What do you do when you have time? I have snatches of time during the day, but on Fridays Olly is at nursery from 9-3. I relish it. All that time. It is the start of the weekend for me, and I feel myself relaxing as the day goes on. I come home from dropping him off, put the kettle on and have an uninterrupted cup of tea. Bliss. The house is quiet apart from the constant sound of the washing machine. I sit and breathe and stare at the wall. I often day dream, letting my mind wander at will where it wants to go.
Today I have decided to have a pottering day. I have flown around the house in record time. My wellies are by the front door ready for a walk to Steeple Woods, I will be baking something lemony (I need to use up some sorry looking lemons), making a cottage pie and generally enjoying some time to myself. Last week I cleared and tidied my wardrobe. That may sound dull, but if you could have seen it, you would understand the satisfaction I got from finally having a block of time in which to tackle it.
Most of the time I top and tail. It is a constant pick up and put away battle in this house. My boys are messy urchins. Things never find their way to a bin. This week for example I found what I think was the remains of a pear shoved down the side of my son's bed. It's being analysed as we speak. I retrieved it by my fingertips and held it away from me (sound familiar) making that noise that doesn't have a name. Something like 'eeeueww.'
|"Can you fold up your school uniform for tomorrow, Alf?"|
Clothes and towels are dmuped in the middle of their bedroom floors. Plates and glasses disappear from the kitchen and accumulate on their desks. There is usually a trail of cereal from the larder to the breakfast bar. And don't get me started on milk splashes and haphazard wiping of surfaces with a dry tea towel!! Downstairs the dining table is now Olly's craft space. We rarely eat there anymore, although I did rebel and pack it all away on Wednesday. I just needed a glitter free day.
Of course all of this chaos that I perceive around me only brings me down. No-one else is bothered. We do not live in a stainless steel spittoon, and I contribute to the clutter with my never ending collections of stuff - shells, pine cones, leaves, pots, cake stands, magazines, brochures from high end retail.......
This week I have organised Olly's pictures and junk modelling. We now have places to hang his offerings around the house. They make for a colourful (and tidy) addition to the home. We have also started to hang some of the things we have made together from my Autumnal gatherings of dried Cow Parsley, seed heads and Thistles. A neat trick that makes them appear useful and functional to the other members of the family. The junk modelling has been photographed and archived. Only a few will survive next weeks cull.
At least when it all gets too much, I can grab my camera and my dog, and head outside into the great yonder of West Cornwall. Nature has it's own order and it gives me joy and peace. To be outside and survey it's beauty and wonder, is a natural antidote to the man made chaos of my home.
I draw the line at rotting fruit though.
Have a great weekend!