I haven’t done one of these waxing poetic posts in quite sometime, and frankly I’m procrastinating on Book 3 edits. Today, was a triumph, of sorts, for me. After a few years of planning and imaging we had a pretty kick-ass science fair. Not to bore you with a long story, but last year, due to circumstances out my control, the science fair was cancelled. We were planning a pretty amped up version of what we’ve always done in the past, but unfortunately we couldn’t do it. Me and several other awesome people persevered and after a year of planning and stressing we pulled off a pretty awesome science fair. Yay for us!!!
So the point of that wasn’t to toot my horn, okay maybe a little bit. But the point of that was to mention what happened afterwards. What do you think happened when I got home? Ticker tape parade? Ice cream for dinner? Mani-Pedi? Nope. Even though my feet and legs ached and I was mentally patting myself on the back for a great day, the kids didn’t rush to me and say, “Wow! Congratulations!” It was more like, “What are we having for dinner? I’m tired. Can I have snack?” Am I complaining? Okay, well just a little bit. But not really. They’re seven and ten years old. They shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around me because I had a great day or bad day.
Which brings me to the point of this blog (*finally!!!*) This is shit they never prepare you for in college. Sure, they tell you you’re going to be smart and solve the world’s biggest problems. You’ll get to travel to far and exotic places. You’ll make lots of money and get to do cool things. But never ever do they tell you that after a long day of work when you’re pretty sure your brain is pudding and all your nerves are frayed like edge of worn coat you’ll be faced with questions like, “Why do we have to eat baked chicken tonight? I want popcorn chicken.” They never tell you that after solving one of the most daunting problems facing your department at work your little ones at home won’t be nearly as impressed with that as the heart-shaped PB&J that you made two nights ago for dinner in a fit of desperation (don’t judge me okay?).
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. I do. But it wasn’t something that I really planned for. It was one of those things that you never really planned on doing but you find out that you like quite by accident kind of like running, writing, or Nutella. So honestly, I never really planned on getting puked on. In my mouth. Or putting as much planning into what’s going to be on the weekly menu as I do my latest project plan for work. However, I do think these things have grounded me, and that’s important. Because when I’m 100 years old I probably won’t give a crap that my project budget was balanced within the nearest cent, but I will carry with me the memories of raising my children and being with my family.