Have you ever wished for something, only to find yourself occasionally wanting to go back and reword that wish after it was granted?
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When I was pregnant with Carson and working at a little cafe, customers would often ask if I wanted a boy or a girl. My response was always, "I would love to have an energetic and mischievous little boy..." I knew a little girl would be precious too, but loud and rowdy little boys capture my heart like nothing else can.
My wish was granted.
I love early mornings. I love waking up before the sun and starting my day off with a few quiet minutes and some strong coffee. I love doing a short workout of some sort and eating a healthy breakfast. I love doing all of this alone, before the Little Mister wakes.
It doesn't often go as planned.
It's 6 am. I try to crawl out of bed without waking Carson. He begins to stir and snuggles in even closer. I wait. Ten minutes later I try again. He stirs. I wait. Finally at 6:20 am we both get out of bed because we can't handle the puddle of wetness surrounding us. The 12 hour protection advertised on the box of LUVS diapers has expired.
I change the Little Man and stripped the sheets off of the bed. I trudge down the basement stairs, sheets and baby in hand. As I am adjusting the washer settings and adding laundry soap I hear clatter. The dog food dish has been turned upside down and is now being used as a drum. Morsels of dog food are crunched under the weight of my bare feet as we make our way back up the stairs.
Instead of attempting the desired morning routine, I begin to tackle my mental to-do list. Maybe I can get a few things crossed off and when Carson goes down for his nap I can enjoy those precious quiet moments and a long hot shower.
Start laundryEmpty dishwasherTake out the trashWash the dining room windows- Wax
Waxing. It needs done and I've been procrastination for far too long. I warm the little pot of painful goo in the microwave. Carson is entertaining himself with toys. The timer beeps. I stir the contents and put it back in again for another minute or two. The timer beeps again, this time I know it's ready. But just as I open the microwave and start pulling the pot of hot wax out, Carson walks by and hits the microwave door. The door bumps my hand, causing the overly heated wax to splash out onto my hand, the microwave, the cabinet and the floor. The next 20 minutes was spent scraping wax off of my burnt hand, peeling skin away too, off the floor, and off of the microwave. Large amounts are still clinging to the cabinet as I type.
As I was scrubbing everything, Carson was cleaning out cupboards and rearranging my house, he doused his dry Cheerios with water and began unplugging cords from receptacles. Next up was attempting to un-pot my potted house plants and clearing the nightstands of all decor and pulling the lights off of our tree. He knows that he isn't suppose to do any of those things. When I tell him to stop, he grins real big and take off running.
It's only 8:30 am and I'm already wishing for a nap. It's been a long day. The word "no" has escaped my lips at least 100 times. This is when I remember saying, "I would love an energetic and mischievous little boy..."
I want my Little Man to be all boy, I want him to be energetic and lively. I want him to be curious and explore the world... But I also want him to be well behaved and I want my house to stay in order. Tell me, can these traits be mixed?
In other news:
Number 18. Learn to Knit or Crochet and Make a Scarf // IS COMPLETE!
We got our tree and I've been Decking the Halls + Decking the "Hoshy." (the deer.)
And... Cousin love.
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These little glimpses into the joys AND challenges of motherhood are so good for me - thanks for sharing, Sarah! Sometimes I wonder how I will handle the "interruptions" to my schedule as well…I'm such a big planner and usually have a day mapped out in my head, but I know that flexibility is a must-have when you have little ones. Your heart for your son is so refreshing + inspiring!
ReplyDeleteLife does get harder to plan after you have a baby, but oh my goodness, the joy and the magic added to life far outweighs the added stress to day planners like you and I.
DeleteI just....well, welcome to the world of motherhood. It's tougher than we ever imagined and it grabs us at our weakest and proves we're stronger than we thought possible. It proves we've got more character and state of mind to be built than we knew we needed. Because before this, we thought we were all wrapped up in a nice little bow. It's more about proof that grace walks into frustrated tears than about how well we've scheduled our time. Presently my smallest is literally busting out the windows and doors on the wooden dollhouse my dad gave me. And I'm a little mad. :)
ReplyDeleteAmen + amen. (Also, I am sorry about the dollhouse demolition. I'm a little mad for you too.)
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