The poor arugula has never been weeded. It grew really nicely anyways though. Today was the first time I've weeded any garden in a very loooooong time. I'd been avoiding it because when I was in my early teens my dad would make me weed and I hated it. Yes, hated.
(my little helper. not! i couldn't even get her to pick up and hold the gloves for a picture.)
I was pleasantly surprised that though weeding is hard on the knees, it's actually less of a chore and more of a calming, peaceful exercise. It felt meditative. I loved it. And the girls enjoyed running around in the sun while I had some quiet time. Lovely.
(my real helper is in the background, dutifully watering the beds. britt is clapping her hands with an auntie, whom you obviously can't see in this pic)
I thought about how I should do some inner weeding. I thought about a little incident we had this morning. I was a lot less than perfect mommy. I haven't been sleeping well (remember, sore throat/coughing) and so am pretty tired, plus I never go to bed before midnight. Tired and me don't work well together. It doesn't help that I may be a bit hormonal at the moment. It also is unfortunate that Britt is getting her fangs, causing her to be extremely grouchy. And then Ash decided to be whiney. All of these on top of a huge snafoo with PayPal this morning and we were late getting out the door to music class. Ash was whining, lost her balance, bonked her head (not hard, I might add), and started crying. Britt was already screeching. I was at my wits end. I shouted at both of them. I hate yelling more than I hated pulling weeds as an adolescent. I wish I could say I was immediately sorry and contrite. I wasn't. I rushed them brusquely out the door and didn't even say sorry until Britt was in her car seat. Then I turned around to see to the look on Ash's face. She was so sad and having shoe malfunctions AND she didn't even ask for help (she always asks for help when she can't make something work). So obviously I was Scary Mommy. I saw that trembling lip and looked at myself through her watery eyes and I did NOT like what I saw. This is when I decided being late was worth saying sorry, helping her with her shoes, and showing her that I loved her and didn't mean to be a mean mother. She is such a sweety and super quick to forgive and forget. **thankful**
(wanting me to pick her up. as per usual.)
I need to work on patience. I need to weed the vices of temper, crabbiness, and the habit of staying up late (doesn't help with the tired part) out of myself. My children need me to do this too. Starting today, I am going to put this weeding at the top of my daily to-do list. Wish me luck!
(my little helper. not! i couldn't even get her to pick up and hold the gloves for a picture.)
I was pleasantly surprised that though weeding is hard on the knees, it's actually less of a chore and more of a calming, peaceful exercise. It felt meditative. I loved it. And the girls enjoyed running around in the sun while I had some quiet time. Lovely.
(my real helper is in the background, dutifully watering the beds. britt is clapping her hands with an auntie, whom you obviously can't see in this pic)
I thought about how I should do some inner weeding. I thought about a little incident we had this morning. I was a lot less than perfect mommy. I haven't been sleeping well (remember, sore throat/coughing) and so am pretty tired, plus I never go to bed before midnight. Tired and me don't work well together. It doesn't help that I may be a bit hormonal at the moment. It also is unfortunate that Britt is getting her fangs, causing her to be extremely grouchy. And then Ash decided to be whiney. All of these on top of a huge snafoo with PayPal this morning and we were late getting out the door to music class. Ash was whining, lost her balance, bonked her head (not hard, I might add), and started crying. Britt was already screeching. I was at my wits end. I shouted at both of them. I hate yelling more than I hated pulling weeds as an adolescent. I wish I could say I was immediately sorry and contrite. I wasn't. I rushed them brusquely out the door and didn't even say sorry until Britt was in her car seat. Then I turned around to see to the look on Ash's face. She was so sad and having shoe malfunctions AND she didn't even ask for help (she always asks for help when she can't make something work). So obviously I was Scary Mommy. I saw that trembling lip and looked at myself through her watery eyes and I did NOT like what I saw. This is when I decided being late was worth saying sorry, helping her with her shoes, and showing her that I loved her and didn't mean to be a mean mother. She is such a sweety and super quick to forgive and forget. **thankful**
(wanting me to pick her up. as per usual.)
I need to work on patience. I need to weed the vices of temper, crabbiness, and the habit of staying up late (doesn't help with the tired part) out of myself. My children need me to do this too. Starting today, I am going to put this weeding at the top of my daily to-do list. Wish me luck!
