This morning, I was looking at this:
Disastrous. For the room. For the safety of all who enter. For my health, both mental & emotional. I felt like Levi. “Come to your room with me,” I implored my offspring. “We’re going to clean your room.” They followed. Half-reluctantly. The good 1/2: I was coming with them. The bad 1/2: I was coming with them. The words ‘clean’, ‘put’, and ‘away’ all happened in the same breath. A breath I let out and was afraid to draw back in. Levi sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. “I can’t do it, Mommy,” he said with a pained look on his face. “I can’t do it. It’s too big!”
A measure of structure slowly began to emerge from the chaos.
The carpet re-appeared. It had been missing so long, the statute of limitations had run out.
Between my fierce determination, also known as ultra-focused fixation, bordering on mental collapse, and 4 empty Rubbermaid items, I was capable of creating this: