Victory

I am sitting in between a laundry basket (that is hiding a wet spot from where I cleaned up cat puke on the couch) and a pile of clean laundry.

Both have been sitting here for more than 24 hours.

Not the cat puke.

That was a new surprise.

There are toys scattered on the floor, cat hair everywhere and dust layers on the bench in front of me.

But the dishes are done.

I'm calling that victory.

Oh, and my babe is sleeping...for the first time since 6 am.

I'm claiming victory for that one too.

The chicken has been removed from the freezer and just may be ready in time for dinner...once I figure out what dinner might be.

Victory.

I'm claiming little victories these days. It's easier than feeling defeated by dirty floors, piles of laundry and pancakes for dinner...again.

I'm trying to learn about letting go and accepting the fact that I cannot do everything.

Shocking, I know.

It's a rough lesson. And it's not my favorite. But I'm learning to embrace the chaos, because as the sign says...

"Please excuse the mess...we LIVE here."

And we do.

And we like it that way.

But, even with my new-found calm over the chaos I still wouldn't be heartbroken if our pets showed up bald one day.

I'm just saying.