After two weeks of summer vacation our house looks like the dirt tracks I like to run on. Thanks to an unfortunate combination of kids coming in with muddy shoes and lots of spilled water.
'Mommy, I need new water for my watergun!'
'But I just put a whole bucket of water outside! Surely there's enough water in there to fill your watergun!'
'Yes, but it kind of fell over...'
'Well, okay then.'
'Mommy, I spilled a little all over the floor. Bye!'
At first I resisted the growing mess, and mopped the floors over and over again, but in the end I just shrugged and decided: 'I'll do it when they're back in school.' And in my head I hear the first few lines of Abba's hit Waterloo:
My, my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war!
Yes people, this mom found her Waterloo in the summer vacation. But unlike Napelon I am not too proud to admit defeat!
On the contrary: I've already packed my suitcases and am ready to leave for a desert island.
You have to know when to cut your losses and try again another day.
Just like Paula Radcliffe did in Athen.