Finding the Beauty
Sometimes life is a hot mess!
I wasn’t sure I was going to be able do a blog this week. It’s been one of those weeks. You know the one where you have your “to do” list all color coded and neatly written out on Monday and by Friday you are running around like a chicken with your head cut off either looking for said “to do” list or using it as a Kleenex because you haven’t made it to the grocery store. (On a side note, I’m not sure if that phrase about chickens is PC or not these days. Please accept my deepest apologies if I offended any chickens, friends of chickens or poultry loving people).
My husband will say I bring it on myself because I’m always trying to do too much. Easy for him to say. Men consider multi-tasking to be changing the TV channel while eating a cookie. Raise your glass if you know I’m right! In all honesty (cause I’m nothing if not honest) some of the stress of the week was because I started a diet on Monday and I was starving most of the time. It could also be that we decided to adopt another puppy.
Yep, you read that right we adopted another puppy. And before you say it…yes I am crazy! As if there wasn’t enough on my plate I had to throw an adorable, sassy 7 week old puppy into the mix…go big or go home right? We had been looking for another rescue since we lost one of our dogs in December because we wanted our 6 month old puppy to have a playmate. We filled out multiple applications answering every question under the sun including my health status and the stability of my marriage (to which I answered we survived quarantine together so I’m sure we can handle a puppy—-shocker we didn’t get approved). At times I had to double check the application to make sure it was for a puppy and not a child!
After a challenging week of running everywhere, putting out fires with work, and dealing with being the CEO of the household Friday rolls around and I get an alert from rescue site with a photo of 4 adorable pups. I send the photo to my husband (who hasn’t been a fan of any of my picks) and he immediately texts back the name of the one he likes. I was so shocked he responded so quickly that I knew we had to try to get her. I filled out the application (which asked reasonable questions) and waited. By early afternoon we found out we were approved to adopt her but had to get her that day or someone else could take her. Did I mention that she was 2 hours away from where we were at the time and it was a Friday…of a holiday weekend…in Los Angeles (get the picture). This is where the crazy kicks in again and I thought “sure we can do it”.
Five hours later (thank you LA traffic) we had our pup and our lives were turned upside down. I don’t think I’ve sat down or slept more than an hour at a time in 3 days. This “Type A” control freak who likes everything put in its place is currently residing in a house that looks like a tornado blew through it. I keep hoping that I will open the door and see some Munchkins outside offering to help. (On a side note, I think we are supposed to call them Little People now so my apologies if I offended any residents of OZ or Witches with PTSD from falling houses).
Fast forward to 9pm Sunday evening and I am finally sitting down with a glass of wine to assess the damage of the weekend. By that time I had decided to succumb to the chaos. So HGTV won’t want to showcase my living room and I will forever be stepping over dog toys, but hey maybe I will get in more steps that way which will help me drop some of my quarantine weight. I realized (after glass number 2) that there is Beauty in Chaos. The world is crazy and our lives are hectic, but you can find solace in little moments. And, after a couple glasses of Cabernet, life can be downright beautiful.
Until Next Time…Salute
*The opinions expressed in this blog do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the wine maker or the Schloemer household