Dear One Thing

Dear One Thing,

During the course of my day, most everything I do is with my girls in mind. When I go to the gym in the morning, I think about getting home before they wake. When we are leaving the house to go to the park, I think about bringing veggie packs, lollipops (more on the debacle that is the car-ride later), water, bunny snacks, and hats. When the girls are napping, I'm thinking about our next meal, the laundry, and the dishes. My attention is always on them.

Truthfully for me, this comes naturally. I am lucky enough to stay home with my girls and really get to know them. Oh but there are the days...those meltdown days...when I just need One Thing for myself. One workout without complaints. One soap opera without interruption. One phone call without whining. Today was one of those days. I lost it because, dear One Thing, I didn't have you. I didn't have you yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that.

I am not completely disillusioned. I know that most of the time I am a darn good mom: fun, whimsical, nutritionally-sound, stern. But I also know that when I'm off...when my One Thing hasn't been fulfilled...when my tank is empty...I am embarrassed at my 34 year old melt-down in front of the two people that make my world go 'round.

So One Thing, please come visit me. Everyday. Just once. Thank you for letting me know that my one thing, whether it's a sweaty run, a mindless tv show or a talk with my mom, can always bring me back to center.

Love,
Sharon