Spring usually comes in second on my least favorite seasons list. Winter obviously holds steady at number one. This year feels different though. There is something definitely different. I’m almost sure it’s not the increased dose in my meds. Well at least 50% sure anyway. Thank God for modern medicine and one of the best doctors around.
I’m starting to deliberately make an effort to be thankful for the things in my life. The things that in the blink of an eye could be gone. Depending on the day, it can vary from the unconditional love of my husband, who has proven without a doubt that he is in this for better or worse. To the brand new vacuum I got today. I really shouldn’t be this excited about a vacuum but it’s got all of the attachments, and was definitely overdue. Our old one was very little vacuum and a lot of tape. All kinds of tape, painters tape, masking tape and scotch tape. As we say around here when something is overdue to retire, “she doesn’t owe us a thing.”
I got the Winter decor off the porch and spruced it up for Spring. I’m always so meticulous about the front yard in the summer. I like the lines in the newly cut grass, weed free beds and damit close the garage door so we don’t look like hoarders. Don’t go in my backyard though. That’s a complete shit show. The kids and dogs have overtaken every aspect of it. There is stuff everywhere. Socks, dog toys, my good Tupperware bowls, and everything in between. Drives me absolutely bonkers. It is the equivalent of my junk drawer for sure.
We got some of our closets cleaned and organized. It’s amazing how much stuff we can accumulate in no time at all. I got some space saver bags and put away the winter stuff. Out of sight, out of mind. Of course that is the mentality that got me where is am now. Chuck cleaned out the garage, pumped up the kids bike tires and shot some hoops with Addison. I could spent hours out in the garage going through bins and purging, but I’m saving that for a later date. A way later date.
Friday and Saturday night got crazy wild. I had some tough Words With Friends competition from Chuck. I never realized what a poor loser he is. I understand that you’ve never heard of the word before, but it fell on a triple word block and worked. Don’t hate the player babe, hate the game. Needless to say I’ve been waiting for him to take his turn all day.
Saturday morning basketball games are the best. There have been a few games that I’ve sent Chuck packing to a different seat, but this week he did really well. He’s as verbally passionate about basketball as I am about football. Addie shot two baskets and didn’t kick anyone. That’s a win, win in our book. I love that they can bond over basketball. Apparently I love it so much I got sweet talked into a new basketball hoop that should be arriving tomorrow.
Sometimes we need to be reminded that the mundane tasks and weekly routines are blessings. It’s all about perspective.
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