I'm waving my white flag of defeat.
I don't care one whit that my garden is growing weeds and it is!
Weed ground cover is my contribution to organic gardening.
I believe the grass is growing better inside our garden than outside.
We still have tomatoes and peppers and kale and corn and onions (I have no idea what to do with the onions) and an artichoke... but, this is not the year of the garden.
Yellow squash grow in weeds!
I'm almost ready to surrender my whole life. My house, my kids, my job... I just don't know.
This-- right here-- this is the summer that I can NOT do it all. I can't keep my house from looking like I have 8 (messy) children. (I can't even surrender without offending someone. My house is OK it's just not my ok.)
Honestly, my van was stinky and I found a bag of sausage next to Ben's car seat. Sausage?! It was beyond gross.
Yesterday, I noticed a loaf of bread under the benches in the van. I was laying outside talking on the phone to a friend when Eve came out of the house with a butter knife and a jar of jelly. Seriously? I grabbed the loaf of bread (from my van) and let her make sandwiches for herself and Ben. I surrender.
I'm always ten minutes late and I'm battling with the mountains of laundry. I'm doing it, but I'm not DOING it. I'm enduring and it takes endurance. This summer is almost as hard as last summer was. Last summer I was clinging to life, this summer I'm clinging to normal. Will I always feel like I've talked my way into an honors class that is a bit over my head?
I'm the little girl who is doggy paddling in the deep end. I'm certain life guards are watching close to see if I'm swimming or drowning. I'm smiling, so I think I'm swimming, but if the waves turn on again, I'm sure I'll drown.
My To Do lists feel stagnant. Both Todd and I are tired. I'm so sick of pushing forward, climbing, trying, that I'm about to surrender.
Have I arrived at my midlife crisis? Am I halfway through my marathon and just hitting my wall? Am I screaming for an epidural when I'm just 2cm away from a beautiful new birth? I think I already delivered the baby and I'm still trying to push out that dang placenta. Yes- I cuss about placentas sometimes. :)
Is this surrender something that I should lean into? (I imagine on the other end of surrender might be the land of grace.) Or, are these the days that I need to tell myself to just keep swimming? Am I almost there? (Perhaps my surrender needs to be a grit-filled,"I'm going to climb this mountain even if it kills me", head down, feet moving surrender.) Are these the days I keep planting, pruning, and pushing forward because the harvest years are coming? Or am I stupid for even planting a garden?
If I didn't plant a garden I wouldn't see my weeds, but I wouldn't have any cute peppers either.
Last week I went with my favorite husband to a dinner for his work. It was fancy, almost black tie (the chancellor of SU spoke). I, um, didn't quite get the fancy message. I changed quickly after returning from a birthday party and fixing a quick dinner for my kids. I wore white linen and sandles. Todd told me I was beautiful and shining, but I knew I was unmanicured and under dressed.
I felt honored to be there. My heart swells just rembering the good people I met who are doing great things in this world. I had a chance to talk for sometime with the chancellor and his sweet wife, Ruth. They are such good, inspiring people. I'm not sure they even noticed my sandles.
Right now, I'm typing away on my phone while my kids play around me.
I'm done with this blog. I'm putting on my swim suit and I'm going to play!
Can you see the fuzzy purple tree that is just about to dump it's fuzz into the pool?
Gardens around pools are beautiful.
We choose to embrace the leaves in our pool. :)
I'm just hanging on.
Fall will come, my children will grow, my van will be clean, and my gardens will be weeded.
Just say yes.
Today, I am SO glad I planted a dumb garden. I have squash!
I'm not always pretty- but I'm there.
I'm here. I'm living. I'm smiling.
And sometimes, the only difference between drowning and swimming IS the smile on your face.
I surrendor many battles but I'm still in the war.
And my squash doesn't mind weeds.
(My baby is jumping into the pool and I don't have one more moment to read over this silly blog-- I have leaves in my pool, weeds in my garden and typos in my blog. And, I'm ok with that!)