As I leaned over the edge of the tub scrubbing poop out of Dash’s clothes for the second time this week, I thought “this is not how I planned to spend my day.”
I honestly considered just throwing the clothes out because this incident was just the cherry on top of a discouraging day. If only I had planned to sit on the couch holding Dash while reading books or watching TV with Ace, the day would have gone smoothly. But instead, I had planned to tackle the dishes, a couple loads of laundry, work on our new household rules plan a bit (more on that in a future post) and maybe squeeze in a bit of time to work on the blog. In addition to getting some school time in with Ace. Instead, I spent the day beginning all those things and never completing a single one. In fact, I only just remembered to cap the marker I had been attempting to use when Dash’s blowout occurred.
Now it’s dinner and I have no idea what to cook…or how to even have the time to cook it. Especially considering most of the dishes I would use to cook are already dirty…since I never had time to do them.
Being a stay-at-home homeschooling Mom is not always the productive world I dreamed it would be when I quit my job as a marketing manager for a small publishing company. I have my moments but now that we’ve added an infant to our family, the chaos is harder to contain. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world though. So for the rest of today, I’m going to just sit on the couch with my kids and let go of all the plans I had. Oh, and put those mini frozen pizzas in the oven for dinner.
Tomorrow, I will try to stick to my agenda for the day but be more realistic with my goals. So when things change (as they inevitably will), I won’t feel so spent and frustrated. Being flexible isn’t always easy for me because I’m such a planner but that’s what this parenting journey is teaching me. It’s taking me out of my comfort zone. It forces me to confront my weaknesses and be more adaptable. Parenting is probably the greatest exercise in personal growth and selfless thinking. And that’s why I think it’s not for the faint of heart. Well, that and the poop.
(Oh, and, by the way, I was peed on and spit up on before the day was done.)