My weekday mornings are frantic and frenzied, they often include phrases like, "I am leaving and I don't care if you aren't wearing underwear."
The "Mommy, where is my other mitten?" and the "Mommy, my pee went UP instead of DOWN!!" and my personal favorite, "Mommy, my head it too big for this shirt!" utilize both my time and energy, two resources that are in short supply on weekdays.
This is why I woke on Saturday morning filled with such good intentions.
We had a rare Saturday morning at home, no wrestling until 1 PM. The hours stretched before me with promise.
But....by 10 AM I sat in my dining room surrounded by thousands of tiny scraps of scissor snips, covered in glue and bits of crushed up noodles that we used as "sprinkles." I wore three sports bra's and my running shoes, evidence of my feeble attempt to exercise, an attempt thwarted by the ultimate demise of my 8 year old treadmill, sputtering, jerking and finally lurching to a stop. I was defeated.
My sad bowl of "oat-me-milk" (a.k.a. oatmeal) sat on the kitchen counter, cold and forgotten, a silent reminder of the morning that I meant to have. The two cups of coffee that brought me to functionality at 6 A.M. had turned on me, giving me the shakes.
When my love walked through the door at 11 AM I was surrounded by three Valentine making Monkey machines. No rooms had been cleaned, no laundry folded, no bathtubs scrubbed. My dresser was still buried under mounds of "undesirable" clothing items. I shook my head sadly and said, "This is as far as I got."
He walked over and gently kissed me on the forehead and said, "That is just far enough."
I love him.