I need a last day of summer do-over.
But that’s what happens when we heap a mere 24 hours of our lives with expectations and to-do’s and won’t-this-be-fun-it-will-only-take-a-few-minutes.
We simply can’t do it all. So I need to stop trying to live like we can.
Their list of activities was long and unreasonable and expensive.
Gus’s list was short: cry so I can be nursed constantly. All morning long.
Makes for a hard day and hard choices.
In the end, we wound up at home doing #58 on Rachel’s list.
Now they are wearing their Christmas dresses and my high heels (I do have some, shocking, I know) and parading around.
Guess what? They’re happy.
They’re over the abandoned park, the impromptu stop to buy diapers, the frustration of our early morning.
Maybe I won’t need a do-over after all.
Faithful readers, I have done it again. Overscheduled my life. Someday I will learn. Until then, bear with the sporadic posting schedule, because once I make it through this brief season, I am praying for the ability to prioritize and focus more on this love of words.