Last Tuesday I received a diagnosis of strep and double ear infection because apparently all moms in their 40’s have the immune system of a 6-year-old.
On Thursday I helped my teenager pack his luggage for his first overseas mission trip.
On Friday I hugged my teenager tight and put him on an airplane with 13 other people.
On Saturday I had a birthday party for my newly crowned eleven-year-old and her school friends. (All while reminding my seven-year-old that her birthday turn will arrive next month).
And on Sunday after church our extended family of eleven took our birthday girl to Spotsy Towne Center and celebrated her at the yumminesss of Bravo.
By Sunday evening, I was passed out on the couch, barely awake and officially declared that any and all Mama-jobs were done for the day.
So, you can imagine my surprise when my girls came flying in from bouncing on the trampoline and expected more from me. They began to question what was going to be for dinner. Who did they think I was? Rachel Ray?
I am done little loves. Mama’s kitchen and her brain are closed.
The conversation went something like this:
"Mom, what’s for dinner?"
"Ummmm, well, we ate a late lunch which was technically NEAR the hours we call dinner. So, go get yourself a banana."
After blank confused stares, they emerged from the kitchen with bananas, chips and salsa.
That felt like a well-balanced meal and I didn’t have to raise a pot, pan, spatula,or condiment.
Well played girls.
Next up: "Go bathe, lay your clothes out for tomorrow, get your backpacks ready and I’ll meet you on the couch for an episode of something." (all said while not leaving my comfy sofa-spot).
Cheers heard all around.
You may call this lazy. I call it Strategic-Sunday-Night-Parenting.
Monday morning arrived and I felt more refreshed; ready to accomplish great things! The kitchen reopened and a hot breakfast was prepared, lunches were made, humming came from my lips and dancing from my hips as I flittered around the kitchen.
Mama, give your kids the fantastic opportunity to show off their responsibility-muscles. Every now and then, you need to close your kitchen and your brain without the weight of any guilt.