I got lost in scrubbing floors and shifting clothes and priming walls.
I got lost in the celebration of the end of another school year.
I got lost in the pool holding a wet five year old. I got lost in the upsidedown over and around twirl of a roller coaster. I got lost in waving to little girls in a rocking pirate ship.
I got lost crossing from state to state, pumping my own gas and riding in Amish buggies.
Being lost was lovely (except for the scrubbing floors).
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It’s kind of like walking a tight-rope over an abyss.
Apparently, the fact that I work and parent full time and I am also compelled to blog seems a bit strange to some people. Honestly, until they brought it up, it seemed perfectly natural to me, but now that I think about it,
HOW IN THE WORLD AM I DOING THIS?
I was happily unaware that I was walking a tight-rope over an abyss – until someone kindly pointed it out. Now that I know, it has occurred to me that this might be a little crazy.
Since I already have my crazy full on, I’ve decided to attempt to find someone to watch my children for three days/two nights and get away. I need a little quiet to listen to the whispers in my head.
I don’t know if or when it will happen or what will be the outcome, but I know this to be true, behind the loads of laundry and the clamor of the kids, amid the drop offs and pickups and earning of the daily bread, there are whispers.