Kitchen or the Egg

I want this to be the last time.
I want this to be the last time I cancel plans for someone else.
I want this to be the last time I’m not present with my kids while I’m waiting for my tentative plans to firm up.
I want this to be the last time I miss the scheduled activity trying to clean my house and make dinner for a maybe.
I want this to be the last time I skip my workout in the morning so I can fit everything else in to be the hostess with the most-est.
I want this to be the last time I don’t put my own family first.
(When. am I going. to get this?)
You. do. not. come. first.
My. family. comes. first.
Here’s the best part – you never asked to be the top priority! I put you there all by myself.
It’s not about you or the dozens (scores?) of other people I’ve done this for over the years.
But you helped me finally see it.
*Thank you!*
And now I’m really excited to see you when we do finally get together. Because I’ve finally got the equation right: you put your family first; and I do the same.
And it will be perfect. However it is.

Written stream-of-consciousness after my latest screw-up.

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