SKIVVIES

"You make it look so easy," she said. Never would I ever, ever, ever imagine someone saying that to me... about anything. "I don't make anything look easy," I thought to myself. Well, except looking like a fool sometimes.... that IS easy.

She was talking about motherhood and the fact that I was allowing my youngest to wander around naked at the park after he drenched himself in a puddle. "I've come a looooooong way," I thought. I used to follow Layla around with a wet wipe (Whep Whipe as she calls it) and make certain every hair was in place and not a spec of dirt allowed to dirty her attire or face. She was my only, and I wanted every moment of her life to be picture perfect. And Layla wasn't much for dirt or mess either, so we lived harmoniously.
Then came two bouncing boys. Boys who's inherent qualities challenge the core of my orderly and clean nature.  So I've adapted. I've learned that it's actually less work and more fun/learning for the children to just let them enjoy what they're doing and strip them down to their skivvies at the end. We pack a spare set of clothes in "the bin" and it makes for a much more enjoyable experience for all involved.
I'm no master of the lackadaisical life, but I CAN be easygoing. Promise. But only when I'm prepared and planned ahead... Yeah, maybe not as easygoing as I'd like to believe. Well, at least I somehow managed on that single day to make it look easy.
Bizarre.