My days tend to be ordinarily pretty routine. I don’t like a lot of change when it comes to my
exciting monotonous schedule. Throw in a kids doctors appointment or a bookkeeping meeting with my CPA…and my whole week is backwards.
It’s wake up at 5:45 am, quickly throw my knotted nest of hair in the tightest ponytail possible, grab a sports bra, pop in the 21 day fix DVD, sweat and curse the insanely-fit-rock-hard-abs instructor making me doing 60 straight seconds of burpees followed by 60 seconds of weighted lunges…repeat, finish my 30 minutes of morning
hell bliss, wake up the kids who aren’t already awake, jump in the shower – typically with a toddler in tow, dress myself…and each kid…even the seven year old HATES picking out his own clothes, make a healthy shake and breakfast for the kids – which tends to be a pop tart or microwavable pancakes – I keep it classy, rush out the door to take them all to school, come home, plop myself in front of the computer AND…..
WORK all day.
Somewhere in there, I brush my teeth. I swear.
You’d think that since I work from home I would give myself some slack and occasionally take a few hours to catch up on the Bachelor while eating Bunny Tracks Ice Cream (<—- OMG that stuff is like crack) on the couch. Or do some decorating.
But, from the time I sit down at the computer until the time I drive to pick up my boys from school…I barely move. Even getting up to pee irritates me. I get in “a zone” as my husband likes to say.
Which is really great for productivity. And really NOT great for resting.
Resting is not in my DNA.
Sometimes that equates to being overstressed, extremely exhausted and short tempered.
When we are unexpectedly granted 3 snow days in a row, I instantly think about all the things that I won’t get done when it comes to work stuff. I complain about how I hate snow, but the truth is? I don’t really hate snow.
I hate that snow throws me off my ROUTINE.
That little seven letter word that keeps Type A people from jumping off a bridge.
But this time when we were faced with snowmageddon? I wanted to try something new.
I know, gasp.
I wanted to embrace the time off with my littles.
I wanted to not worry about how much “work” I could get done in one day.
I wanted to soak in all of the things that I sometimes forget to make a priority…spending time with my kids and doing things that fill my soul with happiness.
Things like listening to them have conversations with each other…
Sloane: Why do girls no fart?
Parker: Girls fart, bubba.
Our Gigi farts all the time.
Bentley: Gigi’s not a girl. She’s a grandma.
Or hear them wake up and realize that we have snow (which is rare)…
Parker: It SNOWED!
Sloane: Yay!! It’s Cwistmas!
Parker: No, it’s not Christmas bubs. It just snowed.
Bentley: It might not be Christmas, but now we live in Santa’s planet!!
Sloane: Wared did my pwesents go. Santa no bwing me mowe weswling guys. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I’ve had the best few days taking in all of their sweetness and realizing that these moments are flashing too quickly.
I know I won’t look back on this time and think, “Man, if I could have recorded one more podcast or created one more tax spreadsheet…”
But I will look back and wish that I would have spent less time worrying about business stuff.
I will wish I would have spent MORE time praying for snow days.
We had been inside from the snow for a good hour and Sloane looked at me and said…
Sloane: Mommy? Der is snow in my pants.
Me: *quickly checking his pants
Well, bud, I don’t think that’s snow…
These are the days I never want to forget.