Mommy MotivationOctober 17, 2013
Bill is in Alabama for work. That means I am a single parent for the next 48 hours.
This morning, when I was thinking about all of the wonderful Daddy-is-gone things we might do tonight, I imagined all sorts of fun-filled adventures. Adventures involving ice cream parlors, or maybe a Mommy-and-Kalahurka-Kiddo trip to Waldo Pizza.
But as the day wore on . . . as I faced one unpleasant client situation after another . . . my vision began to shift.
That is, the focus of my vision began to shift from the fun to the reality.
Where I had at first focused only on a happy family eating delicious pizza, my mind began to add images of getting the kids in and out of the car and wrangling them both across a busy street to the pizza parlor by myself. I began to envision what they would likely do to me when we got inside. The old distract and destroy, if you know what I mean . . .
Well, it’s the time-honored sibling tradition that goes something like this. One kiddo distracts the Mommy (e.g., Amelia slides under the booth and escapes out the end, running madly to the candy machines near the front of the restaurant). While I am fully engaged in the capture of Amelia, Billy destroys . . . our entire pizza . . . by happily pouring his chocolate milk on top.
Anyway, as the day wore on, and as I started thinking about how our evening was ACTUALLY going to play out, the thought of two-on-one, out-on-the-town adventures began to seem less and less enticing.
And then I remembered Billy is potty training . . . .
That’s it. Decision made. Pizza / Ice Cream Outing = Not Happening.
I was going to pick up the kids from preschool, tuck my tail and hurry home.
We did just that, but I admittedly felt bad about not giving them a special Daddy-is-gone adventure. I felt so guilty, in fact, that a large part of me really wanted to make it a fun, parental-engaged evening at our house.
But my tired body and fizzled brain just wanted to prop my darling offspring in front of the television, skip bath and pretend bedtime was an hour early.
And I felt even more guilty.
At this point, I realized that I was SERIOUSLY in need of some Mommy Motivation. So I decided to try what I do on those mornings when my brain wants to go running, knows I will feel guilty all day if I don’t, but my sleepy body refuses to crawl out of the snuggly blankets. When that happens, I turn on my happy music, and it helps me to get moving.
So I tried that here.
As soon as I got the kiddos in the car, I queued up the “happy music running playlist” on my iPhone. All the way home, I sang along. Soon the kids stopped fighting and whining and they started singing too.
We sang all through unloading, and we kept the music going while we made dinner (no pizza — mac and cheese and hot dogs — not THAT motivational).
We sang all the way through bath.
And then the playlist ended. My energy ended with it, but it was a sufficient effort such that I don’t feel totally guilty.
We had some fun. We ate. The kids are clean and snuggled up in their footy pajamas . . . . watching The Little Mermaid until they fall asleep.
I’ll take it. I’m definitely not going to make Parenting Magazine, but I made it to bedtime as a temporary single-parent-working-mom without excessive guilt.
And so we go . . . .