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Seeing the House Half-Messy

by SweetMidlife

Lynne here!! Happy Monday!

I have written about my struggle to cut clutter around here, and to stop walking over the same thing on the floor a million times. Because I do that. And though I like what a clean house looks like, the work that goes into that seems oppressive. Yes, that sounds extreme, but when I am busy with other things, the growing pile of paper and socks from piles of laundry that didn’t all get put away just seems like another accessory, until I need to find something that I fear is in that pile, and it gets cleaned up out of necessity.

I write this because I am having a group of friends from church over this week, and my husband, who doesn’t like living with piles of stuff, said that he is sorry that we will have to do such a push of cleaning to get the house presentable. And yes, we have some wiping and cleaning to do, but from my point of view, I did MOST of the things on my chore sheet last week, and this morning I actually organized a pile of old work papers, toddler socks and Mother’s Day cards I forgot to give people, and I can actually see the bottom of my closet, so I feel like Martha Daggone Stewart.

The truth is in the middle. Under the farm puzzle pieces and over the puddle of apple juice and beneath the portable coffee cups that can’t go in the dishwasher and need to be hand-washed, there is a floor, and a dining room table, and a kitchen counter, and although we are closer to seeing it than we were last week, because we cleaned some, there is more to go. You know what it is nicer than 4 coffee cups next to the sink? 1. Because after you clean 3, somebody needs something, so there might be one left. But if you get to that one today, that’s a victory too.

Here’s to celebrating that I am doing better, but recognizing that I can do more, and not get stressed about it.

Yesterday there were 3 pairs of shoes left out. Now there is 1. Progress, I say.

Yesterday there were 3 pairs of shoes left out. Now there is 1. Progress, I say.


Glass half full, dead car all paid for, and sun still shining

by SweetMidlife


Leslie here!

So yesterday I Western Unioned (is that a word?) my final $230 payment on my 2007 Scion from a local Publix grocery store.

“Congratulations!” the sweet customer service lady said, beaming. “I’m so jealous! I have three more years for mine.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that 48 hours earlier, that car’s engine was flooded in crazy roiling waters in a street that had become a river in the middle of a two-hour rainstorm, and that it was most likely dead.

Meaning that there are probably more car payments in my future.

So why was I smiling?

If you’ve read this blog, you might know that my sister and I and our family have been through some stuff in the last little while. Our dad died. Our granddaddy died. My mother-in-law and Bubie-in-law died. There have been family illnesses and all manner of drama. We’re trying to move soon. The summer travel season and its corresponding stresses loom large. I’m still not skinny. Wine still tastes good.

And yet….

There is something about crisis that gives you a laser-sharp discernment about what’s a real crisis and what isn’t. I probably lost my car. But I was safe, which wasn’t a guarantee. I was rescued by a nice cop who sat behind me with his lights on so I wouldn’t get hit, a tow truck driver who showed up earlier than I thought and my husband who took me to get French fries. My insurance is paying for a rental for a whole month. The process to determine whether or not my car’s repairable is going fast and efficiently.

And that’s awesome. It’s not awesome that it happened. But I choose to focus on the positive, like not being hit in the road, or that if I have to get a new car, I might be handed money to help pay for a new one, since we were considering replacing it later this year anyway.

I am a fan of new beginnings, particularly in the light of some of the crappiness of recent times. I also ultimately believe in the glass being half full. Why not? That means you already drank half a glass of it, and there’s half more deliciousness to go.


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