I wasn’t feeling very creative this morning, so I thought for this week’s Wednesday’s Walk I would dig deep and take you back…way back to my old blog and a post from March of 2006 entitled “Everywhere I turn…” It is a post about my now 4 year old and the havoc she managed to cause as a one man toddler wrecking crew. Later, she and her brother would become “Thing 1 & Thing 2“, but this was long before her brother was able to join in the fun. And, there is of course, a moral to this story, a lesson to be learned. If you’ve read The Me Time Myth, you will recognize the attitude that brought me to the writing of that article!
So, without further ado, I bring you:
Everywhere I turn…
there is a mess that my toddler made! She is the cutest little thing that ever was, but a day with her is like a day with a tornado (an adorable tornado, but a tornado nonetheless).
As I survey just the room I am sitting in, I can see a shoe on top of the computer desk, the index box full of names and numbers laying on the floor not so full of names and numbers anymore, and baby dolls left unattended about the area. She has systematically colored on EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF PAPER she can find and now she is unloading the bookshelf. I am afraid to see what she has accomplished in the rest of the house!
But, guess what I’m doing…I’m sitting here typing. Yep, that’s right…I’ve escaped into the world wide web and I am hiding here until the storm calms.
Seriously though, how often throughout the day do catastrophes happen that could have been avoided had we just been paying attention? I keep thinking someone owes me free time, but they never seem to pay up, so I just take it (often at the most inopportune times). And then I take too much free time and neglect my other chores and the next thing I know I turn around and the house is a mess, there’s nothing ready for supper, school didn’t quite get finished, and we have to be somewhere in 30 minutes! I turn into one grouchy mama and start bossing everyone around trying to get them to do in a matter of minutes what I should have been doing throughout the entire day. Then my melodramatic 8 year old runs through the house hollering, “It’s a MADHOUSE, A MADHOUSE!” (no, he’s never seen Planet of the Apes, but all it takes is one time of mama saying it in jest and it becomes his favorite phrase in times of stress ~lovely~).
So, my remedy for this is twofold:
#1–Watch the Weather
If the tornado is nearby and a storm’s a brewin’, then it is probably NOT a good time to run away w/ the internet, my sewing, my scrapbooking, or any other form of escape I may desire.
#2–Don’t Go Overboard
Set the timer and head for my hideout, but when the bell rings, I have to come home. This way I’m never overdoing it.
Welp, there went the timer…