There's something about a couple of weeks vacation away from my role as primary caregiver that makes me want to be a better mom.
I suppose it's not really the best time to make a bid for mom of the year. That's like Kelly McGillis launching a huge comeback.
Of course, we all probably said the same thing about Neil Patrick Harris. And harem pants.
Stop! Hammer time!
Who knew that Neil Patrick Harris would be my flask of hope?
But really, the chance to step back and enjoy your children on a "husbandly basis" (at least in our house, anyway) is refreshing, mostly because you get to wipe the film off your parenting glasses and see things clearly.
Rose colored, even.
You know, when meals are meals again and not an hour-long food litigation case, and mega blocks are fun, creative toys and not the tools for building the devil's empire.
So considering that I've endured a pretty strict diet and most recently, an exercise program, making the decision to become a better parent shouldn't be that difficult. But unfortunately, in those situations, I was the one in control. With kids, I am at their will, or better, at their will and 4000 other factors that converge on a daily basis.
Or just lack of sleep. That's enough to make any good parent strike out.
But if I can make Jillian Michaels my bitch, then I'm determined to make a conscious effort to be a better mom to my kids.
Ironically, it has less to do with my actual interactions with them, and more with how I take care of myself. I've made plenty of efforts over the last five years to ensure that my kids are afforded the best opportunities. I'm not talking baby yoga classes and private Mandarin Chinese lessons. Just activities outside of the daily routine of eat, sleep, and play.
But sadly, the activities I do with them are far more than I do for myself. Hell, I can barely find time to shower.
I've put aside a lot for my kids. Probably too much.
And I've gotten busy, with things that I enjoy, don't get me wrong, but many of which are a time suck. A needless time suck that I've used as a way to escape from what tends to be a challenging existence.
So I'm refocusing my attention. I'm reorganizing my priorities. And I'm trying to figure out what's really important to me and what I need to let go.