I’ve reached a plateau.
I’ll call it “gliding.” Sounds nice, right?
Problem is, this gliding involves a stasis– it’s more like an aircraft holding pattern.
I’m someone who likes movement… A busy body who experiences terrible bouts of depression when I am not doing something “constructive.”
Back to the stasis. Every few weeks, my daughter falls (not so neatly) into a schedule or behavior pattern that will allow me time to focus on my perpetual to-do list (taking a 4 minute shower, sitting down to eat, finding a cure for cancer, etc.) Most new moms (generalizing here) would revel in some new-found “me” time, no? Many might even take this time to put their feet up and relax, and deservingly so.
I think of the things I should be doing; training for a marathon so that I can have an Instagram photograph taken of my doting family meeting me at the finish line (this will be posted on Facebook, of course); transforming my daughter’s school lunch into an elaborate presentation of geometric expression through P, B & J tangrams; researching the accuracy of scientific measuring equipment used by the world’s best baristas; making sure my television is on for exactly 30 minutes a day for educational/developmental purposes, only… just to name a few.
In reality I do none of these things.
Well, aside from running and my nasty Instagram habit that I vehemently try to downplay, I usually enjoy my bi-weekly glide by obsessively cleaning around, over and under my daughter as she ODs on Yo Gabba Gabba & Elmo.
Yes, TV happens, folks. Deal with it.
Look out, righteous, overachieving moms because 2013 will be the year I will mom harder. better. faster and stronger… Or at least blog as if I will. And I can blog a very good game.
Here’s to putting my feet up. Let the games begin!