“I do it so that Greg doesn’t have to. So that Jeff and Mark and others don’t have to. Because it is a good thing to do.”
I’m writing this right now to remind myself. I need to carry that truth in this moment, because I am weary. Moving is my kryptonite, and a continental move is proving to be a whole new kind of carnival. I’m exhausted, lonely, and ready to be done.
Do you see the trouble yet?
Attempting to run a household without anything in it (cleaning, making meals, entertaining children) is like trying to start a fire by rubbing together two old sticks. It might happen if you’re lucky, but most of us are just going to get a blister. And freeze.
Edward bought me a vacuum.
It was the best anniversary gift in the world.
I, half-joking as I perused Prime Day deals, said I wanted the Dyson V8 as my 10 year gift.
“Yeah? Let me see.”
He looked at the listing.
“Ok. Order it.”
Hadn't he seen the price tag, even with the discount?
I know it seems lame that a vacuum cheers me, but is the nature of my life right now. It makes my tasks lighter. Plus I can vacuum AND hold my giant baby at the same time. It is brilliant.
Small joys, right?