Good things come out of Instagram. Like insta-stalking fellow bloggers and harassing them over email to guest post with you…or so I’ve heard.
I’m pleased to introduce this guest post from fellow insta-mom, Angie. Angie is a SAHM of two little boys. She resides in teeny tiny town in rural Minnesota, where she spends most of her days wiping butts, cleaning, entertaining rambunctious, fickle, stubborn kids. In the off-chance she has some spare time, she likes to sew for her etsy shop, Baby and You Handmade; blog; squeeze in a few pages of a book here and there; and watch loads of mindless TV. Oh, and take about a bazillion pictures of the rambunctious, fickle, stubborn kids noted above, and then post them on Instagram.
“Your imagination is your preview of life’s coming attractions.”
I know I’m guilty of possessing a cobwebby imagination garage. Sometimes the idea of chugging a choo-choo around the circle eight train track one more time, pretending we’re delivering big loads, sounds as exciting as doing laundry. Or worse yet: I’d rather be doing laundry. Pretend play can be painful at times, and I often find myself preoccupied with my mental checklist and clock-watching. One hour and ten minutes until Dave is home. Then I can do this and that and this and that. The cluttered nonsense in my own mind that distracts me from enjoying the very moment I’m in is exhausting. And that exhaustion prevents me from tapping into the imagination from my youth, one I know was quite healthy once upon a time. My favorite moments are the times I put everything aside and simply exist in the now, my imagination oozing out of my ears (since, you know, that’s where mine is stored, after all. Just ask Doctor Spencer).
Oh, speaking of Doctor Spencer, I hear him calling for his next victim, err, patient. Oh wait, he and Ashton are now done playing doctor and have moved on to sword-fighting pirates. Arrrrgh, Matey, that’s my cue to shelve the dribble in my brain and delve into my imagination garage. Yo ho, mateys away!