This morning I woke up to sweet children helping each other make breakfast. A bowl of cereal with a healthy dose of Strawberry Milk on the side.
It was so sweet how they were trying to be quiet as not to wake me, and their whispers were full of let me help you's and want me to do that for you's. There were even a bunch of please and thank you's.
Proud mommy moment for sure.
And then ten minutes go by. (Ah. You know where I'm going with this)
I'm upstairs pulling out my contact solution to begin the process of inserting pieces of plastic into my nearly blind eyes, when I hear my daughter crying. Not the fake "He touched me" cry, but real tears. As I hurry to see what the issue is, I find a little girl with a slightly bloody lip.
I think I get a couple gold stars for not flying off the handle. I interrogated the boy to find out what happened. The story went down like this:
"She tried to destroy my lego robot I made. She was bothering me.""Did you hit her?" (Completely obvious, but I was giving him the chance to tell the truth)"Yes. She made me so mad."
Both went to time-out. Why both? Because she does that to him ALL the time. She is the biggest stinker/tease, and lately she's been getting worse. (Pray for me?)
I feel like my life as a Mommy is one big carnival. Except for the fact that I wanted to ride the Tunnel of Love and not the Roller Coaster of Emotional Drama. What happened after time-out? Oh, they were hugging and laughing again. See what I mean? Roller. Coaster.
*don't mock the awesome visual aid - you know you love it*
What Mommy Carnival Ride are you on? Ferris Wheel? Carousel? Bumper Cars? I think the trick is learning to laugh on these rides. Some scream. I don't want to be a screamer (even though it may APPEAR that my handy illustration depicts me as such). I want to be a 'Whoo-hoo!' -er.
And I for sure don't want to be a vomiter.
Here's hoping for more whoo-hoo-ing! --xoxo