Mommy is over it
I am over spending thirty minutes each day, dedicated to doing my hair. I know that only two hours later, I will find foreign objects in there.
I am over expecting my food will be hot, or my drink will ever be cold. I’m surprised, to be honest, if it hasn’t already been eaten by my ten year old.
I am over having possessions I love, that require attention and care, because I know my children’s reckless fingers will find them, no matter where.
I am over having any privacy in my bed, my closet, or bath. I know if I attempt to lock them out I will incur the children’s wrath.
I am over the euphoric idea that we might have a relaxing vacation. For that, I think the kids and I would need two weeks separation.
I am over my house being perfectly clean, and the air smelling nice and fresh. I’m lucky if all of the garbage actually gets taken out in the trash.
I am not complaining, my children are awesome; I’ve just given up my old ways. I’m using my energy to pay close attention, to all of these wonderful days.