As the youngest of six, I grew up hearing stories often enough that it was hard to remember which ones I wasn’t even around for. One of which was when my mom was walking my brother home from school with a classmate and his mom. My brother, bounding in the door first, immediately rushed back out yelling, “We’ve been robbed!” She tried to ignore his call for alarm but there was no way to minimize the concerns of the others without proof.
To my mom’s chagrin, she ushered them into the kitchen, the scene of the crime as she left it just thirty minutes prior. Open cupboards, overflowing drawers, half-prepped ingredients, dirty dishes in the sink and pots and pans were all part of the debris.
Today was that day. Most days, I do my best to maintain order. Well, at least the parts that will be visible, right? I often try to do the same thing around people, present my best side.
Both are exhausting…the mess and the order. Which is why it’s freeing to just say, “This is today. Yes, it’s been nuts. And no, I have not been robbed.”