It’s war…

First, I have a confession.  I’ve lived in this house for almost four years.  I’ve scrubbed and sanitized, purged and organized.  However there is a small area in the kitchen which has been no man’s land.  A place where fear lives.  It has taunted me, and I have backed down.  Weak.  Afraid.

Well today… today everything changed.  Today I declared war on the space behind the refridgerator.  Battle was conducted.  My weapons of choice were paper towels, Clorox Clean-Up, and the Dyson.  They were well chosen.  After a vicious battle, the war was won.   I’d post photographs from the field, but I’m afraid my journal isn’t rated for mature content.

Today was an exciting day in the Carey house.  After the aformentioned battle, another large scale even occured.  Naomi was placed in her Bumbo chair and given rice ceral.  It was messy and the spectators cheered on the players.  Naomi and Mommy.  It started with the two sides going head to head.  A spoonful in, 3/4 of a spoonful out.  After some struggle, the two sides decided to play nice.  By the end of the campaign, they were about on equal terms.  Photo and video documentation will be posted … eventually.

 

I have 8 minutes before I have to start work.

Today’s main focus?  Getting the house clean.  My in-laws are coming over for Christmas breakfast.  It’s a tradition we started a couple years ago.  Last night Mark and I drove to Redwood City to pickup proper tea, sausage, pudding (not what’ youre thinking), and rashers.

The tea is the most exciting part to me.  Barrys & Lyons are the best black tea.  My world has completely changed when it comes to tea, and that’s my husbands fault.  I’m ok with that particular world upset.  Sadly, they are high in caffeine and I rarely indulge myself.

Barrys makes a decaf.  They sold it in the import store.  My heart is happy.  In fact, I’m enjoying a cup right now.

Bliss.

Yesterday was interesting.  Instead of cleaning all morning I painted.  Serves a similar purpose and was satisfying.  Then Ezekiel’s funeral.  For such a sad thing, the service was filled with hope.  D&M held it together in a way I wouldn’t think possible.  I’m so proud of them.

I wonder what today is like.  Funerals don’t change what’s happened, but the act of closure often creates new breath the next morning.  Does the air feel a little crisper?  The bite harder than it was, and in that, a reminder of life?  Or does the weight still burden them and dull their senses?  I don’t know what I would do, in their place.  How I would act, think, feel.  I don’t know, but I know that I can pray and cry for them with a Mother’s heart.  Even now.  And I know God hears.  I know He’s there.  And I know that this too will not go to waste.  Every experience, God uses.

And from that day the name of the city will be “The Lord Is There”

 

dyson

I was given a Dyson DC17 Animal for my birthday.

I love vacuuming.

It’s powerful.  I have to be careful.  I might create a black hole or something.  So every few minutes I turn it off to let the universe go back into place.

Dr. Who would be proud.