I will not get tired of these two little chickens sitting togehter. Not ever. I heard myself complaining to my mom on the phone today about answering Maggie’s trillion questions and not being able to put Audrey down for one second. The poor girl is teething and really just wants to nurse all day long and Maggie is curious as ever, something I really love about her.
As those complaints were rolling from the tip of my tongue, I knew it wasn’t how I REALLY felt. Today was a mother of a day – we did some major grocery shopping, I tried to weed a bit in the garden, we filled Maggie’s big pool up, and I decided to organize three of our closets. I’m a bit too proud to take and post pictures of the disaster zone that my house currently is. For every pile that I made to get rid of, Maggie sifted through it and announced that she suddenly had an interest and we shouldn’t donate it. So my house is double messy – please don’t come over if you live in the area.
I REALLY wanted to be outside with the girls, working in the garden and splashing in the pond, enjoying the weather. After trying to focus on the garden, the closets, the groceries, answering a million questions and accommodate Audrey, I finally threw my hands up and announced that we were having a popsicle break on the blanket outside. When the sun is out, I toss a blanket out in our grass in the morning and it becomes the sort of home base for the rest of the day.
As we clinked our popsicles together, and Audrey sucked on her frozen teether, I made a conscious decision to just let the rest of the house go for the remainder of the afternoon. I sent Barry a warning text so he would ‘t feel like he was coming home to armageddon. After we finished our popsicles, I hoisted Audrey on my knee and sat down next to the pool and tossed floating fish toys to Maggie as she ran around acting like a fisherman. It was exactly what I had been wanting to do all day. Instead I’d placed importance on making sure that the olive oil was in the right spot and table cloths folded – ummm, not my priority!!
I know that when I wake up tomorrow and walk down the hallway to the living room and kitchen I am going to wonder who came over and threw a rager – and then I’m going to make a huge sign on butcher paper that says “IT WILL ALL GET DONE.”
And it will all get done. The things we don’t need will get donated. The things we think we want to hang on to will be organized and ready for use.
I’m just feeling glad that tonight I can fall asleep with the memory of Maggie running around in her pool jumping and twisting trying to catch all those floating fish that I tossed in while I held a squealing Audrey on my knee.
It isn’t going to be like this forever. . .
