The other day I came home to find my husband (my stay-at-home and take care of all things related to the household husband who is also homeschooling our three kids…a post for another day) washing all of the plastic containers that had been shoved into the bottom kitchen cabinet for the past several (thousand?) years. The house was moving around him, as he stood at the kitchen sink, taking one brightly colored piece of plastic out of the sudsy water after another. On either side of the sink, piles of plastic rose up slowly as we relayed the details of our day to one another. When he was done, the piles stayed to dry, and we retreated to our life.
On Sunday morning, I returned to the scene, accepting that it was finally time to attempt to take all of the pieces and try to match them up. Of course, the tops and the bottoms didn’t pair up simply; in fact, the tops vastly outnumbered the bottoms…begging the question about the location of the missing containers.
There are so many questions I have about the fate of the missing pieces…but tonight, writing this, I am thinking about the idea of partnership. Obviously, the metaphors abound, but I think that tomorrow I will return to an earlier draft that pushes me out of my comfort. Tonight, I will have to be satisfied with a clean cabinet and a bit of order.