We have been on “vacation” for 20 days.
I use the word “vacation” loosely, as our annual summer “vacation” is going back to the place where my husband and I were born to visit with family and friends, all the while trying to work. NOTE: I LOVE this trip.
Sometimes Every time, it’s just… complicated for a variety of first world reasons.
*AGAIN: I know I’m blessed and my life is not complain-able.
Bear with me, though.
We have a great little house in Ohio that we love.
It’s a haven.
We get here and we just… breathe.
We bought it because it’s just a few houses away from my daughters’ grandparents, my husband’s aunt and a collection of friends in between. They live on the riverfront. We can see the river from our place.
I can literally stand in my front yard and watch my girls ride their bikes to their grandparents’ house. (While I type this from my dining room table I can watch the girls playing across the street with the same neighbor kiddos that they play with each year.)
And this community? It’s where I grew up.
“Ohio, the backroads… oh I know Ohio… like the back of my hand…” (A little Over the Rhine for you, all.)
So this little space.
It’s a little bungalow, filled with our favorite things, in soft hues of grey and off-white and black and gold (because Lila and I like fancy.)
It holds memories of our life pre-kids and pre-Cabo: the photography the husband took with a film-camera that he matted and framed, the box of legos I played with as a child, a storybook that once belonged at my Grandma’s house that I loved thumbing through as a kid.
It’s also got the dirty handprint of our children all over it.
A rock someone found. A plastic spinny toy from Chick-fil-A from two years ago. Jump ropes. SIDEWALK CHALK everywhere. Books. Barbies from yesteryear. Crafts from everywhere we’ve ever gone in Toledo.
You know what I am talking about.
It’s hard for me to keep it together when the kiddos stuff is everywhere.
A wise parent once said: “Vacation” with kids is just a “trip.”
Another wise parent, assumedly a mom, also once said, “Vacation” just means going somewhere else and doing all the things you do at home, in a smaller space, without all the stuff you need.”
I may be losing it.
Well, today I DID lose it. I screamed and then had to apologize to my kids.
And I’m pretty sure I’m not the first Mom who has lost it on “vacation.”
As I attempt to work from home, visit friends and family, be present and do fun things and be a rockstar Mom and wife, I’ve decided to direct my efforts into a revolt.
It’s a small effort, but one that gives me life.
Whilst in Ohio my children have REFUSED to turn their clothes right-side-out when they throw their dirty clothes in the hamper. (Ha! As if this just started happening while we were in Ohio.)
So, I wash and dry their clothes… and I fold them.
I will not turn the clothes right-side out.
I will not submit to their laziness.
AND I AM ON VACATION.
VACATION SHOULDN’T HAVE TO INCLUDE TURNING PEOPLE’S CLOTHES RIGHT-SIDE-OUT.
Historically, large change and scalable movements were inspired by small uprisings, right?
It may be a small thing, but during this time of routine-change, I shall cling to this.
I will say nothing.
They probably won’t notice…
…but I feel better already.
When life is a little out of control, it’s imperative to take control of something… even if it’s the laundry.
Someone just called my name for the 820,735th time today.