Instead, I read about cows that type and cows that go on strike, and I realize that it is pretty sad that I am actually jealous of the cows, their typing, and especially of their strike.
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Instead, I don my best jeans and old navy tee, go out to a wing joint for wings and beer, bring the kiddies along because there is a playroom and the kids eat free, and come home to collapse in bed with my clothes still on.
Instead, I have a lived-in room that rivals the aftemath of a tornado. There are goldfish swimming on my carpet, there is a 3 year old's permanent marker artwork on my wall, and there is a broken, giant clock anchoring the wall that forever reads 5:51.
I want to play Wii Dance Party with my kids. I want to listen to their laughs as I attempt my best 'running man' dance move. I want to ignore the mountain of laundry that threatens to stage an avalache if I do not thin it out.
Instead, I play Wii Dance Party, I relish my kiddie's laughs, and I ignore Mt. Laundry for the time being.
I want to listen to my kiddie's adventures at school. I want to hear about hubs' day at work. I want to hang on their each and every word and experience the day through their eyes. I want to ignore the fact that it is 6:15, tummies are gurgling, and there is no dinner in sight.
Instead, I call Dominoes. I let a homecooked dinner go. We have pizza and play Monoply. All is right in my world.
My insteads . . .
My life. . .
My balance. . .
I love it, and I wouldn't change a thing.
******I am linking up with Mama Kat's writer's workshop this week. The prompt was finding balance.*******