The snake in my driveway

There was a snake in my driveway when I got back from the gym today. Unfortunately for him, he was tiny, and hiding around the curve. I didn’t see him until we got out of the car that had just run him over, and he was doing the death flops by then. Poor little guy, he was less than a foot long, and just a little garden snake from what I could tell. I scooped him into the bushes hoping he finds a miraculous heal in there; at least the hawks won’t swoop down and have him for lunch. And the kids could stop standing there watching him flop.

I felt a lot like that snake this week. We got back from a quick trip to visit the family Monday, and the drive back wiped me out. I feel like I barely kept my head above water all week. This morning when I woke up and took a good look at the piles of toys, unread newspapers, unread mail, laundry, dog hair, recycling needing attention, pillows waiting to be washed, stuffed animals, and empty pizza boxes from last nights dinner – well, I wanted to go back to bed.

Instead I sucked down a cup of liquid energy and went to the gym, then dug in. And two hours later, oh joy, the piles had been dismantled. All except the one of mail waiting to be filed that is now sitting on my desk, which was formerly the only clean spot in the entire house.

That’s ok. My house smells cinnamony clean, and the sparkle of clean floors is making my whole day brighter.

Now if only it would rain, so I’d have an excuse not to tackle the pool and yard today.