And… POOF. Just like that, the momentum I was building on Friday- the sense of digging out, getting somewhere- was g-o-n-e. All it took was Marin not sleeping on Friday night, and our Saturday routine was shot. David and I were both tired and crabby, our chores were looming ahead of us, and everything seemed overwhelming.
But then, we DID get things whipped into shape. And things were better again. And we got to see some great friends from out of town. Sunday was a happy day.
So today, I woke to a newly cleaned house. I got the girls dressed and fed and groomed and off to school smoothly. I made the beds. Things today have been chugging along nicely- and I feel like I CAN do this. Like I AM DOING IT.
So the question remains, why is the state of my house so indicative to the state of my mind?
Here’s what we discussed in Marin’s ECFE class this morning:
What did you think parenthood would be like before you had kids of your own?
WeeeeHellll….. All of us in the class have 2 or more kids, so we are all out of the “first time parenting” phase, so this was a great topic. Here’s our list:
-Our kids would never have boogery noses or messy faces.
-their clothes would always match
– they would nap every day until kindergarten
-they would not be mouthy or bratty
-they would not be dirty
-they would eat vegetables
-they would never watch t.v.
-our houses would always be bright and sunny and clean
-discipline would be easy
(there were more, but this pretty much sums it up)
We would still be there, if there were not time limits on the class. Because OH! MY! did we all have lofty ideas of parenting. It made me realize the two most important lessons in parenting 1) life is messy, therefore kids are messy and 2) we are not in control of much, especially when it comes to our children.
Also, I’ve come to love the parts of our life that are imperfect. I love my girls’ messy hair and the baby’s smelly neck. I love how ridiculous the girls look sometimes when they dress themselves. I love it that we take them places dressed this way. I love that I lost so much of my rigidity, that I’ve earned my stripes as a REAL mom, that I have so much mommy experience under my belt. I even fed my baby french fries for lunch yesterday.
It (almost) helps me get up the momentum to clean the high chair- AGAIN.
Give me a few more years of parenting, and I’ll be throwing straw down instead of vacuuming and hosing the kids off with the yard hose instead of bathing. And you know, feeding my newborn cotton candy.