The kids are like little tornados, whirling in and out of each space in our home, leaving a trail of mess.
Toys, mixed with dirty socks, goldfish leftover from Sunday, books, crayon wrappings, and pink piles of eraser fluff. Beds get left unmade because I hate to walk upstairs and the kids know it. Last night’s soggy wet towels get left in heaps beside each child’s pajama drawer. Dirty clothes are thrown in the floor of the closet instead of the hamper. Clean clothes are left hanging in the laundry room and never quite make it upstairs.
Chaos. Utter chaos.
School starts in a few weeks and the urgency to bring order to the chaos is creeping in close. I have labeled everything. I have thought through the placement of stuff…and we have a lot of stuff. I am working on new chore charts and daily schdeules and methods to reign in the madness of this house. I have organized the school shelves and planned our fall calendar.
And all of this sounds wonderful…especially if the person who is responsible for executing this grand plan is disciplined.
Guess what? I’m not.
Truth be known, I am the biggest tornado in this house. I leave piles everywhere I go. I leave unfinished projects, mixed with yes, dirty laundry, next to stacks of dirty dishes, next to the lists of things I need to do. I leave my bed unmade and I walk past it numerous times a day. I do hang up my wet towels, but I leave piles of dirty laundry in my closet. And I walk to the laundry room, every morning after my shower, and get my clean underwear.
Chaos. Complete and utter chaos.
And somehow, we make it work.
Well, actually, we don’t make it work. God does.
And as I shuffle around this chaotic home today and try to breathe a little deeper, I am so grateful for how He makes all of this work.