It’s gonna be that kind of day.
Sometimes I don’t bring my A game. To work, to my family interactions. I am a lazy friend.
I don’t even always realize it unless it’s pointed out to me – by a mistake, by overlooking something, by seeing things slip away. But by that time it’s almost always too late to do anything about it.
When I’m on my A game, and I mostly am, I am better than most people at whatever it is I’m doing – being a nurse, mothering, being a good wife, housekeeping. But when I am off, people notice.
I set my self-expectations too high. And consequently, the people around me share them of me. I found this is a bad thing.
So I try to take it easy on myself. When I make a mistake, I forgive myself instead of stewing too long about it. Well, at least I’m working on that.
Now I just have to get everyone else to take it a little easier on me too. Or maybe I should just not take criticism so hard. Whatever.
Just one more thing to work on.
I’m itching to change things up around here.
I want to have my living room and breakfast room painted eggplant. Deep, dark purple. Not burgundy, not brown, not navy. Certainly not beige.
I know it would look beautiful and elegant. Regal even.
Now the tough part – convincing Bill that this is a wonderful idea.
I am so lucky to be a mom.
I love being a nurse. I love being a wife. A daughter, sister. A friend.
But I am truly lucky to be a mom.
I get to watch my children succeed on a daily basis.
I get to be the first to see important things they do.
I get to listen to them and figure out how their minds work.
I get to just watch and shake my head when they do things that amaze me.
I get to be the one who gives the hugs when they need them.
I get to kiss my kids any time I want to.
And sometimes, if I’m really, really lucky, I get them to kiss me.