Come Out in the Wash
Currently, my life is a little messy, literally and figuratively. But at this point I’ve chosen to laugh about it because I have no more room for stress. My husband has been working out of town Monday-Friday for the better part of six months and will be for the foreseeable future. This arrangement takes its toll in small ways, like when I need help opening a jar of homemade pickles, and sometimes in more complicated ways, like when the washing machine breaks.
But you know what? We pack up Friday night to head west Saturday despite the everyday hiccups of life because we wait all year for this. It’s okay that my life is a little messy because (almost) all my favorite people have been in and out, or are headed this way soon, doing what we love to do together.