My little one loves to help wash dishes. But I’ve had enough broken glass in the sink (last time it was all on me) to let my little one start from the beginning. I have to prepare for my little helper. I like to wash the breakables and pokables and then let my helper help while I finish up the rest. The thing is, lately, being separated by a baby gate for any more time than it takes for me to put food on a plate is too much. The result was an hour’s worth of dishwashing, by someone other than me, on Friday night while I occupied my baby.
Because the dishes have been adding up and the whole issue was weighing on me, I tried to figure out what to do.
The holidays can be very hard - especially when loved ones are gone. But we started a tradition this year that made my heart full.
More and more I’m coming to believe that our negativity hurts Mother Earth. Like a person with an infection that creates a fever to burn off the bacteria, our Earth is burning in the wake of yet another shooting.
My little one requested to go with Daddy to class today - alone - just the two of them. Usually, we do things as a family (or minus Daddy), so that was a first. I felt fine when they left, kind of excited even! I could finish folding the laundry alone or even clean the floor. But I needed a snack, so I started there.