mid-week MESSINESS & notes under pillows

Just to warn you. It is messy in here. If you are stopping over for a cup of tea or coffee or even a glass of wine, please note, it is INCREDIBLY messy, so perhaps it is best that you don't stop by -at least for today anyway.  We have a mid-week messiness of extraordinary proportions going on here.  Not just the usual messiness that raising three boys entails, it is the I am exhausted and slammed and can't get anything done type of messy; let's blame it on the time-change, spring-foward ridiculousness, type of messy.  Laundry needs fixing. AND folding. AND finding. I swear the smell from under the couch is someone's sock, not a leftover food fragment.  The smell is too pungent to ignore, but ignore it, I do! just. out. of. spite.

Doggie fur is floating on the floor, on the couch, on my clothes (it is spring you know...my four-legged friends are shedding at a rapid rate these days). All this fur floats its way up, fighting with the dust motes for space amongst the cobwebs littering the corner's of our ceiling

Even my sweet old ficus is a wee bit neglected. She sits outside on our front porch collecting dust & goo & particles of I don't know what.  I moved her in front of our window so I would remember her.  She is currently pressing herself up against the screen asking for some water.  However, I know she is not last on my list...

Because, of course, there are the Dishes.
I don't think I can even stand looking at them. The dishes defy me. They are taunting me from the sink, making loud, rude gestures of stuck-on cereal and crumbs of last nights dinner. amside, all calming my frayed sensibilities.
Even I am not brazen enough to photograph the sink. It just needs to be all pushed into the dishwasher. I am doing my best to ignore it all.  At some point, I will have to give in and
start scrubbing
                and spring cleaning
                                       and sorting
                                                       and sewing this house back up together.
But for now. I will dream up words and make small notes to stick under my sweet boys' pillows. Putting them there so they are surprised. So they know I do think of them during the day.

Then I will sketch out some things in my book of notes, planning and scheming with my head in the crystal clear blue sky that is calling me to skip outside and fetch the boys from school and meander on home perhaps past the park; playing in the sunshine and wandering in and out of the smells of fresh cut grass and sweet jasmine hanging over head.

There will be time, a bit later on, to deal with this mid-week messiness, perhaps tomorrow when it is no longer the middle of the week.

                                        xxoo