Does this sound like anyone else’s moments of meditation? They aren’t all like that, but I wouldn’t say that they are a rare event either. Usually it makes me laugh because that’s what life is about. At other times, mama is a little less amused. Oh well. You do what you can.
I have heard several people say that it is very possible to stay connected to the light at all times. At this point, I always want to call or email and inquire if they have children of their own. Am I the only person who wonders this? Please understand. I adore my babies more than words could ever convey. However sometimes I feel that I become disconnected and I’m not sure how to avoid that.
For example, this evening we went out for a family dinner. It was really nice. The kids were eating well and everyone was happy. Well everyone was happy until my husband and I simultaneously looked up to see our son licking the top of the restaurant ketchup bottle – yes, he so did. Seriously – I have no words that can possibly encompass the level of EWWWWWWWW we both felt on behalf of all germs involved – his and anyone else who had contacted this gnarly bottle. Horr–i-fy–ing (and not the least bit embarrassing of course)!!!! Yes, he definitely got in trouble, and yes we told the wait staff to throw it out and add it to our bill. This restaurant seems to be our favorite spot to display our best moments of public awesomeness. The last time we went there, I broke a plate and spilled food everywhere – always cool. The time before that, my daughter spilled an entire cup of milk on a cloth chair – saturated it. I am fully confident that our damages per visit far exceed any profits they might have made on the meals. Needless to say, I am a humongous tipper. But when one adds ketchup bottle licking to the list, perhaps it is time to find a new place to eat??
So that’s me this evening. Attempting to re-connect to the light so that I can pray that my son does not contract restaurant ketchup mouth cooties. Attempting to find humor in the crazy embarrassing things we do. Attempting to make you feel like parent of the year. I bet it totally worked, too.