Just Write {50}

Our cupboards are bare. Not of food and pots and pans and a crock pot and vases. There is plenty on the shelves, but we’ve taken all the doors off and pulled all the drawers out.

We began a project that seems simple enough until you actually do all the things it takes to do the thing.

We need to sand first, but even before that, we’re marking each door and drawer so we remember where they came from. Otherwise it gets to be kind of a puzzle and you have to keep trying each space until the drawer slides in easily or the two doors close up with out banging together.

Miles was using the drill to unscrew the hardware and I was pulling the doors off when he’d get to the last screw. Asher was feeding us each one pretzel at a time, while Daddy wrote up a map and numbered each door and drawer.

Elsie wreaked havoc.

I ate a lot of licorice.

After the dust settled (literally), I stood back and looked at all of the much there is inside and couldn’t help but to feel much too blessed and also compelled to purge. So I started with the cereal cupboard and now it’s all tidy. Next, I’ll empty out drawers and wipe them clean.

When all is said and done, we’ll have a creamish-tanish sort of color on top and a gray-ish color on the bottom. Both are colors you can find in the back splash.

We dance around our kiddos to get these things done. It takes a long time and sometimes we just can’t get back to things. I’m learning how to live in the mess because that’s just life, it’s terribly messy. It isn’t so easy for me to leave things undone though. I like finished.

I like closed doors.

Unfinished is what it is to be here though, living this out, so I’m trying to learn that not landing for a while means you’re flying or floating and that’s why it’s okay sometimes to just wait. This isn’t just about painting cupboards though, is it? It’s about the things that take much more faith. That’s the trickiest part, believing that it’s perfectly fine to hang somewhere mid-air while you do or you don’t work on something, together. And when it’s not fine, it’s still okay because of all that sits wide open on the shelves, uncovered, exposed…getting thrown out because you flung things opened and said LOOK, here’s the truth! 

Elsie had to be put down for a nap and the boys needed lunch. We left the doors leaning up against the wall below the chalkboard in the kitchen. I left a drawer with a bunch of coffee grounds in it on the counter. The cleaning supplies are at the ready in a plastic bin on the floor and dog hair is sticking to my pants on account of crawling around on the tile with a boy and his drill. The day has gone on and we’re all hovering above and around the mess, together.

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