Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Changing plans and how I don't do so well with that
Undertaking a big project. That we knew would mean a shift in our day-to-day for awhile. That my mind works on whether my hands are or not. My kids, ages 13 and 11, can do so much for themselves. And do. But I still have that plus this.
Taking on more makes me doubt my ability to mother well. My patience level suffers. And when momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. So my big project affects them negatively.
The alarm clock beeped yesterday morning. I laid in bed thinking of all the to-dos. Planning out my day. As the four of us busied ourselves with getting ready, the telephone answering machine flashed. I pushed play and heard there was a two hour delay to the start of school. Normally we rejoice and fall back into bed. Instead I felt agitated. Mad that another day would pass without me being able to accomplish all that I needed to do. Deep ujjayi breath.
Then I remembered the family with the newest of newborns. Exhausted from the birth. Overcome with emotion for the new baby and the stress that moves in like a tidal wave too. They need the ujjayi breath . . . not me.
I got this.
P.S. A special thank you to my Aunt Sue for making these wash cloths. They make the constant cooking and cleaning up task of motherhood much more beautiful. Gah. Cook. Clean up. Cook. Clean up. Cook. Clean up . . .
Labels: Life with kids