There are times in life when you need to take a deep breath and realize disasters occur in your brain far more often than real life. Today I am missing a couch cushion. It’s not a travesty. Wait a minute. It is for me. When you sneak a peek inside my brain you’ll see me begin to panic. We will triple our household in the next week. All kids are coming home. All hands on deck.
I want to be like those people on TV with linen closets all neat and organized. I want to have hand towels and matching towels in each guest bedroom. I want to have guest bedrooms instead of storage units. I want. I want. I want.
Instead, I have mismatched blankets and clean pillowcases. I have reclining chairs for beds. I have spots on my carpets and on ceilings (yes ceilings.) I have a warm home that smells like paint because I “had to paint” the week everyone was arriving.
I also have Love. Love to wrap up any loose ends. Love the craziness that comes with the preparation of having this house full of love!