This is about how excited I am to finally have the chance to write!
I truly miss this space and consistently sitting down to pour my heart out through writing. I know, I know, we are all supposed to go forth and live the life you imagine and remember that this is your one wild and precious life and if you want something, make it happen, but I have found that I imagine and want a lot of things but physically can’t make them all happen.
I’m trying to take the long view—making sure I’m fitting in the things I and my family need each week, and then making time for the things that I want over the course of the month. My life right now is built on a base of responsibilities with a sprinkle of personal interests, and I could “imagine” all I want that everyone could magically feed themselves and clean up their own literal crap, but that’s not the case. I could walk around in a state of perpetual annoyance at my “rights” being violated and bitterly fight to get my every desire met, or I could embrace the opportunity to learn how to dig deeper, let my character be shaped, and find joy in things more lasting and important than the immediate gratification of all my needs and desires.
This season won’t last forever and it will never come around again. I can ride the wave or fight it, but it’s happening either way.
My boss shared something with me this week that seemed relevant to this point:
As an illustration, allow me to update you on what has occurred since I began writing this blog post this afternoon:
-David and the girls returned from their quick grocery trip (mission: give mama a few minutes to herself. Also, buy pretzels). Riley walks in with a joyful “MAMA!” Zoe walks in saying “I HAD AN ACCIDENT.” Apparently, it’s the second time this weekend she has mistaken her car seat for a toilet. She has been potty trained for three months, so I’m not really sure what that’s about.
-David disassembles the carseat pieces so we can wash the carseat cover. I send Zoe to her room to clean herself up while I unload and put away the groceries (they bought more than pretzels).
-I “cook” “dinner” (tuna melts for grown-ups, English muffin pizzas for the kiddos, no veggies given the situation) while reopening Riley’s straw cup for her approximately 40 times and providing a minute-by-minute countdown of how long it will be until this feast will be plated.
-While we are eating dinner, Zoe exclaims, “I have to go potty!!!” We applaud and encourage her. Ten minutes of silence later, David checks on her and finds her naked and washing her clothes in the toilet (?!!)
-Clean that up.
-Discuss why we don’t wash our clothing in the toilet and why we don’t play in the bathroom during dinner time. Play warden for a check-in and check-out of time out.
-Administer hugs and pep talk.
-Zoe’s dinner is cold. It’s apparently soooooo hard for her to eat her food when it’s cold (and when it’s food). After a battle of the wills that’s going nowhere, I end up reading her books to distract her while she eats.
-David gets the girls in jammies while I begin cleaning up.
-Dance party! The girls and I bust a move for 20 minutes (okay, actually they bust a move for 17 minutes and I realize at the 20 minute mark that I’m dancing alone to a song called “I Love My Shoes” and have been for the last three minutes. Rhythm is gonna get you…)
-Bedtime routine—teeth, books, hunting for transitional objects that have been scattered throughout the house, emotional coaching.
-Finish cleaning up dinner.
-Attempt to clean up from the day; take trash out; enjoy sunset for a minute.
This brings us to the present. And now I want to talk about shampoo and conditioner. Because clearly, when I haven’t blogged for a month, THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I COULD POSSIBLY DISCUSS. (I figured that if I made this photo black and white, you were less able to see how dirty my shower was. Slash I live and breathe art.)
Friends, gather close and listen to me wax rhapsodic about hair care products. If Suave had informercials, I’d be on them, talking about how their coconut oil infusion shampoo and conditioner have helped me achieve soft, touchable hair when God, hard water, infrequent flat-ironing, and occasional chemical processing had other plans for my hair. I genuinely sit around stroking my hair now and everyone keeps asking me if I just highlighted it. It’s divine.
To the right of this photo is Coconut CoWash, which is a birthday present to Zoe from one of my friends who has similar curls. It has cut our hair styling time by one third. Her curls look and feel great, and my friend tells me it retails for less than $10 at Target!
Walk, don’t run (it’s not THAT big of a deal) to buy the hair product appropriate for YOUR ethnic and racial background!
Next, we will move on to something else important: MY PORTRAIT AND MY BREAKFAST.
Zoe crafted this gem for me today. It appears that I may need to work on brightening my face in the morning. My hair looks great, though (thanks, Suave).
Also: I don’t know why she drew me eating cereal in this picture. For the last month, my breakfast has consisted of hard boiled eggs and sprouted bread toast topped with smashed avocado and a squeeze of lemon, thanks to a magazine article on “how to have more energy in the mornings.” I actually think it has helped, which is why I’m passing this tip along. Trader Joe’s has very reasonably priced sprouted bread.
Finally: HOME DESIGN
Recently, my mom stiff-armed me into having an interior decorator come to the house (because I need someone to tell me where to put my $30 art and hand-me-down furniture. Also, and most importantly, because she volunteered to help us for free).
I thought this wall was a high point of my decorating skills, but apparently this isn’t actually a look?!! I have lots to learn, but I’m excited, and our interior decorator (that makes me giggle) is great. She will be giving me a plan for our future furniture purchases and some current layout improvement ideas.
Since we bought the house, we’ve put in new flooring, painted, painted our home exterior, pulled back overgrown landscaping, painted our pergola, added closet doors to every room, and done a few more miscellaneous projects I can’t recall. To my extreme shock, I am finding that putting effort into a house is satisfying and fun. I enjoy it.
Oh, adulthood. How you continually surprise me.
So, my long-winded point here is I may blog occasionally about home design, because it turns out that I like it. And also, because I have an interior decorator.
EXTRANEOUS PHOTO TO LEAVE YOU SAYING “AWWW!”
I hope you appreciated all of these valuable tips and life lessons (or generally shallow thoughts—however they might have come across). I’m 25 graded papers away from FREEDOM (before the summer semester begins, at least…so PARTIAL FREEDOM), so I hope to blog again soon!