IF I SEE ONE MORE HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH CUT STRATEGICALLY TO BE SOMETHING OTHER THAN A SANDWICH I MAY JUMP OFF THE ROOF OF MY BUILDING.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of making things more interesting. I’m the first one to get bored of simple plain Jane… aaaaand I’ll admit, This rocket ship sandwich is super clever, beautifully executed and pretty damn fun. But HOLY SHIT who has time for this?
I’ve been doing a lot of “Pinteresting” lately, looking for fun ideas for Alexandria’s first birthday party. We’re stuck somewhere between circus and carnival – and oh man there are a lot of options available without going over the top…
But all I keep running into are more and more examples of how I should be making homemade soap to give out at my party,
or yardsale-ing each weekend to find fun pieces of furniture to turn into a play kitchen,
not to mention that it’s probably better for me to handmake interactive quilted books for my daughter instead of buying plastic ones for her from Marshalls.
Okay, that “Quiet Book” idea is pretty freaking fabulous, but where am I going to find time to do that?!
I think thats where the animosity comes from to be honest. All of these things are amazing. Creative & Fun, but so incredibly effing time consuming. Truth of the matter is – I found myself getting so wrapped up in how amazing and wonderful a lot of these things are, and losing sight in the whole reason for doing them. My family.
Thought Process: They are the reason all of this stuff is exciting, because if it puts a smile on their faces, then all the work was worth it!
The Reality: they’d rather spend the time with me, not my creation.
Why am I letting all of these projects intimidate me? Why am I letting myself feel like shit because I’m not making creative cupcakes for dessert every night?
This fucking presentation of absolutely insane cupcakes isn’t going to make my family love me any more. They’re not going to sign me up for Mother of the Year because I made a marshmallow chicken bone & picked out Green Skittles for their “veggie” cupcake. (Ignoring the fact that my 9month old can’t eat this shit yet, & SuperMaura will kill me for even suggesting this sugar, dairy filled unhealthy chaos of a snack, this is all in hypotheticals to make my point, obviously)
So this is my official middle finger to the world of overdone projects. I got shit I gotta do. Like feed a 9 month old, keep up with my growing business, love my man and all the little things in between. I want to enjoy the little things in between. The funny faces, the dora dance… The joy of editing a fun set of portraits, or volunteering to help out a friend’s organization… Dinner in Downtown with the hubby and nights on the balcony with a bottle of wine. You don’t see that on Pinterest! You see that in your memories – those things are my Kairos – and that’s what I’m focusing on from now on!
Ok, from Alexandria’s Birthday on. 😉