At work, all day long my thoughts are with my children.
At 8:00 a.m. I wonder if Lauryn has quit crying after I dropped her off at school? Is she okay now? Did her teacher dry her tears?
At 10:00 a.m. I wonder if Skylyr has ate breakfast? Did he drink his milk? Maybe I should start giving him Flintstone’s vitamin.
11:30 a.m. It’s lunch. Did Lauryn eat what I packed her? Did someone help her open her milk? She’s so shy, what if she’s too afraid to ask someone for help?
1:00 p.m. Nap time. Oh, how I wish I was at home with Skylyr, snuggled up on the couch as he twists my hair with his tiny little fingers, while downing a sippy cup.
2:00 p.m. I must not forget to pick Lauryn up from school. Oh, my! What would happen if I did? Would she be panicked? Would someone call me? Would they report me to social services?
3:00 p.m. I am on my way to collect my children. I cannot wait to see them, hold them, and kiss them to pieces. I do and then it starts.
Five minutes after I’ve picked up my first bundle of joy, she begins her requests. “Can we stop and get candy? Can we pick Katie up? Can we pick Madison up? Can I go to Nana’s house? Can we go walking? Can I ride my bike on the road? Get me some milk! Where is my night-night?”. The demands go on and on…
Then I collect bundle of joy number two and he starts. “Can we go to Wayne’s? Can I ride my tractor? Can I ride Wayne’s tractor? Can we go walking? Push me on the swing! Get me some juice! Pick Katie up!”. The list goes on and on.
Does it ever stop? Can I move fast enough? Can I get an extra set of hands? I make one happy, and I make the other one mad. One wants to go outside, the other one wants to stay inside. I fix two different meals. I hunt down favorite cups and missing blankets! I charge john Deere tractors and corral ponies. I am utterly spent, and I am not nearly enough!
It’s a quarter after five p.m. on most days when I begin to day dream about work. Yes, I miss work! I miss the quiet! I miss the freedom! Does this make me a bad mother? Wait, never mind! Don’t answer!
Not a bad mother at all…just one who loves sanity!
Love it! Sanity can be so elusive at home
It doesn’t make you a bad mother– just a mother. We all go through it. Day after day. Hang in there!
Thanks. I guess it is just part of being the “M” word. I understand my own mother’s behavior a lot better now, lol! So many things she did back then that I didn’t get, makes perfect sense to me now!
Well, I was going to write a long one but I will just say you sound like a typical Mom to me.
Thank God, I am typical. Sometimes, I worry if I am a little abnormal. I wish you would have wrote a long one. I love your pretty words!
lol….ah the joys of motherhood [; Im trying to stick to just ONE baby but my fiance wants FOUR!! :0 geez i dont know if i could handle it lol!
You might be surprised with what you can and can not handle! Good luck with the one!
ahh you describe the circle very well… it never ends.
I’m sure your a great mom (-: dont worrie <3
Thank you
I struggle with this, too. Husbandio and I thought that it would be best if I stayed home with the kids once we had two, until we had the first one and I realized that I would very quickly become a HORRIBLE PERSON if I didn’t get a break all day…
Oh I know! Being a mommy is the HARDEST job in the world! I’m glad you can get a little relief
No, not at all. You’re just human. I get it completely. I have a Skyler (spelled this way)! He drives me crazy sometimes and now he’s driving his teachers crazy. For the first time, I was like, ok, I’m NOT imagining things. Enjoy the peace when you can.
Thank you for making me feel “normal”! I guess you can relate to this post in more ways than one. Maybe it’s a Skylyr thing!