Each morning I have motivational speaking time with my children. You know, "be a good friend", "have respect for others", "make good choices" (stolen from a friend), and our daily go-to: "today's gonna be... a GREAT day!". As moms, we spend about 99.6% of our time worrying about what can and will go wrong, and the other 0.4% putting out fires when it actually does. Today I learned a very important lesson: There is always a chance of a perfect day going to hell in a hand basket with a quickness. It started with the littlest crazy locking herself in her bedroom...
I set myself up for success today by making better choices last night on Valentine's date night. By better choices, I mean I said "no" to Fireball. I woke up ready to take on the day. My husband went Jeepin' with friends in AL, and I was going to clean my house, get caught up on laundry, do a little shopping with Tea, and go to a friend's daughter's 2nd birthday party. It was for sure going to be a great day.
Then I hear "mom! Lemme out!", and seeing as her new party trick this week is opening doors on her own (thank God that took this long for her to learn), I knew we may be in trouble. There is no reasoning with someone of her stature. I'm convinced that most of the time she knows exactly what I want her or do, but plays the toddler card while she can. It's kind of like when your great aunt Sue calls someone fat or ugly, and then blames senility for her brutal words. She is allowed to act like an ass, because 90 years of holding back how she really feels earned her that right. I digress... after a few minutes of pleading with Bird to unlock the door and relentlessly using the stick thing in the knob until it opened (I would make the worst robber ever), the child was freed and we went about our morning. Sidebar:: Teagan is one of the busiest children I have ever met. I'm not complaining. I love her curiosity, but damn if I don't run out of energy by noon when I am alone with her all day. Naps are a crucial part of our survival in the Jones house of crazy.
A few few hours of "don't wrap the blind cord around your neck", "don't eat that", and "please, for the love of all things holy, quit beating the furniture with the light up wand from Stone Mountain!!!" went by and it was time to go shopping. I go to get her new box of wipes out of the top of her closet (that my husband so kindly put up there the other day after unloading the car) and BAM!!!! WTF just hit me in the face?! I felt like Ronda Rousey just flew out of the closet and one-two-broke my nose!! Well... maybe Amanda Nunes, because I don't think Ronda throws punches anymore. Nope. Not a UFC fighter, just a complete guide to Pokémon. The binding of the book hit me square between the eyes. I literally caught them all in one unfortunate second. I saw stars and was ready to catch blood as well. I also said some very choice words about the man I love, who put the box in the closet with a hardback book right on top of it. I concluded it was not broken, but it changed the course of the day, for sure. The cleaning of the house was not nearly as successful as anticipated. We power shopped because my face was throbbing and had to leave the birthday party early because I had a headache and Teagan was bullying the other children so bad. She literally pushed the birthday girl when we walked into the house as she tried to give her a hug. Geez! Relax, Junior Healy, she was just trying to say hello! I was just ready to get to my house, ice my nose, and sit on the couch.
We did just that. I turned on a movie and cuddled my two kiddos for a couple of hours before bed... I am almost thankful to have been slowed down by Pikachu and his friends, because it gave me the opportunity to just hang out with my nuggets. No folding laundry, doing chores, or scrolling through my phone while pretending to watch the movie with them. Just honest-to-goodness quality time watching "Finding Do-wee". Somehow Teagan also managed to eat some Desitin out of her backpack while the movie was on. Lights were out so she got sneaky. Her daddy comes home, flips on the light and there she is with diaper cream all over her face. She was sitting right next to me. That about sums up my whole day.
We spend so much time worrying about what will happen when and where that we don't stop and enjoy the moment we are living in. Maybe Bird was being such a clown this morning because she was bored and wanted me to play with her. Maybe she ate diaper rash cream because she wanted to put on makeup like mommy does (I need to get that girl some foundation I guess.) Who knows?! What I do know is that no matter how much we plan or how hard we try, shit's gonna go wrong occasionally. It's called life and, more specifically, parenting. Hang in there, mamas and dadas. They won't remember a clean house or the perfect outfit as much as they will remember the time you took to play. All things considered, today was still a GREAT day. #playmore #cleanless #momlife #pokemon