It’s nearly 9:30pm and I’m still tidying up dinner, picking up toys, sweeping the floor for the 6th time tonight…you get it.
I make my way into the living room and look down to see this, and my stomach drops. I mean I physically can feel my stomach drop. Do you know that feeling when you suddenly realize you’ve forgotten to do something detrimental? Like forgetting to pick your kid up from school (relax, I’ve never) or remembering you left the straightener on when you’re already an hour away.
Well it was that type of feeling mixed with deep sadness and guilt.
What you see here is a “Garage Sale” that my 7 year old daughter had set up for us to play pretend with. She was going to be the seller and I would be the customer. It’s one of her favorite games.
Only right now did I remember saying to her, “Yes, we can play Garage Sale. I just have to finish making lunches and tidying up first”.
And here we are, now 9:36pm, she’s fast asleep, lunches are long made and we did not play Garage Sale. We did not play Garage Sale.
I told her we would when I was done, so why didn’t we?!
Truth is I don’t even know where the rest of the evening went. The moments between 5pm and 9pm are a blur and filled with back to back tasks that need to get done before tomorrow. But, in the midst of that blur, is a little un-blurred girl waiting for me to play Garage Sale.
I’d love to say I’m not crying right now, but then I’d be lying to you. I’m partially blaming hormones. All I want to do is wake her up and ask her to play Garage Sale. That would be crazy though.
So instead, I wrote in my journal that my top priority tomorrow will be to play Garage Sale with my daughter. Will the daunting tasks still need to get done? Of course they will.
But guys, Garage Sale hours are limited. If you want to get there before everything is picked over you’ve gotta get there early. One day, sooner than I can handle, there won’t be any Garage Sales set up in my living room.
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