… no, the bathroom isn’t done, yet. I have decided, however, that we’re going to spend 100% of our family and any entertaining-guests time in that damn bathroom once it’s complete, as it will then be the nicest/newest room in the house and I want to make sure our enjoyment of it outweighs these weeks and weeks of ineptitude and incompleteness. (“Welcome to our home! Please follow me to the upstairs bathroom. Now admire it. I SAID ADMIRE IT. Yes, very good, thank you. We think it’s lovely, too. Can I offer you a beverage? No, don’t move, I’ll bring it to you here in the bathroom.”)
In the meantime, I’m working on taking it in stride, as best I can. This whole thing where my kids keep forcing me to grow as a person is REALLY cutting into my righteous indignation, I tell you what. You can hop on over to Alpha Mom to read more about how we’re changing the stories we tell ourselves these days.
Commenting here on your Alpha Mom post. SO SO SO GOOD. And exactly what my mom and dad taught us. Forever. I didn’t appreciate it when we wre kids but I use it now all the time. Good job.
Yes! My mother does this effortlessly, even for faceless strangers. Someone cutting her off in traffic is always a “poor dear really needs to pee” or “oh I wonder if they’re late for daycare pickup ” and never just a jerk. Maybe in another 20 years I’ll have it as ingrained as she does.