My day didn't start out this way. It started good. Really good. I enjoyed my coffee, my quiet time, and even checked email - all before Carter woke up.
Sigh. It's going to be a great day.
I realize now that even though my pre-Carter day was great, it has no bearing on my post-Carter day.
It wasn't until 9:00am that I realized my 'great day' had just flown out the window. Gone.
While making some guacamole - I realized Carter was quiet. That never happens. Into his bedroom I wander - to find his room completely ripped apart.
This is an area I'm seriously working on. It's okay if his room is messy. It's okay if everything is pulled out of his closet. Because he's a kid. And that's what kids do. And I'm learning to be okay with it.
I start tidying up his room - and he wanders off. This is normal. It's not until I pick up his bottle of lotion (this kid is a serious lotion-lover) and put it back on his changing table that I realize his diaper cream is MIA.
This is reason for panic. I recently found him with an entire tub of baby vicks vaporub smeared all over his entire face.
I leave his room in search of diaper cream disaster. I found it, not at all where I expected it. Moses had gone to town on that little tube - and had already eaten all of it, except for the cap. No, I'm not kidding. Begin google search on diaper cream and dog allergies. It appears we'll be okay.
In the mean time, I hear Carter in the dining room - 'daaaa, da, giggle-giggle, dada, daaada'. Aww, cute! Assuming he had his play phone, I casually walked over to join him.
On a morning like this - never, ever, ever, ever, ever assume that 'everything is okay' - because at a moments notice, all heck will break loose.
All heck broke loose as I realized Carter had opened a bottle of paint, and was lotioning his face with it.
Not fingerpaint. Not even tempera paint.
There is good news here. Here it is: he was sitting in a pile of laundry, on the rug in our dining room. No laundry, carpet fibers, or little boy jammies were harmed in the process. I'd call that a miracle.
As much as my flesh maybe-kinda-almost wanted to scream, I kept my cool. Because, after all, who's the moron who left a bottle of acrylic paint on the table?!
The mess could have been washed up with a rag - but why not take a bath? It's more fun that way, I think.
After bath was over, we read a few good books. None of them had kids smearing acrylic paint on their faces, but whatever. I believe I was midway through "Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear?" when I heard an awful sound.
Any dog or cat owner knows this sound, and they cringe when they hear it.
Yep, the diaper cream & tube had made a comeback. Do you think Moses would have at least helped me out by aiming for the hardwood? Nope. Right on the carpet. An inch from the hardwood.
So it was one of those days. One of those days that you just know there will be paint/puke/diaper cream/fill-in-the-blank lurking around every stinkin' corner.
And at that realization, I have a choice. I can fight it with all my might, or I can just embrace it. Throw in the towel. Admit defeat.
I chose to just give in. Some days are just like that. No matter how hard you fight to make everything work - it just doesn't. And that's okay. So I embraced messiness today.
If little boy wants to paint, we'll paint.
This time, we used fingerpaint :)
Sicker than a dog.
What could be more pitiful than a mama who doesn't allow her little boy to enjoy little-boy-ness?
What would be more unfortunate than a mama who prefers perfection over imagination & creativity?
Today, we embraced whatever our day threw at us. Around here, we choose our battles - and this was a battle not worth fighting.
And guess what? As I snuggled up with this sweet baby before nap time, I knew in my heart that he had fun. I even had fun. It was a good day.
Because we embraced it. Enjoyed it. Relished in it.
Sometimes, that's just what you gotta do.
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