I realize that I’ve pretty much done nothing but moan and groan over the past two weeks with the hubby being out of town for so frickin’ long. Can I help it, though, if my fairy godmother decided to go off on a bender and that the shadow of doom chose to make my household its bitch? No, unfortunately, I cannot. Surprisingly, however, there HAVE been two small incidents that brought about a much-needed smile across my tired, weary face. When you’re at the end of your very frayed rope, little things mean a lot.
A couple of nights ago during bath time when I was on the verge of running off to join the circus, my son must have somehow sensed my desperation. The dog had just chewed up my favorite slippers, the dirty laundry looked like Mount Kilimanjaro, and I had refereed more than my fair share of fights for the day. So when I saw that my daughter had then turned the tub into a damn wave pool, I had no other choice but to begin my transformation into Mean Mommy. My lid was just about to flip when I felt a little pair of arms envelop me from behind like a warm blanket. I glanced over my shoulder to see my amazingly perceptive little guy smiling sweetly at me as if to say that everything was gonna be alright. Just that teensy tiny little hug was all I needed to get me through the rest of that long day.
And maybe it’s a twin thing because my daughter, too, must have had a feeling that Mama was at her breaking point. It was after yet another nerve-racking afternoon that she holed herself up with some paper and crayons and forbade me from entering the room. She claimed that she was working on a surprise for me that was “super duper top secret.” I grumbled about the wreck of a mess that had taken over the kitchen and struggled to keep my heavy eyelids open. All I wanted to do was to crawl into bed and forget about all the madness of my frickin’ world. And that’s exactly the point that my angelic little girl presented me with this:
I “fink” it was just what I needed to snap me out of my funk.
Kids really are amazing, aren’t they?!
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