My daughter is a mess.
She hears it from me at least twice a week.
Sometimes I don’t even have to tell her. She’ll beat me to it, saying “I’m a mess, aren’t I?” and give me a sweet grin.
The most common reason I call her a mess is because of her room. It’s, well, a mess. ALL the time. Then there’s her bathroom. Messy. Her ‘locker’ in the utility room. Messy. Her breakfast table area. Yep…. messy. In fact everywhere she goes, she leaves a trace of her in some form. A single sock. A pony tail holder. A bobby pin. A book. We call her a rabbit or mouse because she leaves droppings where ever she goes.
She’s also a mess in another sense. She rarely takes her time with anything. She’s the only one of my four children that doesn’t procrastinate. She’s the exact opposite. A school project that should take a few days to complete, is done in one evening. Sounds heavenly, but she’ll be upset a few days later when she finds out she got a ‘B’ it. If I ask her to clean her room, she’s done in 5 minutes. Of course on closer inspection, I see everything has been shoved under her bed or in her closet. She rolls her eyes when I drag it all back out, and make her clean it again. If she has things to bring to her room or carry to the car she piles it all up in her arms and tries to get it taken care of in one trip. This usually results in her dropping a few things, breaking something, or getting hurt. When this happens, I rarely have sympathy. I explain to her that if she would just take her time to do it right, she would 1.) Possibly get an ‘A’. 2.) Not have to re-clean her room. 3.) Not have to cry over a broken IPod, or hurt toe.
Lately, I am the one that’s been a mess. Okay, I’ve probably always been a mess, but didn’t realize it until I started to see the same characteristics in her.
After all, I don’t always take my time either. My first blog came about because I tried to get everything to the car in one swoop. My purple, yellow and green elbow is the result of rushing to get my lunch heated up. And my latest injury, a muscle strain in my knee/inner thigh area, is probably because I didn’t take the time to warm up before doing side lunges. (I’ve had muscle strains before and I know from experience that they are painful and debilitating for a long time. I’m very aggravated.) Then today, when I arrived home from work, I grabbed ALL my things as I usually do – 3 bags, my purse, my empty coffee mug, my laptop – and struggled to get out of my car. I started to lose my balance and fell into the edge of my car door hitting my elbow right where I’d landed on it last week. Now it’s throbbing all over again. Will someone please come right out and tell me…..
I am a mess.