Pardon any jiggles and misspelled words. It's like 30 degrees outside and we still have not turned our heat on, so I'm sitting here stubbornly typing and shivering and wondering WHY GOD WHY have I not turning the heat on yet. But then it'll be like 70 tomorrow, so that's why. But WHY!?
Several times this week, I've thought, "I can't be the only one who..." or "I know I'm not alone in..." And so, "ME TOO! Mondays" were born in my head. Hopefully not adding to the crazy - and maybe just giving a little outlet for it. We'll try it for a few weeks, and if it's lousy, then it'll join a bunch of other good intentions on Trash It Tuesdays. If this is you too, please stand up and whatever along with me. The camaraderie is encouraging and kind of the point of the "ME TOO!" part. If it's not, well, take solace in the fact that you're probably at least marginally more normal than me.
This week, I have...
1. ... seriously contemplated whether potty training is actually necessary or whether when they're teenagers they'll just figure it out on their own. Even though I know it's time, and I know he's ready, and I know that I am the grown-up and have to act like one, part of me seriously wonders if maybe there's still a shot at finding a really good excuse that will get me out of it. If you come up with one, let me know. I'll be somewhere cleaning up yet another puddle "near" the toilet.
2. ... pruned a ginormous rose bush with kitchen shears, because that's all I had available. Not a wise decision, and one that I'm really hoping I'm alone on. What city dweller has pruning shears, am I right? But pruned it now is. And swearing off rose bushes, I now am. (Left, halfway done; Right, done; not pictured: copiousscratches battle wounds).
3. ... discovered (again) that I am mildly (moderately) lactose intolerant and still haven't done anything about it, just routinely deal with the consequences. I know I should, but I really love ice cream, and cream, and cheese, and inertia is a powerful thing, friends, even against the tiniest of aids.
4. ... totally tried to channel Lorelei Gilmore in my tough parenting moments, and actually found that it helps me be a better parent (she doesn't sweat the little stuff, and a dose of humor goes a long way). Also, as an aside, re-watching Gilmore Girls as an adult, still totally fabulous, and oh my gosh, how are they so quick-witted, funny, and cultural-savvy all at the same time?
5. ... been completely exhausted, literally counting down the moments till bedtime arrived more than once- had my buttons pushed even on the shortest of days - and wondered whether that meant that I shouldn't be a full-time stay-at-home parent, wrestling with guilt, comparison, and just exhaustion, and wondering if I wasn't cut out for it. And yet somehow equally powerfully, and even more often, loving and treasuring the sweet moments that I do get each and every day with my kids, and so incredibly certain that we made the right decision there. And so grateful that we did. It's a paradox that I can't explain, but so.real.
2. ... pruned a ginormous rose bush with kitchen shears, because that's all I had available. Not a wise decision, and one that I'm really hoping I'm alone on. What city dweller has pruning shears, am I right? But pruned it now is. And swearing off rose bushes, I now am. (Left, halfway done; Right, done; not pictured: copious
3. ... discovered (again) that I am mildly (moderately) lactose intolerant and still haven't done anything about it, just routinely deal with the consequences. I know I should, but I really love ice cream, and cream, and cheese, and inertia is a powerful thing, friends, even against the tiniest of aids.
4. ... totally tried to channel Lorelei Gilmore in my tough parenting moments, and actually found that it helps me be a better parent (she doesn't sweat the little stuff, and a dose of humor goes a long way). Also, as an aside, re-watching Gilmore Girls as an adult, still totally fabulous, and oh my gosh, how are they so quick-witted, funny, and cultural-savvy all at the same time?
5. ... been completely exhausted, literally counting down the moments till bedtime arrived more than once- had my buttons pushed even on the shortest of days - and wondered whether that meant that I shouldn't be a full-time stay-at-home parent, wrestling with guilt, comparison, and just exhaustion, and wondering if I wasn't cut out for it. And yet somehow equally powerfully, and even more often, loving and treasuring the sweet moments that I do get each and every day with my kids, and so incredibly certain that we made the right decision there. And so grateful that we did. It's a paradox that I can't explain, but so.real.
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