If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Kathy Fictorie
If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she’ll find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook (“101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger”).
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The check book is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year old’s diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are…
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
I am impressed by her creativity…and spot on assessment.
I didn’t have a whole lot to say today, but I realized something in the middle of an exhausted haze. (see: random midnight poopy diaper and corresponding wide awake son for the rest of the night)
(see also: any and all grammar, spelling, or punctuation issues are results of said exhausted haze)
Other than the absolutely brainy lightbulb moment when I realized, “Oh wow. I guess I’m just really tired,” I also concluded that it’s okay to need time and space for myself. As long as that is not my biggest focus – i.e. my children and husband are number two and three respectively. If you don’t know my number one priority, I am not shouting it loud enough.
I get that I am a wife and mother. I understand I am a woman of faith and responsible for maintaining my priorities in the correct order.
I also get that I’m human. And it’s okay for me to be – for lack of a better word – human. I’m not going to get lightning striking me when I have a selfish moment. I won’t be chastised or rebuked for liking my silence and solitude – especially since I don’t have much of it nowadays.
I know that when I’m well-rested and refreshed from my quiet times, I respond with greater positivity to the situations and circumstances that surround me.
One of my aunts and I talked today for a little while. I liked what she told me, because I need to remember it more often. I may respond better in the rested times, but I also need to know that those times are not always available – especially in this phase of life. (see: zombie mom with smalls) However, it is my reaction during those exhausted, zombie-like times of life that are the true measure of my character and selflessness.
I will never be a mom who sends her kids to day care and spends all week long on manicures, book clubs, and living it up. Don’t get me wrong; those things are not bad at all. I just know that for me, those things are not going to mean much in the light of my eternal perspective. And I need to remember that the eternal perspective is SO much bigger.
That’s why I still love my kids and my husband after a long and exhausting day. That’s why my housework fades into the background while I read the wonderful adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh – for the 5 millionth time. That’s why my exhaustion may make me lose perspective – and well, everything else along the way – but it will not be permanent and it WILL pass.
Hey, I had time to write this blog didn’t I?
Maybe I just need a refresher course on time management.