because i don’t have much else to talk about at the moment, i thought i would pass along what it’s like to be me, most notably as a mama and how often i get distracted/sidetracked.
a brief snippet of a day in the life…
no sooner had i woke up but did we have a knock at the door. seriously? just the neighbor wanting to share something trivial. i stayed in bed while my mate listened until, after about 20 minutes (!!) he was able to get him to leave. i thought back to a time in my life many many moons ago when i would have welcomed such a visit.
today? NO!
(as i am typing this, i have this child whining because i told her “no” to her request to go someplace that is out of her boundary. summer has just begun and the whines of “i’m boooooored” have already taken hold, lest there is a child to play with and given i have texted every #$*%&! parent around, she is on her own to find something to do to occupy herself.)
after breakfast child and i head out to get a few things. arriving home, i attempt to upload a few things on the site. what would normally take a person sans child/family 20 minutes took me about an hour.
whoever made doors – i want to strangle today. open, shut. open, shut. in, out. “moooooooooooooooooooooom,” come the cries of yet another question/request. how do women survive this mentally?
finally get lunch prepared. stomach is growling. “uh, oh!” i hear. turning towards the table i see my freshly purchased kambucha.
all. over. the. table.
spillage.
oh yes i wanted to do another load of laundry, i hear go through my mind.
it’s ok. we’ll just pick it up, i say.
off to the washer i go to toss in a load. #2 for today. i come out and notice the kambucha had also spilled on my chair pad.
wash that off, go and toss it on the clothes line outside.
lunch is still waiting for me. quesadilla’s with homemade guacamole. sliced peaches. stomach is still growling.
i sit down and notice child has not eaten the quesadilla.
“want me to cut it for you?” i ask.
“yes, please” she says with a rather pathetic look. children come hardwired with that look. i see it a dozen times a day. at least.
stomach still grumbling, i cut it up for her, smile and pass it back.
finally i put the tasty delight into my mouth, staring outside, the trees swaying in the breeze. silence. food. what a combination!
“mom,” i hear, interrupting my silence.
“yes?” i ask.
she wants me to text her friend’s mama for a playdate.
after i eat, i say.
go back to eating and watching the scenes of nature.
“mom,” i hear, “guess what.”
guess what. that always means a story is forthcoming. ALWAYS. and it is never a short one. NEVER. [wp-svg-icons icon=”cool” wrap=”i”]
“what,” i say.
i listen as she talks of this boy and that boy and this girl and that girl and who said what and when and how funny and then she giggles.
i smile.
return to silence.
“mom,”…..
“sweetie mama needs quiet for just a few minutes, ok?” i say.
(as i am typing i am being summoned again so BRB)…..
where was i? oh yes – mama needing quiet.
she agrees to (interrupted again – we keep forgetting to drop off a “thank you” card so i am being requested to do this NOW. after i finish this up, i tell her. slam goes the thank you card. she is not happy with my decision.)….
she agrees to (oh joy here come the whines. she knows the rule for that – whines are ok in so long as they are done in the bedroom. does she follow that one? more or less, yes, well, no, not really.)
ok sooooo SHE AGREES TO MY DESIRE FOR SILENCE. you still with me? we are back at lunch. (another interruption has occurred – neighbor has a visitor – the lawn mowing guy. she has to let me know that. thank goodness for that – the lawn is almost 2 feet high and spewing grass seed/pollen our way DAILY).
aye, where was i.
oh bother. it doesn’t matter. i did not get the silence i wanted because, according to my memory she began to talk after a minute or so.
and i just realized i forgot something at the store.
some may be saying “hey what about your husband? where is he in this play-by-play narrative?”
he’s mowing the neighbor’s lawn (the neighbor on the other side of us). always doing what we can to bring the $$ stuff in. and some things need to get taken care of.
isn’t it funny? when the house or car needs something done, we make sure it happens.
but when we the humans need something? we put that on the back burner for “some day when”.
like say a vacation. i would LOVE to take my family to the coast for 2 weeks. find a nice home to rent. the last time we did that was pre-baby. my mate and i saved for many weeks to make that trip happen. we couldn’t afford the $1000/week homes so we had a friend whose parents had a refurbished trailer. $250 for the week. we snagged it.
you know the saying. you get what you pay for. (i really dislike that phrase, btw.)
it was refurbished in the living room. the rest? no. the bedrooms were, well, let’s just say we slept in separate beds because the beds were tiny and in the room i slept in – the window above the bed leaked.
we enjoyed ourselves as best as we could but it was not a restful vacation. that’s hard to do when the sleeping quarters are uncomfortable.
i know this piece is humorous and at times tongue-in-cheek, but there is a point. we royally have messed up this system called “family”. isolation. pay to live. not nearly enough support. tribal living is the answer. and where if there is truly something you want, desire and/or need, you have access to it and it is NOT dependent upon your bank account.
such a way of Being/Living is one i continue to see and seek ~ call forth.
a day in the life (leaving you with the song which ironically enough i heard at the store today…)….
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victoria
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