This morning the chickens woke up at the crack of dawn… again. I don’t know why I’m surprised by this. But here I am… surprised. They put on their Sunday best… shark shirts, shorts and cowboy boots, and they were ready to go outside.
Deep breath. Eye roll. Mama needs coffee. Mama wants to just chillax on the couch for a hot second. After multiple failed distraction attempts, a few firm “No”s, and more whining than I could handle (from P&K, not my own whining), I gave in, and we went outside. P.S. They knew all along I would give in. They’ve figured Mama out.
Messy bun, coffee, and pajamas, I sat on the front step to watch them play. K ran around in his doctor glasses, with his scalpal, cutting mommy’s flowers. P put on her sunglasses, grabbed her wallet and credit card and announced she was going to WalMart. They were living their best life.
The sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, it was a beautiful morning so I grabbed my phone to capture these moments forever. After many a: “Stop pulling Mommy’s flowers!” “Get out of the mulch” “Don’t put your wallet in the water fountain!” “Put the landscaping rocks down!” and a “Don’t eat that!” I finally got a couple of Instagram worthy shots. Thank you Iphone Portrait mode! #MomWin
4 hours later, they were ready to go inside. (OK, so it was only 23 minutes I guess…) I didn’t want to come outside, but now I didn’t want to go inside. They were living their best life. They weren’t going to remember Mama’s frustration at the decapitated flowers, the misplaced landscaping rocks and the wet grass all over their boots that would soon end up on my living room floor. No, they will remember chasing Mack around, jumping from the high cliffs of the landscaping rocks, washing their hands in the fountain, and climbing the mountains of rock piles that we’ve yet to spread on the driveway. I recited my mantra, “They’re only little once. Soak it in Mama.” They were living their best life; I wanted to live mine too. So soak in it Mama. Let them run, jump, get dirty, splash in the fountain. Stay outside a little longer.
I looked over to see them taking their boots off at the door. And we went inside, leaving the grass behind. Because that’s what they wanted to do. And let’s be real, they run the show.
With love, Amanda
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