This week I’ve done everything backwards, disregarding the advice that I give when I write posts about how to organize, schedule, keep the house clean, cook dinner, and work all in one day (oh, and play with the kids, take out the trash, clean the shower, kiss the spouse . .. you get the picture).
This week I didn’t prepare a menu ahead. Instead, I bought some food that looked good and have gone from there. These meals were more delicious than some that I spend hours thinking about.
This week I have yet to do a load of laundry. It is piled up to the window in my bedroom. My daughters have nothing to wear. We are staying in today.
This week I have not cleaned one room each day, lightly, with a dusting or a vacuuming or a wipe with a wet cloth. Nope. Dust is on the TV. Cheerios on the carpet.
This week I have not scheduled out my time. I sit down at the computer during work time and I go from project to project without any real direction. I know what I need to do so I do it, but I refuse to plan ahead.
Instead, this week I have played about 12 games of Hi Ho Cherry-O and 10 games of Candyland, and I’ve gotten beaten in just about each one.
This week I have taken my daughter to gymnastics and the park. The park twice in one day even, because the sun was shining, finally, and, well, it felt good to play tag.
This week I went barefoot in the grass.
Some weeks I realize how short of a time we really have with our kids, with our family, with our friends. My daughter will be three at the end of next month and will begin preschool soon after a few days a week. My newborn is now seventeen weeks, has rolled both ways, and cut a tooth that we just found last night. They are growing. Fast.
Some weeks I realize that the important thing isn’t being over scheduled and over organized, but loosening up a bit, rolling in the grass, and playing a few toddler games on the carpet while still in my pajamas at noon. Because these are the days that will stick in my mind. As much as I love my work and my writing, I love my children a million times more. And this week, I decided to throw out all of my ‘rules’ and pretend like I am my daughter’s age. And I gotta tell you, it has been one of the best weeks in a long time!
Happy Wednesday, Mommies! Remember to stop and smell the flowers (and feel the grass on your feet) this week. And if you have a chance, read Erma Bombeck’s “If I Had My Life to Live Over.”