Think, think, and think. …What to write about?…. It’s my turn to post, and I have nothing. My writing successors and partners, have set the bar so high, I’m going to need some sort of winged transport to even get close to their quality of writing. It doesn’t help that my mind is a black hole, and my words are getting sucked in with no hope of surviving. My preverbal plate is full, which could have something to do with the fact that my brain is mush. It’s been a rough week. Running around to and fro with my kids, chauffeuring them from this activity to the next. Feeling guilty for not planning ahead the healthy meal they should be eating, but instead having Burger King in their bellies.
Excuse after excuse. I tell my self tomorrow will be better. I will wake up earlier. I will plan my meals on Sunday, and have everything precut and packaged in little baggies like the good moms do on Pinterest. Problem is, in order to get up earlier; you need to go to bed early. By the time we get home from soccer practice, its bath, read, bed, and many times I fall asleep without wanting to. Which then of course leaves dirty dishes in my sink, and streaks on my tile floor. And don’t even get me started on grocery shopping. This particular chore to me is like getting a cavity filled. But grocery shopping on a Sunday is like getting a cavity filled, plus wisdom teeth removed, and blood drawn all at the same time. Painful right? That’s exactly what I think about getting my much-needed ingredients for a healthy week of meals on a Sunday afternoon.
I fail time and time again. But…..I keep going. I keep trying, and I keep failing at being perfect. That’s ok with me. Because I am a mess. I have come to terms with that. My mind is a mess, my schedule is a whirlwind of activities, and to be honest, my house isn’t picture perfect, inside or out. At the end of the day, however, it’s my life. It’s my gift. I’m lucky to have it every morning I wake up. The cherry on top is having the privilege to have conversations with two very important people while chauffeuring them around to the weekly soccer practice or dance performance. Sounds perfect to me.