I Don't Wanna

We’ve moved across the country. We’ve helped move Mr. Blue Eyes parents into their new home. We’ve painted. We’ve cleaned. We’ve organized. We’ve adjusted (sort of). We’ve had more family bonding time in the past four months than we’ve had in the past six years. We’ve laughed. We’ve cried. We’ve pushed on despite tired delirium and poison ivy rashes.

This is all well and good, don’t get me wrong.

(Except the poison ivy. I’d rather not experience that again.)

It’s just that, today, after an evening of hosting both of our families here at our house for some fried chicken, bbq and a rousing game of kick ball, I’m kinda’ tired.

That pile of dishes staring me down every time I walk in the kitchen?

I don’t wanna wash ‘em.

That load of towels that I managed to throw in the washing machine?

I don’t wanna dry ‘em.

That semi trailer that still has odds and ends in it left to unpack?

I don’t wanna unpack it.

That little boy who needs a hair cut?

I don’t wanna cut it.

Not today, o.k.? Just one day. I just want one day to let it slide a little. Just one day to stop the forward momentum that is all around us. Just one day to puff out a sigh of relief and say, “Hey, we’ve done good. We deserve a break.”

But today is not that day. Why? Because letting these things go seems to have a way of coming back to bite you in the butt.

So I’m off to finish the laundry and wash the dishes and maybe even unpack yet one more box.

But I just want you to know one thing: I don’t wannna.

 

 

Comments

[Tauna]

I feel your pain, but you'll be so good when your sink is cleared of the dishes and the cute little guy has a clean cut!
Wish I lived closer and I'd help ya out! Well, OK maybe I'd stare at your horses and play with your little ones......and enjoy your solitude.
Hugs.