I love natural. The beautiful wooden sandbox full of shells and rocks from the beach is how I like it. Wooden tree houses for the kid's little animals and fairy blocks fill the baskets in the living room. My goldfish swim in a bowl of natural rocks and live plants. I use no VOC paint. I eat organic food. I wear mineral make-up.
My boys have energy to the point of driving me a bit mad. The lounging out in the backyard with my kombucha is met with kicks and jumps and shouts and sticks everywhere. My daughter used to play quietly, with sand and rocks in the sandbox. She would use flowers and dirt to turn into stew in a big bowl of water all summer long. The boys make outside stew and then want to catapult it into the neighbors yard and then scale the fence to watch it.
This morning Lucas was eating casava chips off the dining room floor. Chips that I had not cleaned up since, let's say yesterday. He's had a double ear infection and I've been visited by a bladder spasms, so sweeping just hasn't been on the radar. (For the record, when I asked Lucas why he was eating the chips off the floor, he said, because they are so good mama!)
And yes, I have a little bit of work to do! I have a lot to do. I would also like to sweep at some point.
I put Lucas in the car and we drove to Target. I purchased a large piece of plastic for my natural backyard. Out of character? Perhaps. Adapting to our situation? Oh yeah. As I was paying I grabbed an O magazine because if they are getting plastic, I'm getting Oprah, it balances the playing field.
I imagine an afternoon of basketball, screams, snacks outside, some magazine flipping, a clean kitchen and dinner made by 5:00pm. Eli will ask me over and over "who really bought this mama?"
Oh, and I asked the babysitter to come tomorrow, I've got some work to do.
Thank you plastic, I've paid my natural dues.