There is a pile of undies sitting on my dining room table.
Dora (of course) and ballerinas (obviously) adorn these symbols of a big girl. A big girl lives here.
The undies themselves are not distracting. They are cute and need to be washed but they can sit there for a while longer without disturbing anyone.
What the undies represent… that is distracting.
A week ahead of preparing. Planning and plotting. Deciding. Readying.
A weekend ahead of causing distraction. Gentle disruptions when she is her most focused, “Don’t forget, tell us when you need to go potty!”
A threshold. I’ve been carefully squinting for weeks months. Squinting to make the distance blurry. Finding distractions so I could avoid that gateway up ahead with the words BIG GIRL in big, bright letters.
But here we are.
On the bright side, I expect that next weekend, I’ll be distracted from the sadness of this milestone by laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. And cleaning. Lots and lots of cleaning. And prayers for endless patience. Lots and lots of patience.
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Today’s stream of consciousness prompt: Write about the distractions you have right now.
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