Try as I might to ignore the mess, when your feet stick to the bathroom floor, the mess demands that you pay attention.
This entire experience of working in an office everyday, has really been an exercise in growth for me. Because I've determined that if Charlie were working all day, and *I* was at home, our house would sparkle since I love to clean and I am very
That's fine and deep breathing exercises have really helped me to cope with this reality.
*twitch * twitch*
Tonight when I came home from work, I spent a few minutes talking with the children, and then I scrutinized what EXACTLY that was on the bathroom floor and how in the world it got there.
It's important that you keep your eyes OPEN and aim in the bowl and NOT at the seat, wall, door, tub or tank.
On my way to the kitchen to grab some cleaning supplies, I hopped on the computer to check if something I'd ordered for Christmas had shipped. I was on the computer for no more than two minutes, when Carolyn came over and sat down next to me, and then, she eagerly showed me the art work that she had created that day in school.
Look at this leaf!
Do you like this one, or this one?
(In six year old language, this means: MOM, STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME.)
So I stopped what I was doing and I devoted my undivided attention to my daughter. For the two precious hours that Charlie and I spent with our children, before their bedtime, my focus was entirely on them and not at all on the bathroom floor, dust balls, random toys and clothes and crayons that were scattered about the .... well, just about everywhere I looked.
At some point in dawned on me that even if I'd spent my valuable time cleaning, the mess would magically reappear, tomorrow. Besides, in that moment, as a family we were happy and we laughed and everything was good in our world.
Ultimately, I decided that I really need to practice ignoring messes a bit more.
Which would be a whole lot easier if I could revoke the boys standing-up privileges.