I don't actually always mind messes--the ones I can see a way out of easily don't stress me out too much. It's when everything starts piling up, and I feel like the tally marks are in favor of the piles and clutter and laundry and dishes, that I start getting tight in the chest. The summer has been flying by. I've been longing for a day of no obligations: the blissful indulgence of being able to do anything or nothing at all. The kids and I had been trying all week to work on a project we had seen on a fun website the little boys like to watch: www.chalkpreschool. It had been put off over multiple days. Finally, how appropriately, our free day landed on Sunday. So after a late and yummy breakfast we set to our task of creating some reusable napkins. Some acrylic paint watered down in a spray bottle coupled with lots of edged off squares of cotton and voila--happy kids, happy mama. We made a mess and enjoyed the sun, the summer day. I did feel carefree, like summer days felt when I was a kid. I keep remembering Ginny Sheller's (www.gsheller.com) words, "nothing bad will happen if I can't clean up this mess today." In fact, something so wonderful might have been completely missed if we hadn't allowed for the mess and the time to wallow in it.