We all do ridiculous things from time to time. Over the past month, I've put the milk in a cabinet and put my cell phone in the refrigerator. I've left bottles of freshly pumped breast milk sitting on the counter and I ran the washer at least a couple of times without ever putting clothes in.
I'm finding that there is a direct relationship between the number of tasks you have to juggle and the number of ridiculous things that happen. Since Donny and I are only first starting down the path of 'twins+older brother,' I have come to realize that fighting this phenomenon and getting frustrated is futile. Life is crazy and exciting, so these ridiculous things will continue.
Thus, I have started making a conscious effort to laugh at myself. The interesting thing about choosing to laugh at myself is that it not only lets me see that perfect isn't the only good option (sometimes I can laugh at myself pretty hard) but it is also helping me be a better parent. I have an increased patience for accidents, particularly with my 3 year old, and it's helping me convey the relative importance of things, which has always been one of my highest parenting priorities.
I guess what I'm saying is that life is too short and it seems like laughing is a much better use of my time.
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