A Smidgen of Normal

It all started with the bathroom shelf.

With all the emergencies and complications in our lives these last couple of years, "stuff" began accumulating everywhere.

One day, I sized up the organized dissarray in my bathroom and realized I had mores stuff in there than space. I decided I needed the type of bathroom shelf that Rebekah had in her bathroom.

Rebekah latched onto the idea, and we bought in on Thursday morning while we were running errands before work. She also bought some blue plastic wicker baskets, and I took the first steps toward moving some items away from the clutter and into their new home.

It looked nice.

The change was so subtle, so small, but it rekindled a motivation I hadn't realized had shrunk until I felt that spark.

So Saturday, I caught up on some BryonySeries project.

And on Sunday, I caught up on some household ones.

By "caught up," I don't mean to imply that I'm caught up at all. 

Still, I accomplished more than I ever dreamed possible when I placed those first folded washclothes into those simple baskets.

Now I can't predict the future, and I have no idea if our stormy season is coming to an end.

(Yes, I'm having surgery in a couple of weeks. Wouldn't that be great if the entire process was straightfoward as it should be?)

But it felt wonderful to do the "normal" things for two days without the ceiling and the floor collapsing on us.

Yes, that is indeed the drain sitting on the top of the shelf. Daniel removed it due to a problem six months or more months ago, and it's lived on my dresser ever since. That drain is now one step closer to returning to its "normal" place, too.

Seriously, several of us in the family were talking about how jumping from big problem to big problem has them on edge, and they've come to dread the weekends when "something" always seems to happen.

Nothing happened this weekend except the weekend. That really felt good.

And that gives me hope.

Happy Monday!