This morning, husband asked me about making the trip to the Aquarium of the Pacific. It's about two hours drive away, no big deal for us. But I know that it will take much more planning than just finding what time it opens and how much it costs in order to make the trip pleasant. And, I'm already exhausted, just thinking about it.
I'm very Type B. Unorganized, free-spirited, and generally, jump up and go. But I've discovered that one can't do that with a child (especially if one is unorganized!) and so every trip feels like a major undertaking. I've had my son running around in shirt and diaper because I forgot to pack an extra pair of pants. I suppose if I didn't associate pantless children with neglect I might not have really cared - he runs around the house in his diaper half the day anyways!
I have struggled with accepting my B-ness for many years. I grew up in a houseful of mostly A's. I was always late for the school bus, my room a disaster, and homework almost always undone. I'm still working on accepting my B-ness - my house is still a disaster and husband (who is in my rough estimation an A-/B+) is starting to get fed up with me. I suppose I'm rebelling a little. I never did like being told what to do. (This another topic altogether.)
In any case, I've managed to get just about everything I need ready in 5 minutes by simply visualizing what I need and making a mental list in my head the day before. I've also realized the concept of diaper bag clothes, so hopefully you won't see my son running around in just a diaper anytime soon.
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