I
am sitting next to the cutest little four-year-old you could possibly
imagine. We are watching Wallace and
Gromit- my boy’s choice. Wallace and Gromit is comprised of some claymation
figures- an English man and a dog who is constantly annoyed at the English man. Wallace and his dog decide they need some
more cheese to go with their crackers, so of course they build a clay rocket to
the moon because “everyone knows the moon is made of cheese.” I have watched this show countless times and
it is the worst show I have ever seen. But Toren loves it. I’m not sure
why. He can quote every word.
Anyway,
I am sitting here watching Wallace and Gromit with sweet, sweaty boy and I feel
purely blissful. I wish I could always be so content.
I
have not been content this week.
Here
is a list of things that had me flustered beyond reason in the last 7 days.
1.
Toren
screams every time I drop him off at preschool.
For a month straight. Every time.
My precious child acts like a monster.
The terrible little snotty nosed monster you want to smack at the
grocery store when he is screaming at the top of his lungs and hitting his
mom. That’s my kid. Once a day. For a
month straight.
2.
My
kids fight, all the time. No really. All
the time.
3.
Okay,
I guess there really isn’t that much that I was unreasonably anguished
over. There was just an unreasonable
amount of anguishing.
“Crackers, Gromit, we forgot the crackers!” How could they eat the cheese on the moon
without crackers? Do you see how stupid
this show is?
I don’t know how to keep this peace that I feel
now in my heart when things are not going my way. There are only rare moments
that you get to spend watching clay figures speak in English accents while
cuddling your boy. Most of life is a lot
more furious than that. Most of life is
fast and inconvenient. And the moon is
never really made of cheese when you need it to be.
So how can I sew contentment into the fabric of
every moment?
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