Five Things I Learned in February

Can I just say that February was a doozy?!?

This is one reason why the blog has been so quiet and why I’m just now posting almost halfway through March.

February has been busy, rainy and left me parenting solo for two weeks while The Hubs was in Israel. Yes, Israel. Israel as in 10 hours ahead, he was going to sleep while I was waking up, Israel.

I’m trying to get back into my writing groove and I’ll be honest. It’s been challenging.

When you put something off unintentionally (or intentionally) and then put it off, and put if off and put if off………you get the picture, it becomes so difficult to just bite the bullet and do “it”. It could be simple like a phone call or difficult like a hard conversation. Or it could be sitting my butt down and typing out a blog post.

I had some good reasons for being MIA, like my husband left the country for two weeks and I was feeling a tad overwhelmed. But now the excuses are gone and my fingers are tapping at the keyboard once more.

Ya, so February. Kinda nuts. But here’s what I’ve learned:

1.) Boys are gross. Between the not getting the pee in the toilet (I shared a toilet with H for 4 days due to some plumbing problems.  G-R-O-S-S.), the eating of the boogers, the blowing of the spit bubbles and the general licking of well, everything; it’s disgusting. This does not diminish my love for him in way at all; but it’s yucky just the same.

2.) Cooking is not my jam and that’s okay. And it’s only taken me 16 years to figure this out!! I have felt guilty and a subpar wife and mom for years because of my lack of creativity and general culinary skills. And here’s the thing…… I just don’t enjoy cooking that much. I still have to cook (My family still needs to eat.). And while I appreciate his help, The Hubs can’t make breakfast for dinner every night. But I’m going to give myself a much needed break in the guilt department and chalk it up to the fact that I’m better at other things. Cooking is not one of them. And that’s okay.

3.) Speaking of guilt,  I’m ready to throw my mommy guilt out the window. Who wants to join me? I haven’t perfected this way of thinking yet, but I’m working on it. As a matter of fact, I have a lot of thoughts bubbling up inside of me on this topic. So much so, that I’m working on another blog post about it right now. For now, let’s just say I find the mommy guilt to be exhausting and I’m tired of being tired.

4.) The Hubs and I have been trying to encourage our kids to try new things and step out of their comfort zones, even if (and when) they fail. I’m beginning to see that this is one of the best gifts we can give them. Lily played basketball for the first time this year. This was very much out of her comfort zone and I don’t know that basketball will even be her thing. But she tried something that was a little scary to her at first and found out she really enjoyed it.

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Here’s Lily’s team, The Fever, with Coach Mike. They came in first!!

 

She didn’t score a basket until the very last game. I knew that she may very well go the whole season and not score a single basket. I was just happy that she was out there moving and gaining confidence. Let me tell you, when she did score a basket (at the buzzer no less) I blubbered like a baby. A baby! I was emotionally drained for the rest of the day. Through all this, it’s also teaching me to step out of my comfort zone and try new things, too.

5.) Speaking of crying, am I’m going to cry and be a hot mess when my kids do sports? This world is so new to me and I don’t quite know how to handle all the feelings that come with your kids competing in sports. I did not grow up doing any sport really. I’ve realized that sports, as a parent, is emotionally exhausting!! I’m also coming to realize that my Saturdays are never going to be the same again. RIP lazy Saturday mornings.

As you can see, February had a lot going on. Now that spring is just around the corner I know life is going to get even busier. I’m praying that I will embrace the crazy and take time to savor the little moments and my people.