It’s inevitable. The messes. The laundry piles. The law of physics which says that even when things are left perfectly alone, they will eventually deteriorate. Order must always decrease. It should be called the law of home-making. This is a typical laundry day in our house:
That doesn’t include sheets that have been accidentally wet during the night. Thankfully those sheets and blankets were already on the laundry room floor when I heard Elijah frantically yelling, “Mom! Mom! The sink is doing it again!” The sheets were quick to soak up some of the gallons of water rushing out of our small sink in the bathroom, but the flood was pretty extreme. The plug will sometimes fall into ‘closed’ position and is very difficult to pull back up again. Unfortunately, the water was left running at the same time. So… an extra little mopping was done here today. Ah, entropy.
Speaking of things being left alone… yesterday we had somewhat of a scare. Again, I heard a rather desperate call for me from upstairs. Betty was in the bathroom with the door closed (she can do that too) and she had reached the lock with her little hands and locked the door. The lock is only able to be opened from the outside of the door with a skeleton key, as the doorknobs are those old-fashioned giant diamonds. I immediately freaked out and called Matthew. I needed the skeleton key, which both of us saw recently but couldn’t remember where, or a locksmith. With visions of disaster speeding through my head, I prayed and then did the only reasonable thing I could think of doing quickly: climb onto the roof. So, out the boys’ bedroom window I crawled, walking carefully to the adjacent bathroom window, the hot slanted rooftop toasty under my sandals. I pried open the screen of the bathroom window and gave Betty a startle when I called her name. She was sitting in front of the door, playing with the other kids’ fingers under the door, looking unfazed by the whole ordeal. I unlocked the door and everyone cheered. Jack said, “Mom, that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do!” I really, really hope that I never have to climb out on the roof again. The kids all had a crash course on why putting Betty in the bathroom is NOT a good idea, and we are on the lookout for our skeleton key in case anything like that happens again. Thankfully it was such a warm day, so the windows were all open!
My fourth load of wash is on the clothesline, school happened, and we have laughed entropy in the face by all of our vacuuming and putting away. I’m desperately hoping to do better than cereal for supper tonight. Cooking is one thing that does not fall into any law of physics. This is called the second law of home-making: supper, if left completely alone, will not just happen.