Except for when we have a showing, my house is upside down these days.
My kindergartner had to remind me to roll down my window when we pulled up to the drive thru at our new Chick-Fil-A.
I’m late delivering copy I promised weeks ago. Even later writing thank you notes from spring break. (If I saw you during spring break, thank you for your hospitality. A proper note will be forthcoming someday.)
I forgot to pay a few bills. Wore the same outfit three times in one week.
Cut my recreational shopping so severely, it no longer qualifies as recreational. It’s now combat. In. Out. Mission accomplished.
Bought body wash for my son when my shopping list specifically read shampoo. Twice. We have enough to keep him sparkling through third grade.
And I carried whole milk home from the grocery store. Shopping with my eyes closed that time.
This from the woman who made a crusade of cutting calories and fat from our family diet. Who painstakingly racheted us down from whole to two percent and finally to one percent over the course of several months.
What a surprise one morning at breakfast when my son said, “Mom, you bought the red milk.” Whole milk is labeled red at our grocery store.
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Yes, it’s red.”
“What? Oh, my. It is the red milk!”
We drank the red milk. Then I paid more attention and bought the purple milk on my next mission.
What can I say? I’m in love.
Something has captured my attention. Occupies my mind. Changes the way I see things. Gets me up in the middle of the night.
It’s a jealous lover. Expects all my time. Truth be told I would really like to let the world go and just swim in it.
And why not? My husband tells me it’s all right to want to spend my time with this. To want to be alive. To enjoy my work again.
Where will this affair will lead?
Right now it doesn’t matter. I’m reveling in the obsession. Hope you are too.
Even so, I have noticed one thing, at least, that is good. It is good for people to eat, drink, and enjoy their work under the sun during the short life God has given them, and to accept their lot in life. Ecclesiastes 5:18 NLT
Diamond Rio, you put it so well in What a Beautiful Mess. Hey, wait a minute. That’s my car…