Day 136
A stack of unread magazines
stares at me from the center of our coffee table. I can’t pass by them without feeling a mixture of guilt
about not having read them and dread about when I could possibly find the time.
This is nuts, I think. As a stay-at-home mom of three boys,
I’m doing the best I can. I beat
myself up on a daily basis on the things I can do better. Unread magazines shouldn’t even make
the short list.
What’s even crazier is if I do
read them will I really begin to dress like Carrie Underwood? Will my thighs resemble the cover model
of Health? Will I prepare the luscious recipe for salmon on page 124
with ingredients I can’t pronounce?
Let’s get real. It’s a resounding
no.
I try to not worry about things
I can’t change. With lacrosse and
baseball practices crowding the already overflowing calendar, I don’t foresee a
week of free reading in my future.
I pack up the magazines and head out to give them to someone who might
like to read them and have the time.
I mean, really, one of us should
have those thighs.
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