Code Black – The Home Front Version

It’s Thursday morning and while I am still in the introvert’s haze of being overstimulated by lots of human contact, I am looking around our house….and freeze.

It’s the first of my two “free days” of the week.  My three scheduled work days are over,
and the busy weekend isn’t here yet.  In addition to a work “coffee”/playdate late morning, I have a number of things to choose from, not in order of importance:20151019_100058

  1. put away decorations from a 5 year old birthday party
  2. clean the entire house
  3. work on work projects
  4. wash 2 weeks of clothes for 3 people
  5. do something fun with our daughter & son (MEA weekend – we here in MN get a short fall vacation)
  6. reorganize the office
  7. start coordinating a PTO fundraiser
  8. write in my journal
  9. clean up the yard
  10. …I’m sure there is more…

While cleaning up the kitchen I had a recorded Code Black playing in the family room…and realized I was living my very own “Code Black”:  “when there are more patients than resources.”  (Please note that this definition is only based on the CBS show’s definition.)

It’s not as if the toys magically made their way from their designated spots to crash on the family and play room floors.  The clothes didn’t dance out into the yard and roll themselves in the dirt.  And the dozen snack bowls and wrappers didn’t empty themselves.

Yet, somehow, here I am.  Not sure where to begin.  Not enough energy.  Not enough time.

We brought this all on ourselves.  Sure, we didn’t ask for our son to have a handful of unique issues, and I surely didn’t ask for my own set.  Yet we have chosen to taken on our work schedules, our spiritual commitments, and our children’s athletic schedules.   We pursue our hobbies and along with the grandparents, get more than meet our kids’ needs.

Any quick visit to blogs or Pinterest or anywhere else gives us the top 10 ways of organizing our homes, de-cluttering our lives, or managing the stress.

But what am I to cut from our lives?  How many donation bags need to leave the house to balance out the art supplies and Legos that march in the door?  Am I to stop having our daughter gain all the benefits of her beloved gymnastics?

We live in the midst of a “first world problem” that we have created ourselves.  Too much stuff.  Too many interests.  Too many activities.  We live in a world of over abundance…and seem to not know where to stop.

We are blessed to be overloaded.  Blessed to be searching for ideas of where to start first.  Blessed to pack our lives with “non-essentials.”

But I don’t know how we would function without these non-essentials.  These benefits of first world life where within the first hour of cleaning a room it is filled again by exuberant children.  Where an unexpected free hour is quickly occupied by a continuing or new project.

And perhaps that is why, in the end, I really don’t mind the mess.  I really don’t mind that we run from one thing to another.  That I really don’t mind that I never have enough time.

I never really mind because while I do get overwhelmed at times, I couldn’t part with any of it.

Lord, help us to see all our blessings and not take any for granted.  Help us embrace what we love even if it renders our homes a mess and our gas tanks regularly empty.  Help us see what we do have, and may we use it to become and embrace who you have called us to be.  Amen.

About SFriant

I live to walk with others on their journeys - because everyone needs to know that they are loved, that they matter, and that they are doing amazing things. I'm a lot like our two kids: obsessed with learning, and constantly creating.
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