You have the car packed for an outing, 45 bags in your hand trying to get out the door, your kid(s) sitting there with only one shoe on because they just took one off after you put them both on. You're fumbling over all your bags trying to wrangle your dog, put the daggone shoe back on, and then after that's over, you turn your head for two seconds to shove the milk sippy cup in your bag that you almost forgot only to see that your kid just spilled cold coffee down her perfectly clean (and new) shirt.
You breathe a very, very deep breath (aka, a sigh), and drop all your bags. You tell your "uh-oh, uh-oh"ing toddler it's okay and march back up your billion townhouse steps to change her shirt. While up there, you realize you better soak that new shirt or else that stain will never come out. While rinsing that shirt for .3 seconds, the kid(s) find their way into something else. You know, like pulling all the books off the bookshelf, or playing (and breaking) all of momma's necklaces. Whatever.
You're all ready to leave now. You tell your kid it's time to go, and they want to jump to you instead of walk down the steps themselves. Fine. It's faster that way anyway. "I jump momma!" She jumps. Pregnant, tired momma sighs again, and wonders how long she'll be able to keep up with the jumping stairs act. For now, momma still can handle it. Sort of.
You realize that adorable clip you had placed perfectly in her hair mysteriously went missing before we even got in the car. Great. You then throw in the lime-green clip you found on your kitchen floor instead because you don't have the energy to search for the perfect one that actually matches, which is probably all the way in her bedroom, 3 floors up.
When you're finally ready to open that door to get all bodies in the car, your mischievous, sneaky little dog runs out beneath your feet and straight for the street. You drop the bags for the millionth time and go running for your dog before he A) gets hit by a car, or B) acts like some bad-A dog and starts barking up a storm at the poor little toddler boy across the street. Within a minute or so, you get your dog to
You coax the kid back to the car before she gets herself stung and we have that fiasco to deal with. You strap 'em in, after they've asked for their sunglasses (in which you must shove a bunch of crap on the floor to side to find in the first place) and then give her a book. You fling a bunch of bags into the car and then finally get into the drivers seat yourself, buckling your seatbelt, and thanking Jesus you've finally made it into the car. When...you realize you left your sunglasses just inside the door (that you just locked), and you will for sure need them on this extra sunny day.
Back in the house. Get your sunglasses. Back in the car. Turn up the music. Loud. And you're finally off.
And this is even prior to arriving at your destination. In which case we all know about a million other kid occurrences happen. Outfit changes. Diaper explosions. Running out of wipes. Dumped bag of goldfish everywhere. Meltdowns for no particular reason. You forgot the stroller. You name it.
I think you get the idea. And this is why moms run late so often, just sayin'. And? Double, triple, quadruple these scenarios depending on the number of kids you have. Truly. Granted, some days the stars align and you can get out of the house in a flash, or have a perfect, flawless time out. But most the time? I run into lots of little detours. Which is okay, and normal, I think.
Through all the little detours in my plans, throughout our day, due to little mishaps, or my kid just being a kid--I realize how much I have to just let go. I say a little prayer here and there to just have more patience. More grace. More go with the flow-type attitude. That's all I can do.
My reaction to situations, my ability to just chill-out and not stress over the little things then helps my attitude the rest of the day. It's a little thing, but something I pray as my family grows, that I'll be granted extra doses of patience.
Okay, loads of it, please.
*My friend Gina wrote a post the other day that spurred on this post. So thanks, G :)