There’s an ebb and flow to this small business thing. And when it flows, it pours.
Or am I mixing a metaphor?
Right now we’re in one of those crazy-busy, no time for showering sort of times. Our house magically converts into a dorm room. Dishes and laundry are piled, there’s no dearth of Red Bull and take-out, and all nighters are more common than not.
So, our house is gross. I’m sort of gross.
I’m not sure if this is how things will always be now. I don’t know if there will always be seasons of insanity, or if things are like this off and on right now because we’re still finding our footing.
I do know I’m still not good at it. The busy streaks sneak up on me, and I find myself fumbling, losing my grip on things like housework and hygiene and blogging. But I am getting a smidge better at carving time out for us to enjoy one another, even amidst the chaos. We force ourselves to see things like pumpkin-picking orchard Saturdays as all-caps MANDATORY, and I’m getting better at shrugging off the guilty feeling that I’m enjoying myself while emails are neglected.
I guess there will be days when emails will, by necessity, trump orchard trips.
I just hope I get better at knowing when those times are.
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