a deferred 9-year-old, chomping at the bit to install Minecraft mods
a toddler watching one more episode of Mickey Mouse
a tired, crying baby
a mama who woke up every hour between 1:00 and 7:00
The story gives me two choices.
|| Option One
Gabe’s frustrated that he has to wait for the promised Minecraft update and I’m frustrated that I’m wiped out and don’t know what I’m doing. I feel guilty that Isla’s sitting mindlessly on the couch watching tv again, and Jude wails and flails while I try to figure out how to fix everything. Why can’t he reliably fall asleep on his own yet? Will I ever sleep through the night again?
|| Option Two
Gabe and I have a chance to sit together and bond over Minecraft while I soak in his excitement and learn something new about technology. Isla snuggles by my side and catches up on her favorite animated friends, and as soon as I’m done I’ll have a chance to get some sweet baby snuggles while I nurse Jude to sleep and catch a little shut-eye.
The facts don’t change.
They can be described equally easily as burden or opportunity.
It’s a choice that will affect the entire trajectory of our day.
Which do I choose? Which do you choose?