Happy Play Day, girl. I hope you get to enjoy the day, even if you are Mamma-Taxi today.
I woke up this morning mentally running through the go-here, go-there of the day ahead. Husband and I have our three, plus two bonus kids this weekend to get to various sporting events, birthday celebrations, and bonfires. This is by no means our busiest weekend ever, but it’s up there.
How does Mamma recharge her batteries when the schedule is packed from 6:45 A.M. till bedtime, with activities involving five kids (in various combinations) in six separate events?
Well, honestly, I don’t know that Mamma does… and that’s okay. Mamma can still be happy.
This is still my life, and there is still joy here. Even if the day isn’t quite my own, even if a chunk of it will be spent in a car. Even if, this is still my one and precious life, and it’s still wonderful.
Nobody is shooting at me, or my kids. We get to be out and about, because no one is in the hospital. And we have friends and family that love us and invite us to stuff, how blessed are we?
Our weekend doesn’t quiet down until tomorrow night. In theory, at around 5:15 P.M., all the family members, and just the family members should be here, with no further activities or events requiring our participation. Should I live for that moment? What? And miss the next day and a half? No way. I’m going to be fully present for every crazy minute of today (please God), and I’m going to enjoy it.
Not every weekend is blissed out lazy-lovely. Not every Play Day is easy. But, as husband said when he was leaving at 6:45 A.M. this morning with Kid #1 to Activity #1, “Nothing good comes easy.” Then smiled and headed to the door. At the last minute, he turned, and giving me his most mischievious smile, raised his hand in goodbye and added, “Peace out.” He left laughing.
Have a great weekend, Mamma-Taxi, Taxi-Mamma. See blessings everywhere.