It may be too hot for this time of year and this Mommy might be about ready to melt into a puddle of warm goo, but there’s at least one little munchkin who isn’t complaining about the ‘extended summer’!
Who needs pumpkin spice season when you can have extra days of summer instead, right?
Time is a funny thing. Sometimes you look back at something and think ‘I can’t believe that was 4 years ago! It feels like it was yesterday!’ While other times, you’ll look back at something else and think ‘That happened 4 years ago? It feels like much longer!’
And sometimes, you’ll feel a confusing combination of both types of feelings. This is one of those times.
It’s 9am and it already feels like half the day has gone by.
I’ve dropped Lilly off at preschool and usually around this time I’m rushing back home to catch up on housework, or running errands, or going off to lend my husband a hand with our business. Today though, I’ve decided to do something different.
I’ve realized recently that I’m always tired, always exhausted, and I never have time to do anything for myself. Being in the last trimester of my second pregnancy isn’t exactly helping with the whole exhaustion thing, but it’s more than that. I need a break, and I’ve realized that with a baby coming soon, This is probably the only time I’ll get to take that break.
So currently, I’m sitting at Panera Bread with a freshly brewed hot chocolate and a brand new book and this is where I’ll stay till it’s time to pick Lilly up from preschool.
The laundry can wait.
Miffed. Annoyed. Frustrated. Fuming. Not happy.
Just some of the words that come to mind when trying to describe how I’m feeling right now, though ‘pissed off’ is probably the best word to use.
Why you ask?
Simple: I had to try really really hard today to NOT strangle my daughter’s hairdresser.
Let’s backtrack a little.
Lilly’s preschool starts tomorrow and the perfectionist in me thought it’d be a good idea to get her hair trimmed at the hair dressers instead of doing it myself (like I always do) because I didn’t want to risk messing it up.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Yup, the hair dresser managed to mess up Lilly’s hair. The silly woman wasn’t being careful and managed to take a chunk out of Lilly’s bangs, right in the middle of her forehead! I nearly screamed out loud when it happened, but there was nothing I could do; the damage was done.
So yes, I think it’s safe to say that I’m a tad miffed at the moment, and trying really hard not to go back to the hair dressers to murder that dolt of a woman.
On the bright side, at least Lilly is too young to care about a bad haircut and is as happy as ever, so there’s that.
I love the rain, and I love rainy days. I love the quiet introspection, the feeling of comfortable solitude and the smell of wet dirt in the air.
Once I became a mom though, I quickly realized that the whole ‘quiet introspection’ aspect wasn’t exactly possible with an energetic 3 year old practically bouncing off the walls demanding attention.
So now, rainy days are more about messy indoor play rather than quietness or solitude, but oddly enough I don’t think I mind at all.
Who needs solitude when you have a feisty little mini-me to keep you company!
Lilly loves wearing her ‘traditional’ Pakistani clothes, even though to her, it’s more a costume than a normal outfit. It’s funny how what was ‘normal’ for me growing up is more of a fun Halloween-esque costume for my daughter, but at least she likes it! Learning about the actual culture will have to come with time.
As a parent, you learn new things every day. Some you learn through research and experience, while others you just sort of stumble across by pure chance. It was during one of these epiphanies that I realized something ridiculously obvious: childhood is just an endless stream of ‘phases’ stuck together in a haphazard manner.
Kids are perpetually going through ‘phases’ and if it’s not one thing, it’s the other. Telling yourself that it’s ‘just a phase’ is all well and good till you realize that even if this particular phase ends soon, another will inevitably take it’s place and the cycle will start all over again.
So lately, Lilly has been going through a ‘fear of the dark’ phase, which to be honest really took me by surprise. I know of course that many kids are afraid of the dark and it’s practically to be expected, but Lilly really used to not have a problem with it. Heck, she refused to sleep unless all the lights were off! Now though? She refuses to go to bed unless there’s a light on and I stay with her till she falls asleep.
So to save my sanity (or whatever’s left of it at least), I decided it was time for a night light. I used to love night lights as a kid, and my inner child practically squeaked at the idea of going night light shopping again.
Isn’t it just the prettiest thing ever? Lilly simply adores her new night light, but honestly, I think I’m even more in love with it than she is.