Pretend we're somewhere together, preferably comfortable like Starbucks with venti hot chocolates and we snagged the comfy chairs.
Or my living room. And all the kids are sleeping or at school. I like that better. I have homemade chocolate chip cookies and I can brew coffee or make hot chocolate. With marshmallows!
It's time to pick Kolby up from preschool, but I'm not picking him up because he isn't there. He has impetigo. So, we're home and it's the perfect day to be home. 50's, rainy and cold. I'm wearing my new comfy socks that I won at Bunco for losing the most games.
Except I dressed Annika like we were going to run errands and go to church tonight. So she looks cute. With a bow! I mean she's cute everyday even if she just wears pajamas, but today, I changed her out of her pajamas. And yes, somedays she stays in her jammies all day. And somedays I don't change her into clean jammies before I put here to bed.
My house is quiet. I made Kolby and Levi lay down for naps at 11. I wanted them to sleep so they will be awake to pick up Sage after school. And Annika fell asleep while I nursed her and I just laid her down.
I can say it's cold here. And I love it. I dressed all my kids in pants yesterday and today. I pray that this cooler weather stays and we aren't wearing shorts at Christmas.
Somedays I feel like I really suck at being a mom. Okay, a lot of days I think that. I am impatient more than patient. I am not slow to anger. It all comes back to selfishness. I want my house to stay picked up and looking clean. I don't want to wait for them to learn how to do something, I just do it myself because it's quicker. I constantly feel rushed even if we have a lot of time. I constantly feel like there is something I should be doing. Laundry. Picking up. Cleaning. Buying something. Someone usually needs something.
Even right now, I should be sweeping and mopping. Instead of writing.
Everyday, I pray for patience, calmness and to be filled with love. I pray that for the boys' teachers too. I pray it for the boys too.
And now, I can't think of anything else except that I should be sweeping, mopping, putting away laundry and picking up. I guess that's my cue to go. These opportunities are rare. I don't want to waste it. Or am I?