I didn’t plant mums this year and for a minute I felt sort of guilty about that. Driving through my neighborhood: red mums, orange mums, white mums, pretty purple mums… my house? Mum-less. Hmmm, I wonder what happened there? I always plant mums, but this year I suppose, it was just not my time.
I made hotdogs for dinner one night last week. I NEVER make hotdogs for dinner, but damn it felt good to make hotdogs for dinner. Wow that was easy. No one complained. I had no mess to clean up. And for a minute I felt bad about not making something healthier or more gourmet. Something with kale or butternut squash or whatever superfood is trending at this moment in time. Nope. Hotdogs and sliced apples. It was just not my time for anything more.
The other day my own son yelled at me for not doing the laundry. What kid yells at their mom about the laundry? I used to be more regimented: start the wash in the morning, switch it over after breakfast, fold it during nap time. But now, nap time hardly exists and the laundry situation is SO overwhelming that sometimes I just let it go…. My son couldn’t wear his favorite sweatshirt for the 4th day in a row and for a minute I felt bad about that, but he will survive. It’s just not my time to have neat little piles of laundry on top of dressers at 2:32pm daily. Like clockwork. I can’t commit to that. It’s just not my time.
A month ago I bought a package to barre class. I’ve gone twice so far. You see where this is going. It’s just not my time for regularly scheduled workout right now.
I snap at my third son. A lot. He has been so whiney and needy. Whiney and needy and needy and whiney…. and wait a minute. It IS my time for this. Whether you have one kid or 6 kids, I truly believe that when kids act out, they are trying to tell us something. This little boy was my baby for three whole years. And he loves his new brother (most of the time), but I have to remember how much his world has changed in the past 5 months. Maybe it’s my time to put my big girl boots on and head outside for more quality one-on-one time. Because when it’s just the two of us, this kid is pretty awesome.
What do you say, kid? You wanna go plant some mums?
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