I’m remarkably uninformed on the latest with politics, world news, and social media. Typically I count on my husband to make sure I’m not completely in the dark on the big news stuff, and my sister-in-law keeps me in the loop on all things internet related. I can always count on Aunt Steph to send a carefully curated blend of mom and dog-lover humor my way, and, trust me, if you haven’t watched “giant spider dog prank,” it’s time to give that a Google.
Last week, I was sick and in bed most of the time, which led to an unusual amount of free time, a concept I’m not all that familiar with. Normally, if I have some “free time” it's an elusive hour or two to myself before I have to run to three different schools and collect my three different children. Occasionally, I have a few moments where I get to make myself some lunch, do a few loads of laundry, vacuum the house, and wash the dishes with HGTV running in the background. It’s not really free, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the mix of productivity and alone-ness.
So, with several hours to myself every day this past week, one may think I used that time to crack open the 12 books in my bookcase I’ve been dying to read or watched the documentary on Yosemite National Park I put on my watch list a few weeks ago. One would be wrong. My head hurt so anything of real substance was a total non-starter, and, instead, I took to the Hallmark Channel for endless feel-good flicks and trolled Facebook where I found the most meaning sentence of my adult life:
“You cannot make everyone happy, you are not a taco.”
It’s so simple, and yet so profound. While I may rationalize it’s impossible for me to make everyone happy, this is still the standard I (ridiculously) set for myself every day. Each day I wake up at 6 a.m. and subconsciously begin the day with this one goal in mind: make everyone in my world happy. Inevitably, by 7:15 a.m. I have failed. (Hmm… What’s the definition of insanity again?)
Truthfully, I’ve failed at 6:30 a.m. because no one in the house wants to be awake other than our three-month-old puppy, and she couldn’t be happier we finally dragged ourselves out of bed. After I’ve rallied the troops, we walk sleepy-eyed into the kitchen, and here come the questions:
“Mommy, can I have chocolate for breakfast?” No.
“Mommy, I don’t want to go to school, can I stay home?” No.
“Mommy, can I wear a sleeveless shirt with biking shorts even though it’s 45 degrees outside?” No.
If only they asked, “Mommy, can I help you fold the laundry and pay the bills?” Then I would say, “Yes, please!” But alas, the morning begins and ends with three halfway disappointed children who didn’t quite get their way.
Normally, I end up feeling more than a little defeated that I’ve let my kids down before the sun came up, but when I read “you are not a taco,” I burst out laughing, and thought to myself “Silly Mommy, who are you kidding?” Again, I am reminded that it’s not my job to make my family’s life perfect, I want to, but that skill set is well above my pay-grade. Instead, maybe I’ll strive to be the tortilla – a delicious blend of carbs whose sole purpose is to keep its family together, and happy … even if it’s just some of the time.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.