The Imperfect Housekeeper:
As I sit here writing this I am looking into my kitchen. Across the room I see the blue dishes stacked in the cabinet,- the door open. In my mind I can hear the sound of my husband's footsteps as he walks in the door from work. "Hi everyone." He will go straight into the kitchen to wash his hands before planting a kiss on each of his girls. He will undoubtedly state to the non specified culprit, "Shut the cabinets!" We all know he is talking to me, because I am THAT person. I left that cabinet open when I saw the time and wanted to start writing this post.
I am that person who when vacuuming pushes things out of the way with the vacuum head often sending them under the couch or bed. I am the person who makes the cake then lets the bowl soak. I fold mountains of laundry only to have the baskets accumulate and eventually unfold as I frantically search for two matching XL seamless knee socks for my daughter. I am the person that leaves the water bottle on the night table until my little collection becomes an inconvenience and I have no room for my phone and next bottle. I am the person that hasn't cut the tag off the Easter decoration even though its sitting adorning the window sill at this moment.
These types of little things don't bother me. They do not send me into fits of eye rolling sighs like I know they do to others. My vast list of obligations and commitments does not include these things and others that fall in the same insignificant category. It is not that I am thoughtless to minor details. I would re-staple the papers on a bulletin board or re-braid my daughters hair until both are perfectly straight. I am also not thoughtless to the frustration I cause others, or even myself.
Most of the time when I do things like this it is that life happens around me and I get pulled in a different direction.
As I sit here writing, just opposite of that open kitchen cabinet is my youngest who is supposed to be putting her XL seamless socks on as well as her shoes. She has one on her hand like a puppet and the shoes have somehow found there way into the open crayon drawer. She's laying on her stomach drawing with that puppet hand.
Life got in her way - seems like she has her priorities straight.