Resolutions 4 & 5, plus water
(These resolutions are getting a bit tedious, no? Let’s just zip right through these, in no way diminishing their importance): #4 Read scripture daily. I was just assigned to teach the 17-year-old Sunday School class, and I’m loving it. The Old Testament is an incredible book of scriptures.
#5: Don’t go to sleep with a messy house.
And there it is! My road to perfection for 2010.
As a sidenote, I’ve been thinking lately about living in a Yurt. In Alaska. I was inspired by this article about a highly educated couple who lives in a 600-square-foot yurt that has broadband, but no indoor plumbing. I studied the article like a triptik. “We could do this!” I told Seth. He was a little more hesitant. (Such a skeptic!)
“You could really live without indoor plumbing?” he kept asking. “They rely on their dogs to lick the plates clean. They haul water from a well. It’s zero degrees inside.”
“Yes, we could do this,” I insisted. ” The boys would love it.”
Well, this weekend Austin experienced a little dance below freezing, our pipes cracked, and we were without water for 48 hours. It was not yurt-like conditions, but it was an adventure. And let me say, we did just fine. The kids, who have a difficult time remembering to flush the toilet and wash their hands in regular conditions, didn’t seem to notice! We got by with several gallon jugs of water stashed in various locations, a lot of hand sanitizer, baby wipes, and Lysol. I still managed to cook (Eggo waffles–a first for the kids), and I only had to make one jaunt over to my brother’s house to wash a laundry basket full of dishes and take a shower.
“I’m ready for my yurt!” I told Seth.”Look how good we are at this.”
Then Preston threw up all over my bed. After stripping him and the bed, I hauled that ball of laundry to the laundry room and remembered: we have no water. I had forgotten about dirty clothes, the sheer amount of work it takes to keep this family clean-clothed and clean-bedded on a weekly basis. And that’s with a washer and dryer. Mount Laundry and I go way back. (And way up, for that matter, if you were to measure the mound of clothes that lives on my bed.) Its the household task that slays me weekly.
So when the pipes were fixed today, the first thing I did was run into the laundry room and stuff that vomity mess into the wash. Then we flushed all the toilets in the house and poured ourselves a celebratory glass of water. Then I announced to Seth: “Okay, we could totally still do the yurt thing, but only if there’s a laundromat next door.”
Water. I love you. I will never take you for granted again.