School gets out tomorrow.
All week long, I’ve been counting down they days until my freedom is gone. Today, I tried to make it to a yoga class but I just couldn’t get my motivation together. The dreaded feeling of loosing all of my freedom has hit me HARD.
I’m not one of those chicks that just parents with ease. I actually have to work at it. When my men are at home they are entitled to a fair amount of freedom. But when we’re not here, I watch them like a hawk to make sure they are mindful of others around them.
My hawk watching hours are about to triple.
And I’m not ready.
The quiet and space of only things I need is about to go away. Hearing “mom” 100 times a day will triple as well and
I’m.
Just.
NOT!
Ready.
Today, I was trying to plan my last two days of freedom. Two yoga classes, some thrift store shopping and deep cleaning before the two tornadoes are home sounded perfect. Trying to get motivated, I was scrolling through pinterest when I came across this image.
This is exactly the image I was thinking about! IT shows my freedom being taken away.
Or does it?
The more I looked at this picture, I couldn’t tell if the fence was being built or flying away.
That’s when it hit me.
Perceptions.
I’ve spent the last six years home with my men and sometimes their friends. I’ve survived every year. And when I think about it, we’ve actually had a lot of fun. We don’t have to get up super early and be rushed in the morning. We can each arise at the time that works for us, leisurely eat breakfast and enjoy each others company outside.
Maybe I haven’t caught the last few yoga classes on purpose. Maybe the home time is what I need to prep our house so we can have the best summer yet.
Either way, my perceptions might change on day one. I don’t know what’s going to happen when were all at home together.
But I do know this: they are only young once and as much of a pain in the ass they can be I’m soaking up all the mom moments because one day they won’t need me. I can guarantee that will hit me worse than a measly summer vacation.
I’ve printed this image, posted it on my desk.
I’m being freed, not caged.
Much love,
Jes xoxo