So I woke up today in the typical fashion: screaming children. Such a lovely way really. Always puts you in the best of moods right out of the gate. Some of the highlights today was Lily slamming her sister Olivia's head in the dryer door. I can't make this stuff up. Poor thing bit her tongue and you know how much that hurts. Even right now as I'm trying to claim some alone time the twins are fighting and screaming and crying. I'm sure it's over something really important like, "she's touching me". Another lovely moment was the twins beating their sippy cups against the floor hard enough for the valve to fall out so that they could pour the milk from the cup all over the floor. Then there was Lily who decided to bathe all her dolls in the sink. Apparently water doesn't need to stay in the sink for the bath to take. It's only 2pm. Crap. I can only wonder what else my little blessings have in store for Mama. Because, of course, I don't have enough to do during the day what with the diaper changing and breakfast and lunch and loading everyone into the suburban to take Lily to school and doing 3 loads of laundry a day just to keep up and cleaning under the kitchen table for the 10th time because cheerios taste better down there and getting everyone dressed and redressed after they take off all the clothes that you just put on and then once Lily is actually dropped off at school, having to put the seatbelts from the carseats back on the twins because they've learned how to escape and putting their shoes and socks back on because apparently toes can become really hot in shoes when it's 26 degrees outside and cleaning the house and making beds and fixing dinner and helping with homework and balancing the checkbook and wondering where the hell all the money goes so fast and paying bills and wiping noses and coordinating stuff for a women's group I'm in at church (which usually has to wait until 10pm so I can do it in peace) and driving to cub scouts and driving to dance class and planning the weekly menu for 6 people and going grocery shopping with the twins while all well wishers offer their unsolicited advice and trying to manage everything by myself when my husband is out of town for the 1000th time and fretting over losing weight and not getting enough sleep and feeling inadequate and missing my dad and just wanting to take a bath because I haven't had the opportunity to bathe for 4 days for the love of God and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
People say (with love I'm sure), "You really need to make some time for yourself. It's not healthy." No freaking kidding. The irony in all of this is looking forward to having some alone time and realizing it won't come until all the kids have moved out and then missing them like hell. Geesh.
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i hope that you remind yourself at least once a day, (with feeling): "i am superwoman. i am a goddess. i am an amazing wife and friend and mom. i rock the planet." because, for real? i don't know a lot of women who can do what you do. you could, so easily, go back to work and pay someone else to hang with your kids all day. people do it every day. hell, i do it. and this crazy-ass world that is all yours is all yours. your kids are going to grow up to be the most amazing adults because you bent over to pick the cheerios up from under the table a million times. and when jack becomes president, oh, wait - i'm sorry - when lily becomes president and jack becomes bill gates and those crazy twins do whatever amazing thing they are destined to do, you get to sit back and relax and be proud of them and yourself. so. repeat after me: "i am awesome. i rule. no man has the balls to do what i do every single day. i am wonderful. i am the strongest woman in the universe."
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