domestic bliss and the lost art of simplicity

im feeling a little philosophical and thats usually trouble. i have entirely too many stupid opinions and theories ranging the gamut from autism to diaper rashes to something starting with z. but i have a few thoughts i need to get out of my head so bear with me here.

if you have read any of my previous posts you know that i suck at keeping up with laundry. i have a toddler who is always a hot mess, and a husband who gets really dirty at work. combine that with a case of severe laziness on my end and the laundry room being out of sight, out of mind in the basement and you can start to see how the dirty clothes start tsunamiing out of control. that brings me to this: socks. how many of you mend your socks? my husband has the case of the sharp foot (my only assumption as to why he blows through so many socks) and either hes out of socks or the ones hes wearing have holes in them. i feel like im always throwing them away and buying new ones because i dont have time to fix them.

last night we had a snowstorm and it really started snowing its ass off around 7pm. k doesnt go to bed til 8, so she was up in the windowsill watching it snow. i turned off the lights so she could see them better, then turned off the tv. it was so beautiful. i starting thinking about hmm, what if we only had candles lit and no electricity for street lights, no tv, no radio... it would just be an incredibly magical experience to watch the snow come down for hours and hours not knowing how much we would get or how long it would last.

what else would we do if we didnt have all our modern distractions? i would have a much cleaner house, thats for sure. and i would probably do more sewing, having a sewing basket by the couch so i could finish the onsie blanket i started for k and mend things- like socks.

it really got me thinking- no wonder trying to do it all these days is so hard- there are distractions pulling my attention away constantly. i cant even imagine how it would be if i had to work outside the home, it makes me feel woozy just thinking about it. i get mesmerized by the tv and forget that im playing blocks with k. then i wonder, why the hell do i have the tv on when we are playing blocks in the first place? our tv and/or computer is always on, always lit up and always trying to steal my attention away from important things- precious one on one time with k, family time together when chris is home, keeping my house clean and tidy and keeping me away from using my imagination by being cuddled up and lost in a book.

why has our society evolved to a point in which we are so warped into thinking this is all progress? i often wonder why it seems that the least attention is given to the people and things that matter most (i.e. the very young-especially!) and the most is given to stupidity on all levels. it makes me so ashamed that im part of it to, im merrily skipping along not really aware of how important it is to be awake in the moment.

so go and marinate on that for a bit. its interesting that the older i get, the more i am realizing that i dont have to be like what i see around me. but its hard. really, really hard to swim against it. somewhere i need to find a happy medium so i can watch tmz and mend socks at the same time. or maybe just take a night off from it all together and enjoy the quiet.