When Mad Dog is out of town for work, I decide this is the time in which not only do I have to be supermom, but I have to do it perfectly. My belief system, as crazy as it sounds, deems it necessary that if I can keep my boys happy and smiling while Mad Dog is away, then I must be doing my ‘job’ right.
Let me say it right now. This is insane.
So what if Full Speed is angry I made him wear a jacket to school this morning (it was cold, yes, 60 degrees in Florida is considered cold)? So what if T.Puzzle pouts because I didn’t have his favorite kind of pancake readily available for breakfast (Confetti Pancakes by Aunt Jemima in case you are wondering)? Oh, and let’s not forget my minor meltdown because Full Speed’s new teacher scheduled an open house with only three days notice. It took a phone call to my sister who thankfully answered to tell me what to do. It was so simple. Skip karate, have Mad Dog’s Dad watch the boys and go to the open house alone. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Why didn’t I see this simple solution? Because my inner perfect Mommy critic told me I needed to take my boys to karate like I promised Mad Dog. He didn’t know there was an open house when he left and neither did I. For some reason, I couldn’t deviate from my original plan. My sister gave me the permission I needed so I could.
Thank goodness my sister was a voice of calm reason. I guess that’s why if you are lucky enough to have one, you are infinitely blessed because they can come through for you in the most unexpected and very appreciated ways.
Maybe I can let my inner critic soften a little bit or at least offer her a shot of tequila (I mean loosen up, girl!), and stop looking at how I am falling short of perfection. I need to flip my belief system upside down.
How about all the times Full Speed and T.Puzzle shared a genuine giggle with me while Mad Dog is away? Or how ‘Dust Buster Tag’ is their new favorite pasttime (my floors are cleaner for it)? Or how about the basic fact that they are clothed, fed, bathed and quite simply loved (even when they are angry and/or pouting)?
Love is patient, love is kind…, it’s anything you want it to be except perfect.
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