You’re a mom. You’ve seen the list. Wake up, shower & dress, feed the kiddos, dress the kiddos, start the laundry, play with the kiddos, reboot the laundry, have lunch, clean the house, cook dinner, get ready for bed, kiss the kiddos goodnight, deposit the laundry into an unused chair to be folded at a later date, spend a little time with hubby, sleep. Rinse & repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Just that basic stuff makes for a pretty full day week life Not full as in “filled to satisfaction” or “complete” but full as in “containing as much or as many as is possible”, in other words “stuffed” – as in that would have been a very enjoyable meal if I hadn’t felt compelled to eat every single bite on my plate along with the appetizer and the dessert because now I feel so bloated I can hardly waddle away from the table. That kind of full. And the problem with that kind of full is that while you may experience many things you enjoy none of them. I forget this sometimes. I spend so much time scurrying around trying to finish “the list” that I am unable to actually enjoy “the list.” Fortunately, sometimes I remember too and sometimes I get really wild and crazy and throw “the list” out the window. Those are the days we stay in our pajamas and eat pancakes for supper. Those are the days we leave the breakfast dishes on the table and go to the park because it’s finally sunny and warm again. Those are the days we read Seven-Day Magic from cover to cover stopping only long enough to raid the fridge for sustenance. Those are the best days.
I’m rethinking the importance of “the list”. I’m going to retitle it “Suggestions for Daily Operations”. And I’m going to remember to throw it out the window sometimes.
“The List” keeps coming-
neverending pile of chores.
Let’s take the day off.
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