Acceptance
I often say that our house looks like vagrants live in it. In today’s case, it really does. Still, we’re about to have a candlelight meal (I think) made ahead at Earthfare’s friendly kitchen to be enjoyed in our own kitchen filled with dirty dishes, unopened bills, and cat food.
But, I can’t complain. We haven’t had candlelight dinner in, oh, maybe, 27 months. (I thought I was exaggerating, but then I counted. Might be more like 37…)
Anyhow, the fact that I can’t complain is a HUGE improvement from the slobbering mess that I was 8 months ago. Actually, now that I mention my improved state, I must also mention that my lovely therapist, Shelley, told me just today that I was doing terribly well. Much improved. The ability to let the mess go is an ability that I haven’t had since, well, maybe, uh, 37 months ago. (Yeah, that probably explains the lack of candlelight.)
And, I think, that’s all I have to say.
I’m accepting the fact that I am busy, messy, and capable but currently unable to cook a five-star meal.
It’s ten minutes to nine and we haven’t sat down to our dinner yet. C’est la vie.
And, as always, CHEERS!
January 21st, 2009 at 10:58 pm
i’m not sure we’ve ever had a candlelit meal. that’s kind of sad and unromantic. i know what you mean, though, about not sitting down to dinner until 9. it seemed ludicrous before, but it happens regularly these days. monday, we just let an overtired but refusing to sleep henry crawl around on the floor, sedating him with cheerios while we finally ate our frozen kashi pizza. then i held him in my arms watching mad men until he fell asleep. i hope my phone call didn’t interrupt a lovely dinner.