“Mommy, I don’t like you. You go away to Mickey Mouse’s house,” is Makayla’s hurtful, go-to phrase. Boy, how I wish I could go away to Mickey Mouse’s house, sans children. Yes, it’s not only been one of those days, but one of those weeks, morphing into two of those weeks. I love my children, but I don’t love always being around them.
It’s been drama from little miss Emmalyne. I step two feet from her, she cries. Makayla brushes past her, she cries. I leave a room, she cries. I re-enter a room, she cries. I pick her up, no tears. I put her down, the waterworks commence..
At Rogers yesterday, I became one of those clients, to my horror. While switching network services, my darling daughters were squealing, listening to their echoes bounce off the walls and scattering veggie straws about. Emmalyne swept up the dusty floor with her knees. Both tinkered with the cell phone accessories hanging from two feet down. Makayla kept wondering why an associate wasn’t answering her repeated questions of, “What’s your name?” He was speaking with customer care.
Although I cleaned up their mess as quickly as the snacks dropped, and hushed their hollers, a female associate was not impressed. Leaning beside the counter, with puckered lips, she shot me dirty looks in thirty-second intervals. Didn’t she have a job to do?
“Lady, I want to get out of here as fast as you want me to,” was all I was thinking. After the test call and signed papers, I snatched my poopy baby off the floor. Makayla skipped out of the store, excited for McDonald’s ice cream.
My mom looked at me and smiled. “At least they weren’t crying,” she joked. I guess it could have been worse.
From shopping fiascos and tantrums to whipping arrowroots across the kitchen and spit cleaning (yes, Makayla thinks that spitting and wiping it up is how one cleans), I have tried to remain cool. On the outside I’m as calm as a coma. On the inside, I’m cursing like a trucker.
When I’m on the verge of losing my poop, Psalm 127:3 tends to pop into my head. “Children are a blessing from the Lord and a reward from Him.” Thank you God for my two blessings, now could you please give me a break?
Here's some encouragement for you fellow mommies trying to stay afloat:
"For everything these is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven."
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Our children will grow up one day. Instead of milk and soother demands, it'll be car key requests and curfews.
It’s been drama from little miss Emmalyne. I step two feet from her, she cries. Makayla brushes past her, she cries. I leave a room, she cries. I re-enter a room, she cries. I pick her up, no tears. I put her down, the waterworks commence..
At Rogers yesterday, I became one of those clients, to my horror. While switching network services, my darling daughters were squealing, listening to their echoes bounce off the walls and scattering veggie straws about. Emmalyne swept up the dusty floor with her knees. Both tinkered with the cell phone accessories hanging from two feet down. Makayla kept wondering why an associate wasn’t answering her repeated questions of, “What’s your name?” He was speaking with customer care.
Although I cleaned up their mess as quickly as the snacks dropped, and hushed their hollers, a female associate was not impressed. Leaning beside the counter, with puckered lips, she shot me dirty looks in thirty-second intervals. Didn’t she have a job to do?
“Lady, I want to get out of here as fast as you want me to,” was all I was thinking. After the test call and signed papers, I snatched my poopy baby off the floor. Makayla skipped out of the store, excited for McDonald’s ice cream.
My mom looked at me and smiled. “At least they weren’t crying,” she joked. I guess it could have been worse.
From shopping fiascos and tantrums to whipping arrowroots across the kitchen and spit cleaning (yes, Makayla thinks that spitting and wiping it up is how one cleans), I have tried to remain cool. On the outside I’m as calm as a coma. On the inside, I’m cursing like a trucker.
When I’m on the verge of losing my poop, Psalm 127:3 tends to pop into my head. “Children are a blessing from the Lord and a reward from Him.” Thank you God for my two blessings, now could you please give me a break?
Here's some encouragement for you fellow mommies trying to stay afloat:
"For everything these is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven."
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Our children will grow up one day. Instead of milk and soother demands, it'll be car key requests and curfews.