Some Weeks Won’t Quit…
I used to think the messiest part of my life would be raising kids. Turns out, it’s adulthood at large.
We just closed The Full Monty on Sunday - a show that took everything out of us and somehow gave even more back. The adrenaline, late nights, laughter, and the community of it all was worth every second. But now? My family and I are staring at something we haven’t seen in months: free time between 6–10pm. My teen is also devastated that all of his alone time will be filled with his sisters and their friends running around again.
You’d think we’d rest. Nope. Instead, this week came for us swinging.
My husband woke up to a dead car battery. Easy fix, we told ourselves. Until my own car decided to outdo him by dying on the way home from the show Saturday night. Power steering gone, headlights turned off while driving, every dashboard light screaming for attention. I limped the car home and learned the hard way that my alternator had died. Did you know that when they do, they take half your electronics with them? Hopefully I’ll get her back in a few days and that repair cost will stay at the lower end of what they quoted me yesterday…
Meanwhile, the laundry room that’s been leaking “just a little” for months decided it was done pretending.
A few peeled tiles later, and I found water floating under the floor, mold on the drywall, and a leak that looks like it’s coming from where the water pipe comes in through the foundation. I grabbed a saws-all and went full HGTV demolition mode - thanks dad for the encouragement to make a mess... LOL! While demo is the fun part - 10/10 do not recommend.
So here we are - down a car, down a washing machine, and up one giant 400 pound cement laundry sink that’s going to need a sledgehammer and a strong will to move. If we can get it done this week, we hope to dump it for free this weekend. In case you didn’t know, Summit Township has their Clean Up Day Saturday, October 18th from 7-11am.
It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
The mess is proof that we’re still here - still showing up, still living life, still doing the thing. And, if I’m honest, it’s also a reminder to pause. To look around and notice what your own version of “the mess” might be trying to tell you.
Where are the cracks showing up in your world - the places leaking slowly that you’ve been meaning to patch?
What’s begging to be torn out, rebuilt, or maybe just finally let go?
What if, instead of trying to control every detail, we just… let the mess breathe for a bit?
Sometimes the most honest parts of life aren’t the polished ones - they’re the in-progress corners that prove we’re still growing.
