The other day I stumbled across this quote by Frida Kahlo. "I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learn to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling."
Yesterday, our humble home hosted 2 playdates... one scheduled, the other not. First a boy from Ashleigh's preschool came over while his mom had her hair done and the other playdate was unscripted as the children next door dropped over... At times a bit overwhelming but they are all good little souls. Good suburban times.
Anyway... as I'm doing my laundry this morning my mind wandered to our craptastic studio in Long Beach and the horribleness of it all. I can remember when I moved in with Dave and going to visit his sister and thinking how the bonus room in her house was the size of this studio. Yup, it's true. The parking was terrible, the alley behind the place was sketchy on its best days and the bathroom... ugh, the bathroom. Thank goodness the ceiling fell in over the shower one day which forced me to find us another place in good ole Surf City.
So anyway... I remember during those days thinking that when Dave and I were married and had children that one of us would stay home with them. And how that was super important to us. We would raise our children and that was the only option.
Yes, I know that in this house (aka charming mid century rancher) we are already feeling its demure size, we don't have brand new shiny cars (fact, my truck has over 150,000 miles on it!), the formica countertop in our kitchen is falling apart and... >insert one of a hundred complaints about life here<... And yet... here I am with our 2 small children... at home... on a Thursday afternoon cleaning up the debris of two playdates and typing not at a desk in an office. I'm at home.
(Taken outside in our backyard in the middle of the afternoon)
Not really sure where I'm going with this but now I know that we had to live in that wretchedly heinous studio to get perspective and work really hard and be on our own and continue to hold tight to our dreams and remind ourselves of what is truly important in this world and keep the faith... and keep the faith.
(From my perspective on the blanket enjoying the tea she has just made for me)