We have been in Florida for almost a month. I still have about 20 boxes to unpack. And Captain Fun rolled in last night with the second load of stuff. (Another story, but here's the link: http://www.margiesims.com/blog/2011/07/27/All-This-Stuff.aspx )
I arrived a month ago with snow boards, snow pants, gloves, hats and mittens--all absolutely necessary in south Florida. And I have all of Matthew's clothes. Those will come in pretty handy since he is away at West Point for the next four years.
Meanwhile, beach chairs and toys from our lazy summer days at the lake in NY stayed back with the second load. Ditto soccer cleats and shin guards (Mary and Emma's tryouts at the new school started two days ago). I bought new soccer gear and one beach chair since my ever growing belly hinders me from plopping down on the sand. Expensive, but what else could I do?
I wish I could say I don't really understand how I arrived in Florida with all the snow gear but no beach chairs. Maybe it is just pregnancy brain, I reason, or that I have too much stuff to sort through because I have so many kids. Or because today is Wednesday. Any excuse will do, but I know the real reason is because it is just me.
"It would drive me crazy to be you," I have been told more than once.
The truth is, it can drive me crazy to be me at times. Being disorganized regularly requires extra time and money. And though I am constantly looking for ways to improve, I gave up a long time ago on having it all together.
But I've learned over the years not to get too uptight about my constant state of disarray. It's not the end of the world if Cory has to brown bag it because the lunch boxes didn't make it onto the first truck. (I replaced the girls' lunch boxes but somehow forgot about his). And it's okay if I had to pick up a few necessities because I left many essentials in NY. I cooked our first few meals here without a spatula, for instance.
I have known people who have a hard time accepting anything less than perfection. But I find a lot of freedom in embracing life at a less than perfect pace. I accept it, laugh at myself, and keep living.
Life goes on. And as long as I can always find my sanity, that's close enough to perfect for me.