My husband is redoing our whole kitchen. Yay! I am so excited to get rid of our ugly cabinets and counter tops and cracked tile floor and replace them with something pretty. It has been the one room I have never liked, and the room that is central to our home. Aesthetics are important to me.
I am jumping for joy inside!
Actually, I am not.
I am freaking out inside.
I know the chaos of the kitchen is very temporary. It’ll be done in a matter of weeks. Or months. My husband is enjoying the challenge, and he is great about cleaning up the mess as best he can at the end of each day.
He contains the chaos. That is a beautiful thing.
But there are some parts of it, he just cannot help. Like the table needing to be put into the living room. And some of the old cabinets needing to be in the middle of the kitchen floor. Oh, and the floor being gone.
There is stuff to do in the kitchen. Like cook. And eat. There are only so many times we can go out to eat in a week. Or a day.
At least my writing room is in our basement. I get to come down here and deny the mess that is upstairs, until I need to go upstairs. Which is pretty often.
Today has been the turning point, from how fun it is to discuss what color cabinets to buy to can we please just get whatever ones will get here the quickest?
But this really is not just about me and my kitchen. That’s lame.
It’s about inner and outer chaos. I’ve got both right now and I suspect it may be somewhat universal. I just cannot be that unique. I think that when our outer surroundings are too messy or too unfinished or too scattered, that is how we all feel inside as well, at least to some extent.
I am a four year old again, with the rug…ahh tile…pulled out from under me.
I am throwing my arms up at everything now.
Where is my discipline? Where is my productivity? My peace? What is happening to me?
I did not shower this morning. I never don’t shower. I sometimes shower twice a day. I shower before I exercise for crying out loud.
But not today. Why bother?
Today I rolled out of bed and pulled on blue leggings from my pajama drawer. Bright blue leggings. And I went out in them.
I skipped exercising.
I skipped working on my book even though I’d been on a roll for weeks of focusing on it daily.
And it’s all I can do to keep myself from buying donuts for dinner.
My id is out in full force.
I am floundering. I am messy. I am scattered.
Hey, what do you know, I match my kitchen!
Chaos without, chaos within.
I’m amazed I am even writing, because I’ve been otherwise unproductive today. And I’ve already got a Netflix movie picked out for tonight because why even consider being productive this evening? Today is a lost cause.
The whole week too.
I am afraid I might be downward spiraling.
If God is next to cleanliness, then kitchen chaos is the devil.
The struggle is real.
And though my reaction may sound extreme, I am talking wanting donuts and slacking off here. A little disordered thinking perhaps, but not drugs or other illegal activity. Not even extreme anxiety. But I am thinking of those poor souls who are struggling with those things.
For those people who are in total inner chaos, wrap them in a warm hug.
And for the love of all that is holy, someone please help them clean up their environment. I swear to God it will help. I swear on my kitchen sink.
Which is currently on the floor.
I swear on every marble counter top, on every farmer’s sink and every style cabinet there is. Just clean up the mess. Clear the decks. Bring order and simplicity to the places you dwell in. Then all the angels and saints will shine down upon you, brighter than the brightest kitchen appliance, and brighter than the brightest blue legging, that ever was or ever will be.