It’s only 11:00 am and I have already failed today. I failed to make it out of the house this morning without having a petty argument with my husband. I failed trying to talk to my tween about all the stuff I probably should in the brief time I have alone with him in the car. I failed to get through a quick quiz of the twin’s spelling word list without telling one of them if he rolled his eyes one more time I would lose my mind. Guess what? He rolled them again and I kept my promise of losing my mind. I failed to make it through a trip to the grocery store without letting my almost two year old play with my phone. I failed to leave Kroger without stopping at Mcdonalds for an iced coffee before heading home. I failed to remember everything I should have at the grocery. I failed to get all the groceries put away without having to yell (that’s right yell, not say) “No” to my red headed gremlin several times. I could have probably looked a little more presentable in public too.
I got dressed today, I put on my best pair of sweat pants, put my hair in a pony tail, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I certainly could have looked worse. I told my tween I loved him and kissed him on the top of the head before he exited the van. I also watched him help a student carry in his stuff as the other child had too much in his hands. I’m doing an ok job with that oldest boy. I kissed that stubborn husband of mine on the lips before I left for the day and told him that I loved him. The twins knew their spelling words when they left for school this morning and they were told, “I love you and have a great day” before piling out of the van. I got enough food today to be sure my family is fed this week and I can always run back out another day for what I forgot. I doubt I ruined the red head’s academic career with the ten minutes of Mickey Mouse he watched on my phone. Bonus, he ate half a banana while we were there! My iced coffee was delicious and well worth it. That’s no longer a fail, it’s a success. I did get all the groceries put away and after he attempted to hit me out of frustration over God knows what, I scooped up my baby and he sat in my lap and I let him ruin a few more brain cells by watching Puppy Dog Pals.
Somedays I am at my best. Somedays I am at my worst. Most days I am somewhere in between. Right now though, I’m just at peace, in my messy living room with this gremlin in my lap.