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The Spilled Milk

I think the number one thing I feel guilty for in raising my kid is all the times I yelled about the spilled milk. Yes there’s bound to be spills. Yes, my boy was a spastic child doing his spastic thing. And yes, as Big Bird sings on Sesame Street, everybody makes mistakes. But for the love of Pete, the apple juice and grape juice and milk that have poured down on my clean kitchen floor time and time again. And all those dried sticky puddles under the table legs. They always just aggravated me. Like being mugged just as you are entering a nice restaurant.

Depending on the day, I can be a little more or less irritated about the spillages. I have to stop everything that I’m doing to hurry and grab a thirsty towel to take care of that wet unnecessary mess that is still pouring off the table onto the floor as I am fetching the towel. I have yelled. Many times. I always regret it. That’s just bad parenting. It was an accident, right? Even when it’s the third time this week.

art in the kitchen on spilled milk on shalavee.com

What do you do? Sippy cups forever is my first thought. But I didn’t want to give him a complex like “night-time underwear” would. I think for a while we banned all beverages at the table. Why not? He drinks it and then refuses to eat his dinner because he’s full anyway. Fiona's backwash on spilled milk on shalavee.com

 

And then, after I’d written the most of this, trying to find a way to begin again, not wanting to keep doing this when my baby girl grows old enough to have an open cup, he spilled the pitcher. The entire pitcher of grape juice. I am often aghast at the complete lack of sense that a 9-year-old boy has. Why wouldn’t you just move the pitcher on the counter while you’re digging in the fridge for the (whatever it was)? And I yelled. Sigh.

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Layers

So busy these pasts couple days working to actually feel like I’m making progress. Going to do this and finding I still have to take care of that. I cleaned up the craft room so that I could start another project only to find the un-ironed clothing from months ago sitting there with cat hair on them. So many layers of leftover work.

There are boxes and piles of papers and cards and photos and art supplies here and there. Leftovers from people I was and people I thought I might be. Layers of clutter and indecision. Consideration and indecision are my masters. And I am left in the chaos in between.

layers on shalavee.com

As every purposeful task seems to hinge on a previously undone one. As I stumble on another layer, a wadded up incomplete project in a shelf corner, half of me wants to be OK with, “Oh but you had a baby”. But the other part wants to cry “BS”. There’s a pattern of sabotage here.

So I pulled out that ironing and began to iron only to find that at least four shirts had spots on them. Back downstairs they went to be treated. My hard work recently to shed a few pounds worked and I was cheered to try on clothing and begin the fall wardrobe change over. But that could and would have been easily thwarted with that feeling of being bloated and bulge. It seems I missed out on wearing lots of my clothing because I gave up on myself at a certain point. I can’t wear this and that dwindled my wardrobe down to a handful of OK pieces. I am going to say that shut down of possibilities happens in other areas as well.

Out the barn door on layers on shalavee.com

I think there’s a system of abundance and creativity that gives over to doubt and forgetfulness. I never see what I’ve accomplished. I don’t follow through completely and keep on task. I am made of layers of doubt and resentment and shame. And it’s everywhere. It’s on my body and in my closets and in my head. I’m listening harder to the reasons and excuses I come up with when I touch something or don’t touch something. And “I don’t know how to” and “ later” are two give-aways that this is the manifestation of my stuck and dealing with this particular thing is exactly what I need to be doing.

Bloggers Meet-Up

I got this idea into my head that my geographical area here on the Delmarva peninsula, with its multitude of writers, needed an opportunity to network and connect on the subject of blogging. That the people who are timid to start need support. And the people who have started need camaraderie, commentators, and technical reference resources. I had the idea to create a bloggers’ meet-up. I think it’s a really good idea. Really.

So my friend Christina created a graphic for me and helped disperse the event information. I was excited to be available to help all the people that I just knew needed a network or support or a new direction. And when the day finally came last Sunday, I took my cookies over to the Rural Life Museum here in downtown Denton to meet and greet whomever would show up.

Rural Life museum in Denton for the Blogger's Meet-up on Shalavee.com

 

Thankfully, the someones who showed up for this maiden Meet-up were near and dear to me and they came armed with a mission. And I can say that I helped them to move from a concept to some action steps for their blog that make sense of what they’ve considered. In other words, I helped them. And that made my ever-loving day. We answered their “Why” for blogging and that freed them to move onto the how.

Rural Life museum in Denton for the Blogger's Meet-up on Shalavee.com

If you live here on the Delmarva peninsula, are considering starting, or have a blog and need support, and you missed the bloggers meet-up event this weekend, I am planning to have an encore meet-up in maybe February of 2015 when we all have really nothing better to do but get out and on with our lives. Looking forward to that and please, if there are questions or discussions that need to happen earlier, please don’t hesitate to ask and talk to me here or at any other communication platform you and I share. There are links on the sidebar and in the paragraph below.

Sincerely,

Shalagh

 

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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