Michelle: Week 15

I’m tired, really really tired right now.  Tired like I just had a baby tired.  Tired like I could fall asleep right here if I just lay my head down on this nice, warm, cozy, dining room table.   It’s not like I’ve been doing that much… ok, so maybe I overdid it this weekend.  Saturday was a run with my  husband(YAY S!!) and the kids in a stroller and in the afternoon Capoeira, today it was work out with Tina and Capoeira.  But it’s more than that, this last week has been beautiful, and the sun shines through my window around 6:30,   and I am often getting to bed around 11pm.   That is not enough sleep for me, it’s not good and I lose my patience easy when I’m irritable.

But with this wonderful weather comes spring cleaning!  This week we went through old toys and picked some to give away. We also went through our closets and did the same.  My daughter loves dressing up, changing her socks, underwear, clips, and clothes multiple times a day.  I sorted through her winter clothes, folded them and boxed them up till next season.    She saw me do this; we actually did most of this together.  Next morning she wants her green pants and green long sleeve sweater to wear; I tried to convince her otherwise, but was coaxed into getting these out of the winter box.

The next morning she tried it again.  “I want my grey jogging pants, to match my grey hoodie!!”  She continually screamed, pouted and asked for about 20 minutes. I was already tired for the day and I explained that she has nice summer clothes in her room to wear, and that I am not going to go down to the box every day she wants something wintery.

Another 20 minutes pass.  At this point, I am getting on with my morning, thinking that Dad had already left for work.  He came up to talk to her and I heard him explaining the concept of summer and winter to her.  I walked in the door ready to put in my 2 cents and he looked at me as a light bulb went on in his head.

He explained “maybe C wants to wear her grey jogging pants because Mommy is wearing all grey this morning.”  I looked at him, and realized that I have married a genius!  My god, 40 minutes of arguing what to wear and this is what it was about!!

Immediately all of our attitudes changed and we started to communicate properly.  I ask C if she was willing to trade 2 pair of pants that are currently in her closet for her grey jogging pants.  She was happy to, and I was happy to do it for her.  Boy are we glad that dad came back in that morning or what?!

I thought about it afterwards… you know I looked terrible, I just woke up and was wearing loungewear while getting breakfast ready.  But my little girl wanted to be like me, not because I was all decked out, with my makeup and hair done, or because I have designer clothing.  She doesn’t care what car I drive, how much I pay for something, or how many errands I can run in 1 week.  She wants to be like me, because I am her Mom.  And I am her Mom, from the moment I wake up till the moment I wake up the next day.    I check in for this job every morning weather I’m ready or not.  I can’t wait for a cup of coffee, to figure out if I can handle this day or not… I’ve punched the time clock at my job, tired, dressed in grey, and now aware of whom is in charge of my evaluation.