I have set myself up for failure in a lot of ways when it comes to my evenings.
I rarely take my shoes off or put my coat away when I get home from work.
It's right to the kitchen to clean up, vacuum the dogs' messes, mop up their dirty paws throughout the house...
It's switching laundry, feeding said dogs, getting dinner ready...
It often puts me in not the best mood.
It's often exhausting when I'm already cognitively exhausted.
I have done this to myself.
I am the one choosing to do it and it's a struggle.
Last night, I was making million dollar pasta and the two youngest were in the kitchen with me.
They were playing baseball on the phone and computer.
It brightened my whole evening.
Listening to baseball talk.
Envisioning them playing.
Hearing them cheer each other on.
Then I turned a real baseball game onto the TV to watch as I finished up dinner and sliced the french bread to go with the pasta.
Love these boys.
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