Toys all over the floor? Eek! Play-doh colors mixed together? Oh my! A sink full of dishes left untouched all day? Good heavens! I’ll admit it. I’ve been known to be a bit uptight and anal-retentive when it comes to cleanliness and order in my house. I like clean. I don’t like clutter. I like walking through my living room and not tripping on toys or hearing the sounds of Kix crunching under my feet. The sight of cat litter and little fur tumbleweeds on our hard word floors drives me bananas!
I am happy to say that I am making progress. I am loosening up and releasing control…in leaps and bounds I might add. As I sit here and type this, there is a huge pile of toys not put away about three feet away from me and my heart is not racing as I look at it. It’s as if someone gave me a magic pill for my OCD and the anxiety of it all just rolls off my back now. You might be thinking, “Uh…okay, what’s up with this girl? My house is a total wreak because I have kids too!” I commend you and I give credit to you. For me though, that’s huge progress. I have been known to go go go all day long and not sit down to relax because I wanted everything in it’s place before I can sit down and enjoy myself. No more!
The reality is, kids are messy and if I spend all day trying to pick up after them then all I’m doing all day is trying to pick up after them…whatever! Let them trash the place (in a moderately orderly fashion as I have been teaching them to kind of clean up as they go along…ha ha). I’ve come to realize that time is valuable and I’d rather spend more time playing, snuggling, napping, and having fun then crawling around on my hands and knees looking for toys under my sofa.
The gold star for progress with my whole challenge of “releasing control” happened playing play-doh with my son and husband. We. Mixed. Colors. Yahoo!! I have always had a thing about keeping the play-doh “NEW” so it was always soft and the colors were always vibrant. Each time we played with them I only gave out one color at a time and didn’t mixed the tools from the different kits and …. Oh yeah…it was bad. But this here momma got a big ‘ole plastic tub, scrapped the boxes, and put all the play-doh stuff in one bin for all to play with. And now when we play with the “pagetti maker” (as my little boy calls it), we mix up the yellows and greens and purples and make rainbow play doh and just have a gay ole’ time. Ahhhh… Namaste. Play-doh is my meditation. And now that I can mix my colors in doh, I feel like I can release stress and shake up so many other things in my life right now.
It’s the little things.

