I’m thinking of letting go of the constant oversight and management of my kids. Here was my thought process this morning:
8:00: I think about getting up. I should work out. I actually get out of my bed and sit in the living room to watch people as they walk by outside. I’m hoping to find some inspiration. I wonder if little Jack is up. I figure he is probably in the basement watching his third hour of curse-laced youtube on low volume.
8:10 I go back to bed and indulge in an hour of maladaptive daydreaming. Those orphans aren’t going to save themselves, and there is a sensitive but still alpha male waiting to take me to vineyards somewhere in Europe.
9:00 I actually get up. I think about the yard work, James’ homework, and how Jack is working more weekends in June. I get on my phone and start zoning out.
9:15 As I am scrolling through Pinterest, I see something about Jim Thorpe, PA. It looks sooo charming. I actually feel a little excited and happy. I should go!! I could go today or tomorrow. I should also go to Valley Forge! But wait, the kids won’t want to go. They will fight. They will want to control the music and be bribed with fast food. Maybe I go without them? Or take whomever wants to come? But who will make sure the yard work gets done? What about James’ homework? What about little Jack’s dark eye circles?
9:18 I should let go. They know what is expected and hovering isn’t working anyway. What if I just did things I love to do? I would be happier, less stressed. But is that giving up? Maybe my kids will be happier if I am happier? I could be giving up and rationalizing. I will ask my sisters :)
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