My husband ran my littlest up to the neighbor, Jenny's house, under strict instructions to make it quick. He came back to the house 15 minutes later with no Ava and a bewildered look on his face. I said, "Where is Ava?" He said, "She went in and never came out!" I said, "What? Why are you here? GO GET HER!" He said, "I just wanted to change my pants.?" "WHAT?, NO! We don't have time for that!", I kinda said super emphatically.
During their shenanigans, remember my optimism? It was clearly a false hope. I went to Bella's closet where I KNEW that dress was, only to find, no such dress. It is here, I know it! I checked three more times. I told Bella to hang tight while I check about David's shirt, which I have no recollection of him ever owning. I question him about the description, (still unsure about the authenticity of his ownership) and swears he got it a few weeks ago, ya know, REMEMBER, MOM! Clearly, I have short term memory issues.
I'm starting to see doubt on their faces and smiles are fading. I say to both them, still hoping for a win, lets head down to the laundry room, they must be there. Once we are in the laundry room we look for the outfits and finally it is time to face the elephant in the room. I mean, it is a literal elephant, a pile of folded, unfolded, and dirty laundry the size of an elephant. My son, he wants to say it, but he just knows not to. My daughter starts to tear up, she knows. We are NEVER finding the outfits, we have lost the battle.
My youngest daughter is the only one who comes out victorious, she leaves for school proudly in a green Santa Claus dress, mismatched socks, and sneakers. I asked her, "what on earth took so long?" She replied,"finding the perfect necklace, mommy". I'm assuming her twin was wearing the same thing? My goodness gracious, please don't let it all have been for nothing!
I have to be honest here, these little guilt creepers (not my kids-just a word for guilt) found their way into my heart and I started to feel bad about myself as a Mom. I also took that frustration out on the kids, because someone had to get blamed, they were blaming me, I was blaming them. At one point my husband found me defeated back in bed. He said go downstairs and see the kids off to school, this is no ones fault. My husband marched me downstairs and straightened me and the kids out. They left happy and I started the rest of my day with a smile. I went to breakfast with my mom and stepdad and we laughed about it.
However, when you are in the middle of things you just do not see the humor in it, do you? Anyone that knows me, knows that organization, laundry, consistency, these are not strengths of mine. It took me a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time to realize that these things alone do not equal my success as a mom, wife, friend, daughter, etc. I stopped hyper focusing on those things and turning my eyes towards being the best Libby that I can be, Soul (God), Mind, Body(fitness) so that I could pass that on to my beautiful children. I think teaching them how to cultivate a healthy soul, body, and mind is the most important job of all. As Francesca Batistelli, sings, "In the middle of my big old mess, I forget how big I'm blessed".
Fit N' Fun Mama Out!
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