I am missing extra curriculars BIG TIME today. I miss waking up at 5am to get my son to the arena for an early morning practice and then racing to get my daughter to dance on time and then home to get whoever to where ever. Oh, and the grocery dash. I loved that stuff and in fact, I thrived off that stuff. I would complain about how busy I was, but deep down, I was glowing because it made me feel good to know my kids were doing things that made them happy! …. and it also got them out of the house for a while. Mama needs a break, too. 😉
I miss going to the grocery store without taking my life into my hands and I miss taking my kids to the park. I miss physically seeing friends and I miss getting hugs. I swear, I will come out to ALL the things when this is all over. I took so many of those invites for granted. And I’m crying about it today. Well, not actually crying but I’m giving myself the gears for missing out on some good times.
I had a quick text convo with one of my co-workers today, while I was reorganizing the mud room (I’m blowing my own mind with the chores getting done) and she helped me realize that the world might actually become a better place after all this is said and done. In case ya missed it, I’m talking about the post-covid world. I mean, given we all take this into our hands and act responsibly, the future has potential to become something we can only dream of right now. And how exciting could that be? We’re learning a lot here, just by being told to stay put. It turns out that many of our jobs can be remote if need be- will this make it easier for parents to stay home to care for their children when they’re sick? Quite possibly. Or how about being able to tune in during that pilates class you just can’t make because your spouse is working late? Another option. And it looks like the majority of you can make your own bread now- could this mean that we’re going to be cutting back our consumption of processed food? We’re learning how to plant seedlings and watching home gardens grow- and if that doesn’t require patience, than I don’t know what does! And best yet, we are proving how adaptable we are. We’ve taken on some big job titles here, such as; teacher, gourmet chef, baker, housekeeper extraordinaire, accountant, detective, movie critique and couch potato. <– the last one really resonates, I don’t know about you. Just kidding, I totally did the push up challenge today. I almost made it to 10!
So, I miss the hustle and bustle. I’m completely mourning over the fact that we aren’t hitting our first dance competition next weekend and missing the first football practices. Instead, we’re sitting at home and doing chores and learning to make the best out of the quiet. Let me rephrase that as ‘quiet’ is not something we do well, if at all. We’re enjoying the fact that we have nowhere to be…. and that’s still a lie because I’m not enjoying that fact. Maybe I’m best off saying that we are doing our best to enjoy BEING TOGETHER. And that is seriously no easy task for 5 siblings. I’ll do an Instagram LIVE one of these days and show you what an actual day looks like around here. And fair warning, it might give you anxiety if you’re a Type-A personality. Peanut butter smeared walls, anyone? But, we have a great future to look towards. I think we’ve seen a lot of companies pull together and show not only OPPORTUNITY, but EMPATHY as well. These are two key words in my vocabulary. The world is totally changing and we have every right to mourn the what was, but we also need to keep in mind that perhaps, the best is truly to come.
And, today… I will miss our previous life. I may cry, I may yell and I may even stare off into space, not really knowing if I’m coming or going. I’ve loaded coconut oil in my hair (because I hear coconut oil cures everything) and I’m sipping on my lemon ginger tea. My chores are done for the day, dinner is about to be prepared and my intentions for tonight are to throw on some movie and read a book that has absolutely nothing to do with self-improvement. #saturdaynightandtheairisgettinghot
Cincodemumyo 