Me vs. the Socks

Sometimes when we’re running late and Aaron is waiting in the car with Clara-Muffin, I am inside supposedly to get the diaper bag but am instead indulging my addiction: cramming as many unnecessary tasks that I can into the three minutes allowed before Aaron gets out of the car to see what the hold up is. So, even though we’re five minutes late, I still feel it absolutely imperative to change the laundry, put Aaron’s old-man slippers by the door, put the clean dishes away, place the triangle puzzle piece in the triangle puzzle spot, open the curtains in the bedroom, align the chairs at the table, and check my email one more time. I can’t adequately confess how naughty this post-haste bustle around the cabin feels, like I’m sneaking out the window of a house made of time.

While I’m at it, I’ll just make it known that any article of clothing not in its proper place enjoys an average of 3 minutes of relaxed sprawl on the couch before it will be confiscated and hung. And, so, it was with great chagrin that I assigned Suzanne Britt’s Neat People vs. Sloppy People to my class and we discussed the superior morality of sloppiness.

It is true that I will walk into a colleague’s office or a husband’s vehicle and think, wow, how can you just leave that there? I’ve always admired messy people. I like that I’ve got cleaning the cabin down to a single morning nap, but I hate that I get the shakes if the newspaper isn’t in the recycle bin by the time the breakfast dishes are cleaned.

Add to that my recent fear that our brains resemble our desks. I’ve heard that some people go on walks or karate chop fake humans in order to clear their minds. My mind, however, always feels a little too Windexed. A little too tidy and shiny and clean, and I find myself inputting ideas just to output them–reading something just to have something to write about. Ideas, like Aaron’s t-shirts, have a three-minute shelf life until they’re gathered, folded, and put in their proper place.

I’m not sure where to go from here, but a good start might be leaving the newspaper on the table for a whole day and repeating to myself that socks are not little monsters who will spawn rabid sock-children if left unattended at the foot of our bed.

For now, here are some pictures of Clara because she reminds me that change is inevitable and every day is different.

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6 responses to “Me vs. the Socks

  1. Aaron

    You make us late for nursery duty at CHURCH so that you can open the curtains and complete Clara’s puzzles?! You are in serious trouble. I’m drawing the line. No longer will I wait patiently in the car; from here on I will honk loudly and yell out the window “Sherry just leave your curlers in, I’ve got your bowling shoes and ball already in the car. Git out here so we can git r dun!”

  2. Sherry

    Hahahaha. Actually, curlers could be fun. So could bowling.
    But, yes, next time I’ll leave the book jackets off Clara’s book collection, but that’s all I’m promising.

  3. mpieh

    I love it. Getting a peek inside your marital banter is kinda fun. 🙂
    Sherry, I have to admit that I, too, do 3-5 minute blitzes around the house….not usually when everyone is waiting for me in the car, but while Bekah is waiting for me to get her out of her crib when she wakes up from her naps. It’s like as soon as I hear her start calling/crying for me, a start-time button goes off in my head and I think, “Okay, what can I quickly straighten up, put away, e-mail, clean up, etc. in these 3-5 minutes that I let her cry before getting her.” Sometimes I think I get more done in those few minutes than I did during her whole naptime! And I NEVER did that with the other 3 kids. Letting them cry was always so hard…but by #4 I guess I realized that, with everything that I need to do, I was going to go nuts if I didn’t let the baby cry SOMETIMES. I wish I would have done it sooner. 🙂

  4. Grandma Leverett

    I know where my daughter picked-up this trait – from her mom. Your dad says he can always tell when we are getting ready to leave the house……. I start my 3-4 minute drill to clean the dishes, pick-up the house and walk the dog.

    • Aunt Samantha

      At first I didn’t think that I inherted this trait from my mother but as I looked at the clock and realized Tim would be home soon, I thought to myself, I need to fold the blanket on the couch, pretend like Im washing the dishes and turn off the tv (he thinks I watch tv all day instead of working).
      I think its a woman thing and not so much a leverett thing. Who knows?

  5. Sherry

    Thanks for commiserating, Mandy. It’s good to know Clara’s not the only baby east of the Fred Meyer who is waiting in her crib for Mom to finish an email.
    Mom, I remember this now about you! I love it when I can blame genetics.
    And, Sam, blanket-folding is big around here, too, as is minimizing computer windows as soon as Aaron returns from walking the dogs.

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