London is sleeping still -- so I should be flying around like a crazy lady, Ransom is chitty chatting beside me and sharing my coffee, and the two biggest Hoolies are sprawled on the couch watching a movie. Yes a movie. At 8:00 a.m. No judgey.
Kev and I have been passing like ships in the night these past several days - literally tagging in and tagging out as he comes home from work and I head out for an evening shift of waittressing...so last night he put his foot down and said enough was enough.
I believe his exact words were: "I refuse to be a slave to the tyranny of the urgent."
My evening plans had involved going over to our new place to paint until Midnight or so, because a friend had out of the blue offered to watch my kids for free...so it was just so very obvious to me that we would take her up on the offer and go and kill things over there. Hello. No brainer.
He texted me from work and said: "Don't you think it would be a good idea to just be together as a family this evening?"
I texted him back and said: "Well, stuff is not going to get done by itself, and we only have 10 days to ransack the place."
He said: "I think we all need to reconnect."
I said: "Ten days."
He said: "It'll get done."
I said: "Ten...Days."
He said: "What's your name again? I forgot...because I haven't seen you since July."
He didn't say that...but he was right.
|My canned goods and my basement are now in our new abode. |
The rest of my house is a different story.
We had a cozy supper together as a family -- with real veggies and something that looked a whole lot different than toast or cereal -- and then we packed up the Hoolies and took them out for icecream. It was good. It was needed. And he was right.
I think that in most marriages, the wife has the finger on the pulse of the family. It doesn't really work that way with ours. I could be a workaholic, easily. I can justify that a whole stretch of "crazy" is just for a "season"....and before I know it, one season flows into another...and eventually we would be sitting across from each other having serious marriage problems.
|London & Ransom's room. Although I don't want a "girly girl"...this is a little much for me.|
|And so it shall come off the walls.|
It's a growth point, a character flaw...what have you.
But I know me, and I know my tendencies. It's a major weakness of mine, and so I'm not even going to open that Pandora's box until this "season" of motherhood looks like a way different "season" than it does right now. Good Heavens, I'm completely twitchy over a room that still needs to be painted at our new place.
So, there you have it.
I'm growing and I'm learning.
But, it's Kev who keeps us all in check.
|Stripping wallpaper is of the devil. Of this I am certain.|
And, by God's grace...it'll get done with no collateral damage.
The kids will feel loved, and they'll feel safe and secure with this huge change.
Kev and I will maintain our sense of humor and we'll stay re-connected.
I won't get my pants in a wad, and my words will be kind.
|It's also really good to have friends invite you to step away from the tyranny of the urgent, as well....|
"How we spend our days is in fact...how we live our lives." ~ Author Unknown.