I woke up today and was in a mood. If you know me then you know this is unlike me. It was a funk. I couldn’t figure out why I had the funk. I did work most of Saturday morning but had a great day otherwise. This morning, it became apparent at breakfast that I was not myself. Well this was going to be a problem. I had a lot to get done today, had my Mom visting and there was a party this afternoon in our neighborhood. The funk had to be fixed.
There it is the FUNK
The boys picked up on it right away. I’m usually the one motivating for the day. Leading the way. Cheering us on. Not today. They almost seemed to communicate without speaking. They treaded lightly. They began a silent strategy as I made the Bacon for our Bacon Sunday.
I administered some iced chai tea latte.
Took my vitamins, ate a little bacon and cheesy eggs.
Then I kicked into “get it done mode”
My son hates “get it done mode.” and I can only imagine I would too if I was an eight year old and my mother was close to freaking out, rambling on about all the things we needed to do. “Get it done mode” means I start leaning on him to get all his things picked up and in order and bed made and and and and.
My amazing husband decided to grab the reigns and said “let’s go out together and get what we need.”
“And maybe we should go and get some ice cream!”
Of course Ryan lite up! And who can turn down ice cream?
I agreed and scuffled around in the funk until I had everything I needed to get on our way for errands.
Now Ice Cream was at the end of the list of returns and purchases we needed to accomplish. It was motivating everyone.
Now I know what you are thinking. Ice Cream. How can she eat ice cream? Well for many years I couldn’t eat more than three spoonfuls of ice cream without dumping. It is one of my caution foods.
But we Stevenson’s LOVE our ice cream and it has been a staple in our celebration repertoire for years. I just don’t eat much of it.
It’s not about the food, It’s about the event.
If you are NOT going out and doing things because you CAN’T EAT THAT. I challenge you to rethink what it is all about.
For me it is about the event. I love being with my boys and I love watching them eat ice cream. And yes I eat some ice cream but only a few bites. I know how it will make me feel if I eat more than I can. Been there, done that, and I’m not interested in repeating it.
So Team Stevenson got the errands done and finished with some ice cream. It broke the funk.
I wasn’t snapping pictures today. But I can tell you I have more pictures of my son eating ice cream then anyone I know. Maybe some day I will make a collage of them. But today I will leave you with some pictures of why I feel like there is nothing a little ice crean couldn’t fix!
Note: it’s not about the ice cream.
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