The Calm After The Storm

The Christmas rush has come and gone.
I usually feel empty this time of year, all the hype and excitement leading up to Christmas gets me all high and after the fact I always feel left a little wanting.
Not this year though. This year we spent nearly three straight days celebrating with family. It felt full and wonderful and a times a little wild.
I am happy to bask in the quietness that is the day after.
Ironically enough I feel quiet and calm even though I have been given big news on Lucky.
My carpenters have given me a move in date!
End of January.
I am beyond words in the excitement area. I fall asleep at night planning furniture placement and color schemes.
Do you ever do that? Please say you do.
We are in the final weeks of the renovation and I feel as though a calm is descending. Quite the opposite I am sure, from what I am suppose to be feeling. But somehow, it feels as though I survived the toughest part. The major construction is done, the Christmas awe and rush is done, and with the new year it will be a natural transition into a new phase of our life.
Can I be honest with you?
I catch myself daydreaming about what life in the new house will be like. Somehow I convince myself that the kids will no longer fight, that dirty laundry won't pile up and that the dishes will always be magically cleaned and put away.
I'm not sure why I do this. I realize the girls will still steal toys and pull one another's hair. The laundry will only increase as I have to haul loads up and down a flight of stairs. The dishes, let's face it, are never ending no matter where you call home.
But for now, in this sweet little moment, I am going to allow myself to slip into the world of blissful denial. Happy little daydreams of a life, where, amidst the piles of laundry will be peeks of the river hills outside the window, and underneath the stacks of dirty dishes will be butcher block counters tops and under the bare feet that run to me screaming, will be hard wood floors that have supported little feet for ninety years.
Yes I am dreaming. But for today let me just pretend ok?
Have a beautiful new year and take time to just daydream.

 

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