It’s the end of the day. One child is in bed and the other is stalling with requests for the bathroom, her song, and just one more hug. I am emotionally exhausted. This last push before spring break has taken its toll on me. My house looks like a tornado went through it. G-man has discovered the joys of the Tupperware drawer and McK has every doll she’s ever played with on the floor.

I am sitting here with a glass of wine.

How often do I do that? Almost never.

It is spring break eve. I just need to make it until dismissal tomorrow.

I will be able to sleep a little more. Catch up on house projects. Enjoy some family time. Maybe I’ll even take the opportunity for a little self care.

But in the meantime, I need to do something…anything…to make myself feel at peace with everything that seems to be clogging up my head. Some people go for a run or read a book. Others take a bath or bake.

Me? I clean my sink.

Weird. Right? I make sure everything is tossed into the dishwasher or hand washed. Nothing remains. I use my favorite Ikea scrub brush with some Dawn dish soap [only the blue will do] to give my kitchen sinks a quick scrub down. I wash away all the debris from dinner and whatever milk stains remain. I see the sparkle and try to only focus on that. If I use a little tunnel vision, I don’t see the cluttered counters or the island with the Everest sized mound of paperwork. I’ll get to that tomorrow.

Something has been started and completed. There has been one small accomplishment today. The anxiety of the day drains down the sink with the warm soapy water. And for a few brief moments, my life is in order again.

I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge