I’m tired, my eyes are still burning, I’m grumpy and I could really use a cup of coffee.
But that will have to wait.
First, I need to pick up all the toys strewn about because I just stepped on one and now I’m pissed. My foot hurts and I really want to sit down and rub it but the madness of a mother is unstoppable, “Clean up these toys Right now! In your room…Pick them up and put them in your room!”
Happy Mother’s Day to me.
The man of the house is asleep due to the graveyard shift. So it’s just another day.
Changing diapers, preparing oatmeal. I’m too tired to spoil myself with some eggs, sausage and country potatos. Mmm..that does sound good though, doesn’t it?
My son, who is three, woke up 3 hours after I laid him down for the night. He fell back asleep 3 and a 1/2 hours later. It’s rare..but it happens. So I think I’m working on 4 hours of sleep, I really have no idea.
This is what Mother’s Day is all about right? My son has no idea that it’s Mother’s Day. In Fact, he probably wouldn’t be acting like such a little gargoyle if he new this was my day…or would he? 🙂
When you are young, you have no idea the job of your Mother. Of Course they curse us while they have us in their clutches. The curse is forgotten until we have our own children, who turn out to be as develish as we were.
That’s the whole Point. If we didn’t have children of our own, it’d be hard to understand what our Mother went thru.
If you don’t have children…You’ll understand what I’m talking about when you do. I can’t explain it any better.
For me, as a mother, Mother’s Day reminds me how lucky I am to have my little “munchyhead”. Even though at times, I think the madhouse would be more inviting then my own, it’s the moments when he kisses me or asks for a hug…or when he’s sleeping peacefully and looks angelic; Deceiving but adorable :), when he giggles uncontrollably and all the little things inbetween.