We have been in the new house for a month now. It has flown by as we have a super long list of to dos! Although it feels like we’ve been busy working on the list, it has not shrunk very much.
Every single long hot shower still feels like a slice of heaven. Doing laundry in the house is amazing. Doing laundry and not depending (and waiting!) on The Hubby is more amazing.
As the “new house ” is starting to feel like just the “house”, I am reminded that the house is not what is important. The things that were missed so much while we were in the trailer are not important.
Two beautiful little girls and their silly dad are important. I could live in the trailer for eternity if that was where my cute little family was (ok, maybe not very joyfully).
As we cross off “taking irrationally sticky stickers off windows ” and “installing closet doorknobs that were on back order” (why?!) off of our to-do list, I will stop to enjoy these special people. I will take a breath when I’m feeling overwhelmed and snuggle. I will take a moment to roll across the room with Baby B or join the dance party with Little A. Because wherever I am with my three favorite people, I am home.
I always love it when things are not going so great and something terrible happens but I’m able to see humor and change my attitude. If only I could always let the silly things lead me but sometimes it takes hours or days to reflect and see that it wasn’t so bad.
A couple of nights ago, I was having a hard time with the little cuties when I felt something warm on my leg. I picked up Baby B and there was a puddle of poop on my pants. I just laughed, what else was there to do? I didn’t know where to start, so I took my pants off then changed Baby B. We don’t have curtains yet and it was dark so I had to do a funny crawl so our neighbors wouldn’t see! Then someone drove up to the house, eek! I had to run and get pants on… It was a funny couple of minutes and only because I let myself see the humor in the situation.
Today I missed the humor. I was bribing/ threatening/ begging (basically not good moming) my Little A to go potty on the potty before we left for my mom’s house. She is three and doing well at potty training but, let’s face it, she has many other important things to do. (Hello, we were leaving and she needed to get every bracelet, necklace, ring, and purse she owned on!) When I turned around to see a little puddle on the carpet behind Baby B. Poop. On our less than a month old carpet. Right on the very first piece of carpet anyone will ever see in our house.
I didn’t laugh. It was a mess. I didn’t know where to start and I also had a naked toddler asking me why Baby B pooped on the carpet. I wasn’t at my best. I chose the wrong way to look at the situation. We survived it.
I had the girls all loaded up in their car seats when Little A announced that her ring fell off in Baby B’s car seat. I just couldn’t let this choking hazard slide so I searched. I weighed my options in my head and almost drove away without finding it but I just couldn’t. For five minutes I felt around every crevice in the back seat. Finally I found it and turned around to see the cat had joined us in the front seat. I still wasn’t laughing.
As we drove away I finally saw the humor. I’m glad I had the time to reflect because the more that I reflect the more that I realize our day is filled with silly little girls that make hilarious situations one after the other. I just have to choose to see it that way. Here’s to a funny tomorrow filled with good moming!