This is just real life.
Has anyone else ever dreamt that they were dying in a pile of dirty laundry?
No?
No one?
Just me?
Ok...
Well, seriously I had a dream that I was dying amongst our dirty unmentionables this week...
I think my subconscious was trying to tell me that life is busy, and sometimes we feel overtaken by things, in my case it's obviously laundry! (HAHA) :-P
Our lives these days just have been so full of STUFF. Every day just has so much to do in it! By 7:30 when the girls are in bed, all that I can imagine doing is crawling into my own bed and sitting in silence for a little while.
19 second graders all day at work and then two 14 month olds the rest of the time is EXHAUSTING.
And loud.
And kind of messy,
And they aren't great communicators or direction followers...
By the end of the day thinking of attempting to do any other form or "work" is seriously tortuous!
Basically I am falling behind on lots of things that I used to never fall behind on!
Being an adult is hard, being a mom is hard, and being a working mom is maybe the hardest... at least for me!
Last night when I got home I decided that I didn't want to care about all of the stuff I was behind on. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy the girls.
We got out the paint. Ella really got creative! So much so, that we needed to put her in the tub before bath time to rinse off her body paint!
I go to put her in the tub, take her diaper off, sit her down, and then it happened...
The thing all moms tell about...
POOP
POOP IN THE TUB!
Truly my first instinct was, "ok no big deal, I've got this!"
It didn't take long for me to switch to, "Oh no what do I do, she's covered in paint, I am covered in paint, there is poop, what do I do? Where do I put her? Sheer panic mode! And then she started crying!!!
All I could do was laugh at this point at the utter "comic strip" moment that was happening! I clearly figured it out and everyone lived to tell about it but, it made me realize that this is what my life is going to be like for a while and I better just get used to the idea of "sh*t happening," because it did and will happen again I am sure!
These days are flying by faster than I can write. None of them are ever easy but, I feel an overwhelming feeling of contentment in where my life is right now even with all of the crazy.
Hopefully I wont die in a pile of dirty laundry; I'd much prefer a field of daisies...
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