister will often be looking on with amusement.
Clearly, this is not a place where fashion is a priority.
However, this IS a place where love resides in the walls. You might see a few remnants of Peanut Butter Playdough still stuck to the table (I’ll get to it!) prepared amidst giggles and stolen bites before it was really done.
You’ll hear music about Jesus and now and then some “Diego” will be shown on the big screen.
It’s a normal house of small children so you’ll also hear bickering. Whining. Choices to not obey. Whining. Tattling. Whining.
And as I embrace this organized chaos, this season God has placed me in for the here and now, there are moments when I dream of walls that don’t contain handprints made by a hand covered in Aquaphor because we “just wanted to see what it would do.” I dream of a time when I will be able to get up at 9 a.m., go on a walk, have coffee, time with God AND shower before my teenagers awaken. I would like a convertible again.
But then I cringe.
So welcome. Welcome to our home. Earplugs optional.