I laughed at myself today, as I struggled with HB to remove his shorts. He had been sitting in juice or something, and was soaked. I was sitting in the computer chair, and he was standing in front of me. Every time I gave his pants a tug, he would sit down.
But I kept trying.
I am dedicated.
He tired of this gig quickly, and began climbing me. What? Didn't you know? I am a TREE. So each time he lifted up a leg, I yanked on the pantleg. No such luck.
Eventually, and by eventually I mean, eight minutes later, I flipped him upside-down, and dropped him on his head whilst holding tightly to the shorts pulled his shorts to the ceiling.
It happens every day, me beating my head against the proverbial wall trying to accomplish something, only to discover that if I turn the situation on its head everything works out.
But I kept trying.
I am dedicated.
He tired of this gig quickly, and began climbing me. What? Didn't you know? I am a TREE. So each time he lifted up a leg, I yanked on the pantleg. No such luck.
Eventually, and by eventually I mean, eight minutes later, I flipped him upside-down, and dropped him on his head whilst holding tightly to the shorts pulled his shorts to the ceiling.
It happens every day, me beating my head against the proverbial wall trying to accomplish something, only to discover that if I turn the situation on its head everything works out.
I just wish I could slow down enough to actually have time to process what it is I am doing, and figure it out before there's a head-shaped crater in the drywall. I think a big part of why I'm so tired is not taking a minute to breathe before I dive in, again and again and again. I just keep driving the little K car that is me, and don't stop for anything until the very last possible second.
One more thing to work on.
Thank God for His provision for we sleep-deprived moms. Dropped my treasured child on her head, too. She turned out just fine :)
ReplyDeleteI was just kidding about the head dropping, really. But one time, when Miss O was about 5 months old, she flipped off the changing table and I very nearly lost it. The Mister came home (because I made him) and I was ten shades of green and clasping her to me whilst sitting on the edge of the bed trying not to vomit. And she was laughing. Naturally.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment Pamela. Head bop or not, I admire that dedication!
ReplyDeletelove the new pictures of the family -
ReplyDeletehave to look twice @ mr. pamela to recognize him with the short hair...
It's amazing how tough their little melons are. Every day when I come home from work, my Wee Three come running (and screaming) out to meet me... which would be heartwarming if their little noggins weren't just the right height to make me a falsetto if I'm not careful. (Picture me with one on each hip and standing on one foot like a flamingo trying to guard home base with my knee while the other one charges me.)
ReplyDeleteJON- IF YOU HAD BEEN A DRUMMER IN THE YOUNGER DAYS THIS WOULD NOT BE A PROBLEM....:) GUITAR WASNT IT?
ReplyDeleteOOPS- caps lock on again...didnt mean to yell at ya! need to remember to pay attention when i am not doing work that it is on.
ReplyDeletehope you gardens are growing! oh and i want to try some of that coffee you keep mentioning:)