Interests that I used to be able to pursue, with no thought to anyone other than myself, are sorely missed around these parts. Things like… sleeping in.
Or, just sleeping.
For one long continuous eight-hour stretch.
Without someone falling out of the bed, having a nightmare, or snoring so loud that I’m half tempted to use the pillow for something other than covering my ears.
Other things I miss doing?
Taking a shower. Without being barged in upon to ask if everyone is different, or if we’ll meet Sweetdog in heaven, or if I’ll make waffles (Really, children? I’m in the shower!).
But the thing I think I miss doing the very most is being able to keep track of a conversation. I cannot seem to make heads or tails of them, sometimes. And, unfortunately, It’s the simplest ones that really throw me for a loop.
Me – “Would you like anything else to eat before we go this morning?”
Child – “Sure.” Why they can’t actually answer the question is a mystery to me. Maybe they are politicians in training?
Me – “What would you like?”
Child – “Are we flying to see Nana and Grampy in June or July this summer?”
And just like that… poof! My train of thought is totally derailed.
But what helps the very most is being able to remember what it is that I asked in the first place.
Stay the course, Missy!
Me – “Would you like waffles or pancakes this morning?” I feel confident that is what I asked moments ago.
Child – “Can I have s’mores for a snack when I get home from school, today, mama,” the little one asks.
Me – “Yes.” Simple is best.
And then, “Can I have some waffles, mom,” from the bigger one.
Ah, that’s right! Breakfast!
Me – “Would you like s’mores for snack today, too?” I ask.
Now he looks confused.
We often say that Sweetboy needs a script to be able to make sense of social context in certain situations.
I’m beginning to think I might need one, too.
Yes. A Breakfast Script would be perfect.
And, another cup of coffee.