Eating dinner for our family is always a sit-down-at-the-table affair. Julia stands on her tip-toes to reach the silverware drawer and spreads the utensils around to our respective spots, we all share a cup of water (mostly out of laziness - one cup is easier to pour than three!), and dinner is devoured. Dishes are left on the counter, half scraped and forgotten until the next day.
A few Saturdays ago we spent the day at home instead of traveling to nearby cities, parks, or doing our usual thrift store shopping. Things had gone so smoothly at home that we actually sat down to eat at a decent hour. We even used napkins. Nothing out of the ordinary graced our plates when my fork lifted the creamy mashed potatoes to my mouth but it was suddenly met by tears streaming down my face.
"Are you crying?" He asked. *sniff* As soon as I start to cry my nose gives it away. It's a tell-tale sign that I'm about to lose it.
A few Saturdays ago we spent the day at home instead of traveling to nearby cities, parks, or doing our usual thrift store shopping. Things had gone so smoothly at home that we actually sat down to eat at a decent hour. We even used napkins. Nothing out of the ordinary graced our plates when my fork lifted the creamy mashed potatoes to my mouth but it was suddenly met by tears streaming down my face.
"Are you crying?" He asked. *sniff* As soon as I start to cry my nose gives it away. It's a tell-tale sign that I'm about to lose it.
"What's wrong?" He persisted. And the answer was Nothing! Nothing is wrong - for the first time in a long time I felt at peace. "Today was just so easy," I whimpered.
But admitting that was to admit the opposite - the other days had been so hard.
Quite honestly, I didn't even realize how hard it has been because they're just normal days and we get through them. Just now, I'm realizing they have been more difficult. Like I've been walking through peanut butter. Too much energy required to get from here to there. And I was experiencing several "peanut butter" days all bunched together. More than several - many.
But admitting that was to admit the opposite - the other days had been so hard.
Quite honestly, I didn't even realize how hard it has been because they're just normal days and we get through them. Just now, I'm realizing they have been more difficult. Like I've been walking through peanut butter. Too much energy required to get from here to there. And I was experiencing several "peanut butter" days all bunched together. More than several - many.
So here was this oasis of a day - like a glass of milk washing the pastey ground peanuts out of my mouth - it was refreshing! I didn't have any worries, there was no bickering, obedience and kindness were abundant in my toddler - and it was just SO nice to have a good day sneak up on me and say "boo!"
So that's why there were tears in my taters.
And you'll be happy to hear - we're drinking more milk these days. (More on that soon.)
Anyone have an oreo??
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