Making the Tough Choices

Posted on | January 14, 2015 | 2 Comments

“Mom, will you play a game with me?”

The voice was muffled from his distance outside my bedroom and the sleep still clouding my ears. I slowly rolled over and checked the clock: ten minutes until my alarm would go off. I think I grunted in response but my feet found the cool hardwood floor anyway and I padded my way into the brightly lit living room.

There were two stacks of Doc McStuffins UNO cards dealt out and a disarray of memory tiles scattered on the ottoman.

“Either one, okay? Memory or UNO… I’ll let you pick.”

It was 6:15 in the morning. The coffee wasn’t even made yet and the dog’s tail was still thumping against the side of her kennel, ready to be let out into the brisk pre-sunrise air.

Every inch of me wanted to revolt. UNO in the morning? Memory before coffee? Every. Single. Piece of me thought it was a terrible idea. But I stared down at my five year old’s smiling face, his hair mussed, his batman pajamas all crooked and slept in. I stared down at him and realized this was the moment I’d think back on all day.

I had a choice to make. I had a big, humongous, life-altering choice to make and you know what? I think I made the right one.  I let the dog out. I made coffee. I took a shower and got dressed. I slapped make up on at a rate of speed heretofore unknown to womankind.

And then I sat down with my first cup of coffee and I played UNO. And then I played Memory.

Both.

See, every day in my life is a mess of choices. It’s a long list of decisions on what comes first: work, life, love, family. Every single day is a choice between who and what should come first or take priority. And there’s just never enough time in the day for everything… or so I like to think. But this morning, I drank my coffee while J, drunk with joy, beat me in both UNO and Memory and I didn’t let him win. We were still out the door by 7:45, only fifteen minutes later than normal. This morning, I managed to make it all come together perfectly… mothering, working, LIFE. I was fist-bumping myself all over the place because dammit, I MADE IT WORK. Single parenting? Excelling. Working mother? BEAST MODE.

And then I dropped J off at school and, with a smile on my face, made my way into work.

Where I realized I had on awkwardly mismatched clothes.

Comments

2 Responses to “Making the Tough Choices”

  1. NinjaPanza
    January 16th, 2015 @ 10:17 am

    Ha! I LOVE and try really hard to make BOTH work as often as possible. This is likely one of many reasons I’m always late for everything. The mismatched outfit makes it even better… a truly memorable day. 🙂

  2. Roxanne Piskel
    January 16th, 2015 @ 10:47 pm

    Fist bump, LM. Even with the awkward mismatched clothes. You rock!

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