Sometimes I'm the hat...
That's right. Sometimes I'm the hat. For those of you who are unfamiliar with "the hat" allow me to explain. When we have game night on the weekend, Haakon often wants to play video games. I am not a fan. My experience is limited to KLAX (if anyone else knows that legend of a video game, consider us BFF's). In one of the Mario games, one of the players is a hat. The hat, was unquestionably designed for "younger siblings" and/or mothers, such as myself, who "play" video games, but often accidentally bonk their children in the head because they are trying to turn their player by moving the remote control. The hat does nothing. Oh you can jump off the head, but you come back and you are along for the ride. You have no control over a single move made in this game.
Sometimes I'm the hat, and life is Mario. I'm along for the ride... and despite my planning for planning, "ish" just doesn't work out. We have our have-to's and want to's and inevitably life (aka Mario) creeps in.
For example, this week, on Tuesday it was bath night. I fan favorite of everyone's! I was slathering lotion on the baby as Innes was huddled under the towel because she was cold. It's too bad her warm jammies weren't right next to her to address said coldness; oh wait they were. Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, baby, huddled 5 year old, and then I turn to help her. I kneel-walk my way to her only to dampen my knee with non other than Innes pee. When asked, why she didn't use the potty that she walked past not two minutes ago, she said she didn't know. Fair. Cue the hat. So I busted out the floor cleaner, cleaned the pee, picked up the towels, and paid homage to the hat.
Hat part two: The next morning, I leisurely wake up and prepare for school (which was picture day), work, and soccer practice, I've finished brushing my teeth and I wipe my mouth on... you guessed it, the pee towel. Cue the hat. Life, despite planning just happens.
Which is not to say, don't plan. Plan away. I said it, I am a HUGE fan of planners. Erin Condren, mmm. No words. But follow the time-tested and true Army adage, "no plan survives first contact", and practice some of that mindfulness when life just doesn't follow the plan. Laugh at it a little, because well, wiping your mouth on a pee towel is kinda funny.
We plan to have a campfire on Friday, attend the downtown fall festival on Saturday, and I might be able to clean the garage on Sunday (a now 3 week process). I had planned to have all of our winter gear ready to go, but these bean-sprouts for children are much larger than I thought and I have to exchange all of their snow pants and boots. Cue the hat.
I plan on putting together a small piece about campfire favorites. I also plan on being a bit of a hat this weekend. With hope, both metaphorically and via video game. Embrace the hat my friends, she's a gem of a life-developer.
Sometimes I'm the hat, and life is Mario. I'm along for the ride... and despite my planning for planning, "ish" just doesn't work out. We have our have-to's and want to's and inevitably life (aka Mario) creeps in.
For example, this week, on Tuesday it was bath night. I fan favorite of everyone's! I was slathering lotion on the baby as Innes was huddled under the towel because she was cold. It's too bad her warm jammies weren't right next to her to address said coldness; oh wait they were. Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, baby, huddled 5 year old, and then I turn to help her. I kneel-walk my way to her only to dampen my knee with non other than Innes pee. When asked, why she didn't use the potty that she walked past not two minutes ago, she said she didn't know. Fair. Cue the hat. So I busted out the floor cleaner, cleaned the pee, picked up the towels, and paid homage to the hat.
Hat part two: The next morning, I leisurely wake up and prepare for school (which was picture day), work, and soccer practice, I've finished brushing my teeth and I wipe my mouth on... you guessed it, the pee towel. Cue the hat. Life, despite planning just happens.
Which is not to say, don't plan. Plan away. I said it, I am a HUGE fan of planners. Erin Condren, mmm. No words. But follow the time-tested and true Army adage, "no plan survives first contact", and practice some of that mindfulness when life just doesn't follow the plan. Laugh at it a little, because well, wiping your mouth on a pee towel is kinda funny.
We plan to have a campfire on Friday, attend the downtown fall festival on Saturday, and I might be able to clean the garage on Sunday (a now 3 week process). I had planned to have all of our winter gear ready to go, but these bean-sprouts for children are much larger than I thought and I have to exchange all of their snow pants and boots. Cue the hat.
I plan on putting together a small piece about campfire favorites. I also plan on being a bit of a hat this weekend. With hope, both metaphorically and via video game. Embrace the hat my friends, she's a gem of a life-developer.
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