Learning Every Day
So basically, I’m a cartoon character. No, really. I am. If you don’t believe me, I’ll tell you about the time my husband was out of town and I was driven to keep things organized and spotless. (My husband does a fair amount of the cleaning around here…)
So the kids were in bed and I was getting set to vacuum. And I managed to suck the string for our mini-blinds up into the vacuum, yank them off the window and OH YEAH ALMOST START A FIRE. Also, Danger baby peed on my laptop a couple of years back and fried it. Yeah, I have a gift. I’ve slipped and spilled a latte on my face in the Starbucks parking lot, had every eletronic I own malfunction while I tried to send an important email, and just recently the ice maker in my fridge randomly broke and flooded the kitchen.
So, me, at best a sitcom character from the 90s, at worst, Donald Duck.
I say this because I think it’s important for people to know I don’t have all mah crap together. Not even close. Every day is a learning experience for me while I try to balance being a wife (which I’ve only been for going on 7 years…) a mom (even newer at 5 years) a home owner (4 years) and a writer (2 years). While I try to figure out how in the world I’m supposed to get everything done!
It’s chaotic, and hilarious, and evolves constantly. The biggest thing I’ve leared is not to expect it all to go according to a schedule. At this point, it just can’t. I have been learning (continually…daily) that if things don’t go according to plan, I just have to improvise.
I’m learning that what I thought was true about kids before I had them…isn’t. At least for mine. And that I have to be willing to adjust my expectations of them, and myself, on a daily basis.
I’m learning that I married a patient and forgiving man, and he’s learning how to cook.
I’m learning that sometimes there is nothing that feels better than being able to close my office door and have a moment to myself. Even if it’s ‘work’.
I’m also learning that some days I want to avoid work when I can’t. And that it’s hard to try and explain to someone ‘no, I can’t, I have work to do.’ when you’re the boss of your own schedule.
I’m learning that when your husband tries to help and puts regular dishsoap in the dishwasher and causes a suds flood…the best thing to do is laugh. And maybe use the extra soap the mop the floor. (because Lord knows it needs it)
I’m learning that every day can be an adventure. That even if a day is hard, it can be salvaged by a smile from one of the kids.
I don’t have it all together. I don’t have it all figured out. I don’t have organized lists of tasks I get completed every day. But I’m having fun. And I’m learning.
I think that’s all any of us can really ask of ourselves.