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It's been a busy and stressful week I have deadlines to meet, a house that is messier than I think it has ever been and oh lets throw in there a tonsillectomy. So I've been a little off balanced and singularly focused this week. Namely on my son, and making sure he is drinking and recovering from his surgery.
Today we decided to venture out The doctors said as long as my son wasn't running around, playing rough, jumping, or contact sports for two weeks he could resume normal activity as soon as he felt like it. (Yes I realize that the previously mentioned activities are all "normal" activity for a 5yr old boy, we are all having a problem with that!). So today we ventured out so his sister could go to her gymnastics class. Now, due to a story for another time, we go to gymnastics at 9am.
We are no longer morning people. August (back to school) is going to hit this family like a rhino hitting a brick wall (it won't be pretty). We have been in afternoon preschool for a year. When we need to be somewhere before
10:00 10:30 it's stressful for everyone. On top of that, today I was busy fielding e-mails about a project, taking care of a little boy with two earaches (residual pain from surgery) and the said gymnast decided to sleep until 7:45. Remember how I said she didn't sleep?
So now it's 8:30 and instead of heading to the car I am still trying to get every one's things together and my stress level is rising. By the time we got there all I wanted to do was sit down and relax, which was of course not going to happen. She struggled with drop off, he couldn't wait for me to do his puzzle book with him. Deep breathes, deep breathes. We're getting into a groove and things are starting to relax when she comes running out. POTTY!
I sigh. We do this almost every week and 9 times out of 10 she never goes, ever. But I take her, strip her of her shorts and her leotard and wait, and wait, and wait. Yep nothing. I feel myself getting frustrated again. Shes dancing around talking a hundred miles a minute in her own language I don't understand and I just want her to put her legs in the right holes when she throws herself on me and hugs me. Tight. Lets go a little and then hugs me again. Tighter.
I smile and relax.
I tell her thank you, it was just what I needed and we go on with our class.
That stolen little moment in the bathroom stall was just what I needed to gear myself up to accept the inevitable dragging of feet, messes, running late and constant talking of toddlers. It's what go me through the day accepting that things were left undone. It fueled me until our evening routine when I was again wrapped in those chubby little arms and squeezed so tight, and kissed all over my face.
Sometimes all we need is a little moment of pure love to remind us of what's important. To recharge our batteries and lift us up.