Thursday, July 31st.
4. 28 p.m.
I stood in the middle of my family room and surveyed the damage, and honest to goodness my thought was “what excuse can I possibly offer for this?”
My husband was due home shortly after 5 pm and three little persons nicknamed Hurricane, Tornado, and Tsunami had blown through my house leaving their mark e.ver.y.where.
But the biggest wreck? That was me. Unwashed hair up in a messy bun. No makeup. Still in my workout clothes. I not only looked like a wreck, I felt gross.
My mental state was somewhere between “Hang the paleo diet, it’s mac and cheese for dinner” and “call the pizza man” when the Type-A never-lay-down-and-die in me somehow kicked into high gear.
In the space of two seconds my will engaged, and I decided there was still time: I was going to salvage today for the Hubs and for the rest of us.
This is exactly what I did between 4:31 and 4:46 pm:
- Sip half a cup of iced coffee
- Dress the 2/3 of the children who were not properly attired
- Light a candle on the fireplace mantle (scented – his favorite)
- 5 minute pick up of the first floor
- 2 minute pick up of the master bedroom
- Change into cute clothes
- Fix my hair (as in, a slightly neater messy bun)
- Quickie make up application (mascara, lip gloss, bronzer)
- Throw a bottle of Two Buck Chuck in the fridge to chill
- Set the table (two wine glasses included)
- Crank up my Pandora classical music channel
15 minutes. That’s all it took to transform a wreck into a pretty descent housewarming for our favorite guy.
I still had nothing started for dinner, the floor was not swept, and a load of laundry was still sitting cold and wrinkled in the dryer, but thanks to mascara, cheap wine, a scented candle, and Pandora, all of that other stuff didn’t matter for the night.
We had a peaceful, happy dinner and a fun evening. The “fake clean” atmosphere relaxed the entire family. It was almost shocking what a difference those 15 minutes made.
I’m blogging this so the next time I’m tempted to throw in the towel and call the day defeated, I’ll remember.
15 minutes is sometimes all it takes to save the day.