Hump Day

I'm at a loss to realize that it's the middle of the week already and I've got nothing accomplished this week.  Or do I?  Let's see...I've managed to shower at least once this week, I did do the grocery shopping, and I have worked.  So I guess that is something. 

But what are the days for?  Are they for grocery shopping, going store after store to get the best sale price?  Clipping coupons and then organizing all of your purchases in the fridge when you get home?  Or even those little hands that the minute I get home want to eat everything I just bought right that second!  No sooner do I walk in the door I hear "can I eat this, can I have that?" 

How about the cleaning.  I've managed little of that by this hump day too.  Is that what my week and days are about?  I'm pretty sure that my laundry baskets are like the hankerchief in a clowns pocket.  You just keep pulling, digging, sorting, and washing yet the clothes just keep coming and coming and coming.  It makes nudity seem like a very viable option.  I get why God made man and woman naked from the beginning.  I used to think I was mad at Eve for the pain during child birth she set us all up for, however I've now come to realize its truly the laundry that ticks me off.  And I'm even venturing to say that I bet hell is a 24 hour laundry mat and there are no like colors!  

As I complain, tire and pitty party how unaccomplished I feel or how never ending it is I can't help but feel deep down I really do know what my days are for I just let this "stuff" get in the way.  I let one day roll into the next without even noting what happened yesterday.  I set myself on auto pilot and just miss the moments that in the end will mean the most.  The moment that little voice of Maddy asking "mom, can have this yogurt you just bought?" or McLane saying "Mommy, you bought me Toy Story fruit snacks, YES!".  Or how about Tanna requesting to snuggle with me and watch a movie.  I've got a teenager that wants to spend time with me! 

My life, my day, my dreams are all wrapped up in them and these little things.  Someday I wont be the one buying Madison yogurt, Making McLanes day or snuggling with Tanna.  Candice is the reminder that time flies and that she is on her way to being all on her own.  They will have thier families, their laundry, their shopping, thier own little hands to worry about.  My time to have me time is down the road and I'll just walk really slow if that's ok?   The days of me aren't over they just aren't right now .  I'm ok with that. 

So as I sit here, thinking a shower may not be a bad idea, I realize that I am so accomplished on this hump day and it's all good! 

Thank you God for today, yesterday and all the days before that.  Thank you for 8 hands that reach to me and for my husbands arms to fall into at the end of the day.  Thank you for all my dust bunnies, bountiful laundry baskets, and fridge full of food.  May I remember that each day is a blessing but more importantly may I take the time to forget the routine and make a memory that is lasting.