Yep. It's Monday at the troops.
Laundry everywhere. I do mean everywhere. Clean and unfolded. Dirty and unsorted. Dishes from last night still lingering. Shoes. And more shoes. Spread throughout the whole house. Unmade beds. Towels that didn't get hung up. Cereal boxes still on the dining room table.
I woke up feeling overwhelmed. Tired. Trying to think through this day and how to get it all done. Turns out, unless cloning has become an option over night. . . not going to happen.
Jr. High Volleyball. Jr. High Football. Senior night for Varsity Volleyball. I can't be everywhere at the same time. The Coach? He's not sure how to make it work, either.
To top it all off, I have a girlie home not feeling well, today.
Pretty sure the kids will want dinner, tonight.
And the gray roots? They are shining in the morning sunlight.
Yes, the list is long. The calendar full.
But so is my heart.
Because this girlie? She cried about MISSING school. You guys. I just can't even.
And this house? The dishes are strewn about because the kids fixed their own dinner while I was out with Daughter (#1) taking senior pictures last night. SENIOR PICTURES.
And the laundry? It didn't get folded because the Coach, Son (#3), Grandmother and I ran the Voices in the Dark 5K yesterday afternoon to raise awareness and help combat human trafficking. We also all placed first in our age divisions. Ba Bam!
And the mess? Well. There are 9 of us (just not the same as 10, is it?). There was also a Pumpkin Patch on Saturday and yard work and errands and a date night with my handsome Coach. Who was also on the front of the sports page on Sunday morning.
Reminds me of our basketball theme last year. No mess, no mission. Where there are no oxen the crib is clean.
If the troops weren't happy and healthy and BUSY, the house probably wouldn't be such a colossal mess. And I wouldn't be as tired. And my girlie probably wouldn't be sick (late Friday night football games and Oklahoma allergies are NOT our friends).
But instead. We have the mess. And a long list of things to be grateful for.
My second cup of coffee (which I've been enjoying while I type).
An early morning Sam's run.
Chicken and Salsa in the crockpot to eat in tortillas for dinner after the games.
"Moms Night Out" to watch while my sickie rests and I fold that gargantuan pile of laundry.
A box of hair color for those gray roots.
The amazing Fall sunshine filtering through the kitchen window by my desk.
A plane ticket purchased for Son (#1) to come home for Christmas.
And already today? A call from my Coach with an "I love you."
Better go. I'm missing the beginning of the movie!