By Jen Adair, Blogger at Slightly Tilted, Entreprenuer, Homeschool Mom to two fab kiddos
On a recent trip with my kids and parents, we were playing a game where you tried to guess what color, number, or thing the “it” person was thinking. This was not a fun game, mind you, but it was a good distraction while we waited for our food. And coffee. We all really needed our coffee.
It was my daughter’s turn and she sleepily said, “I’m thinking of a color between one and no.” She’s not exactly a morning person, so while we all burst out laughing, she looked confused at the words that had just come out of her mouth. It instantly woke us all up and got the day off to a great start, which was a miracle, because laughing before coffee NEVER happens at my house.
Anyway, the trip was wonderful, the weather was perfect, and we rode bikes along the beach for hours. The kids got along and played chess and checkers together. We had great food. I thought, “We are that family! Look at us! We’re almost perfect! We’re like the anti-Kardashians!”
And then…dum dum dum…we got home. Everything went back to normal. Kids fighting. Moody tween. Work. School. Laundry. Yard work. Ugh.
It’s no secret that I’m not a perfect mom, but if you didn’t know let me say it again: I’M NOT A PERFECT MOM. I’m not perfect at anything except getting frazzled and worrying that I’m doing this whole “life” thing all wrong. I’ve got that down pat. Also, my kids are not perfect. Not by a long shot. Hubby is almost perfect, but he puts his darn dishes in the sink or on the counter and not in the dishwasher and this disqualifies him. That deserves its own post.
So, I’m sitting on my couch, tears welling up in my eyes because I can’t communicate with my daughter, my yard looks like crap, and I found a new batch of cellulite on my rear, and I realize that I feel like…I’m a color between one and no.
I’m this young-hearted, carefree girl stuck in the awkward position of not being young but not being old.
I’m a beautiful, sexy wife stuck in the middle of extreme attraction to my hubby and extreme attraction to my pillow.
I’m this color that can’t be defined because the parameters don’t line up to what I am. I feel a little lost, to tell the truth. On one side, I know exactly who and what I am, but on the other side…it’s all loosey-goosey.
This realization helps me with my daughter, though. We will get through her teen years, I hope, because we both feel the same way right now. A little lost, but mostly determined to figure out what color is between one and no.
I hope it’s aqua. Or coral. They’re my favorites.
Hey. I’m Jen Adair. I’m an entrepreneur. Homeschool mom. CEO of organized chaos. Ok – it’s really not all that organized. Some days are great, some are not, some days I feel invincible, some days I can barely get out of bed. BUT…it’s my life and I’m living it. Browse my collection of random thoughts, humor (well, I think I’m funny!), images, links, whatever…at my blog Slightly Tilted. Sharing is caring, people! 🙂