Clean Up On Aisle 1

I hate spills. Sure, depending on where the spill landed, you can wipe it up really quick and pretend it never happened, but sometimes, spills turn into stains....and deep stains are a pain to get out.

My biggest fear used to be spills. Dealing with a child who has anxiety and a spouse who battles a mental illness, I became on edge about spills all the time. Was the teacher going to call me today about my child having an anxiety attack? Was my husband going to make it through the day without being triggered? Are swim lessons going to turn into a huge episode (it did by the way lol)? Look, the list goes on! I was always waiting for the curtain to drop...always ready for a, "Clean-up on Aisle 1!" of my life.

I found out really quick that sometimes there is not enough paper towels and bleach in the world to keep your life from spilling into the yellow taped areas marked, Do Not Enter! Mental health doesn't come with a courtesy knock at times, and that's the hard truth.

Now I embrace the fact that spills are unpredictable, and I know that God will send you genuine people with their mops and buckets whenever that cup runneth over. Instead of thinking that my stains would mess up the perfectly bleached lives around me, I know now that we all have spills, some just larger than others.

There is peace when you spill the real tea and accept the stains that come with it.