Choices

I told my husband tonight that I was just weary of making decisions, making choices.  Isn't that silly.  Each day is full of decisions and choices.  What do I wear today?  What do I eat for breakfast?  What does everyone else want for breakfast?  Do I go here or there?  Do I find a ride for her?  Do I rearrange my schedule?  Who?  What?  Where? When?Why?How?....over and over and over.  On friday night at 8pm I was just tired of deciding.

That's a bad sign.

A really, really bad sign.

I need an infusion of energy and inspiration and perspective.  Those are hard to obtain when the little one has more sleepless nights than restful ones.  It's hard when the things we do every day keep us so busy I have to rob Peter time to pay Paul time and then make up a category....Petunia time maybe?  just to have a bit more wiggle room....

Maybe I should fast "choices" for lent....and just stop making them.  Hm.  What would that look like anyway?  I guess it would look like prison....or infancy....or worse.  ok. so maybe not.  Maybe I just need to suck it up, put my big girl pants back on, and be the mom around here....and make the necessary choices and decisions to keep this ball rollin.  

I'm thinking boiled eggs for breakfast (because I have some in the fridge)....and whole grain toast with cheese....and really, really strong coffee.  Or.....chocolate.....or both.