We’ve been busy lately packing for our move next month. With three kids and moving right after Ramadan, I need to get things going as early as possible. This past weekend, we packed away all the dishes. We only kept the bare minimum that we need for our family of five. This should force us to keep up with cleaning before the stacks of dirty dishes take over. We have so few dishes now that we can’t fill a single dishwasher load!
Which reminds me… I have a surprise to reveal about our house. It has (gasp!) no dishwasher. I haven’t told many people about this because I know I’ll get a ton of criticism and people saying that it will be too hard for us. It won’t be, inshaAllah. Our plan is that we’ll only keep this many dishes out (everything we’ve packed will go straight into storage), and we’ll be forced to get into the habit of hand washing. We can always pull out more dishes from storage when we have company.
I’m back! And we’re moving! Please check my about page; I’ve updated it to reflect our growing family.
Back to moving: if you know us in person, you know that this isn’t news. As renters in the GTA, it feels like we’re constantly moving from one home to the next. Unfortunately, the stability of a “forever home” is one thing we crave but are not likely to achieve any time soon, if ever.
But this move is a bit different. In the last year or so, I’ve been a lot more mindful and introspective about who I am and what I want in life. Stress has been an issue in our family for quite a while and we all need to do some unwinding, kids included.
(For those of you following the Cloth Diaper Guide, don’t worry, part three will be done on Monday. The next part of the guide is a big one!)
Once upon a time, there lived a gardener, who had a beautiful garden. Every day, she worked diligently, giving each plant what it needed to grow.
One day, she bought some new seeds to grow. They were a brand new flower, which she had never grown before, and she thought they would look lovely in her garden. She carefully planted them in a corner bed and sprinkled water over them. She had a daily routine, in which she would first aerate the soil, then water the plants, then do the weeding, and so on, until the work in the garden was done for the day — but the new seed addition threw off her schedule slightly. No problem, she thought, she could handle it. As the new seeds were small, they needed to be watered more often, and needed a bit more attention than the other established plants.
When was the last time you just sat and looked out the window? Or just lay on the grass, staring at the sky? For most of us, it was probably a long time ago — longer than we like to admit, maybe. With the constant demands of work, families, and life in general, there’s barely time to sit down and eat anymore. Or is there? Just how much of this “busyness” is forced on us and how much is choice?