I'm driving in the car today. Kids all buckled in the backseat. They're doing their thing. I'm doing mine.
Which basically means that I'm lost in my own thoughts, thinking of some big ideas I've been wanting to put forth into the world for while, and am now newly re-inspired by a conversation I had earlier today.
My kids are laughing or whining or something. Idk, I'm in my own world while they're strapped into their car seats and out of trouble. I hear them talking about stinky feet. I think I mumbled a half-hearted mom joke about something, just to pretend I'm involved in whatever nonsense is going on.
We pull on to our road and they bust into laughter and I ask what's so funny. I glance in the rearview mirror and my daughter laughs that they all took off their shoes so they could all have stinky feet together.
So I laugh too. Not as a "hah, kids you're funny" mom pity kind of laugh. But a real laugh. I don't know why, but I found it funny. Here I am in serious contemplation about serious issues - meanwhile my children are having a grand time being entertained by their own smelly, dirty feet.
I just. I just don't know. Kids, man. Kids. Their view of the world is so unique. They can brush off any burdens they bear in order to take joy in a nonsensical moment.
Even when kids are so much work it feels like maybe they're too much work - you get these silly moments. And it helps put all of life into perspective. The silly. The serious. The pointless and the important. It's all such a balance.
TGIF y'all. Stinky feet and all.
Nope! Nothing to see here! Just growing a unicorn in a jug on the kitchen table. Hatched this one from an egg, don’t you know?! I love the fact that Monster has fully embraced the idea, we’ve been watching his progress for days. It’s totally normal to her that a unicorn might come out of egg. (Because of course they’re real, right?) I remember when I was teaching we had some ‘surprise eggs’ in the classroom. On their arrival I asked the kids to tell me what they thought might be inside. Bird, chicken, dinosaur, fox 😂 God I’d love it if you could hatch a fox, wouldn’t that be great? Well maybe not in a classroom of thirty 4 year olds. Such disappointment on one kid’s face when a chick finally hatched! #kidsarestrange#unicornegg#picoftheday#unicornsofinstagram
Did Jess have snacks in our bed this morning? Or is this from the day before...days before? 🤔
That's one thing that didn't cross my mind when having a baby, the amount of weird shit that just becomes normal.
Sleeping with plastic bowls, naked dolls in the sink, crumbs and single swirls of half chewed pasta in every corner, finding dry cereal under your pillow, the duvet, the throw, your foot, in the sofa, in the washing machine, beside the toilet?! Stickers (fucking stickers) growing like mold, doors sparkling with glitter, doors sparkling with lips gloss, realising that all of this is just the tip of the ice berg. An ice berg you don't even realise isn't strange anymore.
I won't touch on bodily functions or how it's normal practise to wipe a tiny arse that's doing her best down ward dog.
Just your standard everyday life 🙄
Secretly, I love finding cheerios under my pillow 😊 it's like Jess is marking her territory, reminding us she's everywhere 👀 although I could do without pulling a cheerio from between my arse cheeks when I'm showcasing my best seduction moves. It kinda kills the vibe.
Still, it's good to have a plentiful supply of snacks to keep you going.
My kids. One wearing winter clothes in 90 degree weather because she’s miss independent, yet often she just “can’t” put on her shoes by herself. The other one trying to eat sand, yet refuses to eat most food lately. 😆 Gotta love em.