Now that you are old (and might I say how lovely you look today!) and you are going through this blog , reminiscing about the good ol' days, you must be laughing at the funny antics of your spunky daughter. Smiling at the thoughtful things your eldest son said with the utmost sincerity. Even shedding a tear weighted with the brevity of your youngest's babyhood. Ah, how time flies.
Well, self, snap out of it and don't forget about days like today. When your daughter drew on the coffee table with a Sharpie marker. Your baby is cutting two teeth while being infected with the snottiest cold you have ever seen. You need a shower because there is enough oil in your hair to halt the recession. You called your husband at 8:30 in the morning to tell him how junky your day has been; and called again at 3:30 to remind him. You spilled bleach while doing laundry. You went to pick up your son donning your pajamas while your baby wore a t shirt and heavy diaper. You ran in circles cleaning up, only to be followed by four small feet, undoing your work. You screamed at the kids when they woke up the baby, who is napping in 5 minute intervals, then felt bad when they showered you with pictures saying, "I love you Mom!!!!" and "HFEEFTH." You are feeding these loving children frozen taquitos for dinner, and you will probably try to get by with reading them a board book, hopefully Spot (ball, wagon, bear, the end!), as a bedtime story.
Even as a I write this, me, I am betting that you miss some of these things. (But I'm pretty sure you don't miss the shirts glistening with crusty snot.)
*Oh, self, someone is kidding with you now. Not two minutes after writing this post, you went to your room to feed the baby, turned on the t.v. (to closed captioning of course, in hopes that the baby would fall asleep - ha!) and what should be on? Stupid Terms of Stupid Endearment. Me, you just burst into stupid tears, convinced that you are going to die in two weeks, the children will forget about you, turn to this blog for a memory jogger, and read about how snotty they were. And how you had greasy hair and wore jammies all day. Even worse, they will probably need a womanly influence, someone who remembers you for who you were, and it will be - oh, agh - your mom.
5 comments:
Ha ha! That is funny! I mean, not funny, but funny. That was a good one about the oil in your hair ending the recession. It's quite a thought. What if everyone got together and squeezed their hair into their gas tanks? I'd guess you could get an extra gallon a week of gas for free!
I'm sorry you had a bad day, but your kids sure look cute and sweet in those gorgeous pictures! Also, I love that picture of Jake leaning next to a tree. Is that his school picture or did you take him to a park and make the background all cool and foggy? Call me.
Christie I sure love your blog...hallelujah for your new (and hilarious post...promise me that next time your day stinks you'll call me to take Grace off your hands!
hahahaha!!! EH HEM...I mean, I'm so sorry that you had a horrible day:(
But I love the way you vent about it! No matter how hard we try, we can't be perfect all of the time, right? (Although, I know a lot of people who like to pretend that they are).
Thanks for keeping it real girlfriend! Love ya! Hey and call me if you ever want to cry together! I here for ya!
Even worse, they will probably need a womanly influence, someone who remembers you for who you were, and it will be - oh, agh - your mom.
Uh.....watch it.
Hey Robyn!!!!!!!
Mama said they'll be days like this, huh? Aren't you so glad everyday isn't as crappy? I do love the way you tell a story.
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