FREAK OUT FIRDAY

Seriously. What a day. I had a break down before 10 am. I had just realized that after a week of being told to change the sheets on his bed, Alex had tricked me into believing he had, by taking the old sheets off. He just never got new sheets on. As he has a loft bed, above eye level, it is not something that would have caught my attention. Unfortunately for him, the blanket he got himself to not have to use his sheetless comforter was peeking out and caught my attention. I got quite annoyed. I gave him an additional 20 things to put away. He was upset about being "punished". (He obviously never really has been punished in his life!) He was all:"I didn't know that not doing it would get me extra work." Excuse me? My telling your 5 times is not enough motivation? You would do it if you knew you get in trouble for not doing it? Well. What really finished me off was bumping into just one more blasted thing standing around hurting my knee. I yelled and slammed a door. Obviously I had been loud enough to scare James into thinking that I got hurt badly. After sobbing hysterically for about 5 min, I was finally able to tell him, that the real problem is, that no matter what I do, it never seems to be enough. 

Once I had calmed down I reminded myself it was Miracle Week. The dishwasher being fixed helped. I cleaned up the kitchen, even mopped the floors. Did some laundry, emptied a basket that I had taken out of the bedroom into the hall. I dug through more stuff from the attic. I made pizza for dinner and a cake for a friend. I dropped one of the layers for the cake, and nearly dropped the one I had to bake to make up for it. James twisted his ankle badly in a heroic sacrifice to not run over Marie who had managed to fall with her bike right into his path. All in all I guess it wasn't the worst of days, even though I still feel that nothing that was done today will make a difference in the long run. Not even the 3 more pieces that I mended watching TV. As I stayed up way to long watching anyway I should have gotten my ironing board too. Well. Enough self accusation. Things got done. They are taken care of. More will get done today. Miracle week has 23 more work hours and I will make the most of them! But first. I will catch some sleep!

MIRACLE WEEK

Last night I decided to make this week "catch up week". My resolve was to not pick a new room and to finally finish all the ones I have started. But there is something about waking up and being ready to face the day, no, the whole week before 6 am without an alarm. So forget "catch up week" and embrace "miracle week"!

It being miracle week I didn't want to miss out on starting on a new room. The bedroom it was!

By 6 am I was out of bed and ready to go.

By 7 am I had snacks for everyone, 1 child out of the house, the washer running,  4 loads of dirty laundry sorted and took last week's clean laundry off the drying rack. It was also folded and taken upstairs to be put away.

By 8 am I had changed sheets on one bed, had 4 more people out of the house, including Snow White with full stage make up. I had supervised piano practice, 10 min of reading and lunch was simmering on the stove.

By 10 am I felt like I wasn't getting as much done as I had hoped to.

By 3 pm I felt like I had wasted most of my day. 

By 4 pm I turned to comfort eating.

By 5 pm I dragged myself upstairs to keep working on my nightstand to proof to myself that I have the determination it takes to make "Miracle Week" happen. And then. Truly. A miracle. I found a "long forgotten" love letter from James. In it he not only told me how wonderful I am and how much he loves me, he also told me, that he knows that many of the things I do, go unseen. 

"Thank you for the many things you do, many of which seem to go unnoticed. I don't notice enough, but when I enter your world, I realize just how much you do."

My very personal miracle. The perfect words to keep me going. Written down more than 2.5 years ago. 

Miracle week indeed!