Maybe I should care that my two boys are still playing the Wii at 10:30 on a school night. Or that my oldest daughter didn't go to school today because her little sister was home sick, so she wanted a day off too. Or that my children ate cold cereal and hot chocolate for dinner, and haven't had a vegetable or fruit in a couple days. Or that I took Logan to Walmart today at 4:00, still in his pajamas from last night. Or that I didn't ever put on a bra today . . .even for the Walmart shopping and doctor appointment. Or that my husband's dirty socks have been in the middle of my bedroom for many days. Or that I have to use a strong wrench to get my dishwasher to work. Or that my son claims he can only clean a bathroom if he's listening to music on maximum volume. Or that my baseboards and walls look like a child has hit them repeatedly with sharp objects . . .because that's exactly what's happened. Or that my van smells like a garbage dump. Or that yet another doorknob was broken today by the kids. Or that I have a strange fluorescent pink stain in the middle of the family room carpet. Or that the bottom drawer in my fridge is growing fuzzy white mold.
But I don't. After recently dealing with a week of illogical anxiety and panic attacks, I only care that I spent the day happily playing and laughing with my kids.
3 comments:
We had a very similar day! ha ha
I am so grateful to be able to read about other women who "don't care" like myself! Miss you Ali & hope you have a great holiday season!
I kind of wish there was a "like" button on blogs. Thanks for always posting about real life, Ali. My days are much like this, and I'm with ya, Who cares? Pretty soon our kids will be grown up and out of the house and we'll miss all of this crazy stuff. :) :)
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