Sometimes being a Mom Sucks Ass.
Sometimes being a Mom is a joy.
I have a lot of work to do today, which I really enjoy doing. What I don't enjoy doing is being interrupted every three seconds by Elijah.
"Maaaa. Bababbababababababaaaaaaaaa." And up I go to get him a sippy cup.
"Maaaaa....pee on potty!" And up I go to take him to the potty.
Ten minutes later I smell stench. He pooped in his diaper (how did I have the foresight to put a diaper on him?). Change his diaper, get him dressed.
Make him a snack, bring his car garage and all of his cars downstairs. Put on a movie. Leave the room. Sit down. Pick up on kitten ear to stitch onto a kitten hat.
"Maaaaaa. Pee on Potty!"
This morning when I got Elijah out of his crib he ran into my room and jumped into my bed. I laid down with him and he said,
"I ruv wu Momma."
My three oldest daughter's spend every Friday-Monday with their Dad. Yesterday they came over to spend the day with me because they had lots of plans for Mother's Day Sunday (soccer games and birthday parties).
We had a nice time, ate pizza and snacks and I even let them all have ginger ale with dinner.
When it's time to leave, Max cries.
Although I don't like it when she cries, my heart did jump a wee bit.
'She's sad that she has to leave...', I thought to myself.
"Moooooommmmmmmmmaaaaaa....I didn't even get to finish my KLONDIKE BARRRR!"
The other day Olivia hugged me and said
"You feel so much skinnier, it's so nice."
"You were softer when you were fatter."
Rosey and I got to hang out on the couch for a few minutes last night before the younger kids got a hold of me. I even got to push her bangs off of her lovely forehead.
Because of all these joyful children I have six loads of laundry to do this Mother's Day.
Joy of All Joys:
I have four healthy, vibrant children.
I had the privilege of feeding them from my own body and caring for them with my own hands.
Happy Mother's Day! Give Yo Momma a kiss, or a hug, or a friendly phone call. If you can not do those things, think of her fondly. I insist.