Sorry to use such harsh letters, but she is currently kicking my A. In an effort to not swear in front of Jude, I use letters. I can just imagine Jude saying something like "My mom says you're a bee," which will be a whole different round of karma. (Our efforts to shield him from swear words has also been fairly unsuccessful, but that's a story for another day.)
Currently, I am being haunted by a very specific question: "What are you doing?" A few months ago, Jason pointed out to me that every time he went to sit down, I would ask him "What are you doing?" Which translated to: "I can see that you aren't busy, and I have something for you to do." In my defense, once I was aware of it, I have made a real effort to knock it off. Except when I was super-tired/PMSed/frantic-to-get-things-done, then all bets were off. Until now ...
... because my tiny arbiter of karma is here to insure I never utter that phrase again. For the past two days Jude has asked me what I am doing approximately every 30 seconds. Here's a sliver of my life right now:
"What are you doing?"
"Going pee."
"Hey, Mom, What are you doing?"
"Washing my hands, we always was our hands after going to the bathroom."
"What are you doing?"
"Popping a zit, okay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Jude, what are you doing?"
"Mom, what are YOU doing?"
"Trying to remain calm."
"Oh ... now what are you doing?"
Here's to accepting karma with as much humor and grace as you can possibly muster.
P.S. - Fittingly, Carrie at Oh Baby O! is hosting a read along of Buddhism for Mothers
P.P.S. - I plan to join in on the last bit of screen free week, so I'll be offline Friday-Sunday. Wishing you and yours a beautiful weekend.
