Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Just Remember That Feeling

  Something is rotting in my fridge. Right now there is two pizza's, a chicken, a raw steak, some eggs and not a single vegetable (well maybe one avocado and some cucumber), there are some apples and REALLY old oranges and various forms of milk and milk products. I seem to go grocery shopping every couple days and its not like I have four teenage boys in the house but I can't keep meals on my table or produce in my fridge (unless it is rotting). Quite frankly I don't want to clean my fridge. I want my mom to do it....oh wait..I AM the mom.
   My living room has all the kitchen chairs arranged just so on the floor and quiltes draped over the couches to make a fort that I will get to clean up tonight after everyone is in bed because I can't negotiate with an eight year old and a five year old...why you wonder? How lame is that you think? Yup, my negotiation skills are done...gone about six years ago. Two small children are playing with dolls, and diapers, spoons, various articles of clothing, a winter coat and a pot are on the floor. My eight year old is in the kitchen stealing chocolate cake. He is not that stealthy when he is mad. The baby is now climbing on the printer and I also just realized that while I was just typing he managed to color on all the doors on the left side of the hallway plus the walls. That took about five seconds, maybe ten ~ I guess my bionic ears are going too. I have laundry to do, a very trashed bathroom and I could go on and on.
  
If you do not have any children I just want you to take a moment....

Is your body your own? (as in when you want to take a shower or go out somewhere, or wear jewelry or nice clothes....you just do ~ without a second thought)?  Just remember the feeling.
Do you get sick days when you are sick (as in you don't have to nurse as you are puking or take care of someone else when you are just as sick as them)? Just remember the feeling.
Is your house messy because YOU made it messy (as in you only clean up your mess and you don't have to try to explain to a mouthy eight year old why him cleaning up his mess makes sense)? Just remember the feeling.
Do you get time to go to the bathroom and when you close the door no one bangs on it and screams until you come out? Just remember that feeling.
Do you get to listen to music you like when you like? Just remember that feeling.
Do you sleep in on weekends or your 'days off'? Just remember that feeling.
Do you go hang out with friends when you feel like it and text or chat on the phone at your leisure? Just remember that feeling.
I could go on. It is such a long time ago now that ANY of those things were mine to do I dont even really remember how it feels. It's okay though because this is the life I chose.
Choices.
They are yours. They change everything.
Thankful I get to make them.




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