Can we talk here? Actually, can I talk and you listen?? Just Mom to Mom (or to somebody who knows a Mom, has a Mom, been a Mom, wants to be a Mom, has thought about being a Mom....etc.). You know those days?? I am finishing up one but I just want to go over it one more time with you. It's gonna be wordy, lengthy and probably boring but just consider this cheap therapy. :)
Daughter slept with me last night as her Dad was out of town. As alarm goes off at 6:00am, she says, "Mom, did you get my shorts washed last night?" I am running thought through my mind....shorts, shorts, shorts...."Oh! The ones you asked me to wash while I was cooking dinner?" "Yes"..."No, but I'm headed that way." Get her dressed and on the bus, get boys up, fed, dressed and headed to the bus. At the bus stop, oldest son says, "Mom! I don't have my geography paper!" "Well, I asked you to pack your backpack last night and I watched you do it. Did you not get the paper in there?" "Yes, I did! Somebody (I just love Somebody) took it out!" Feeling tired and generous, I said, "that's okay....I will put little B on the bus, take you home and drive you to school." And I do.....in yellow gown, pink robe and black flipflops with hair piled on top of head. As we get to the school, I realize I forgot to give youngest son the note that says he can ride the bus home so I ask older son "Can you please take this note to B's teacher?" "Sure"......but he is somewhat pouty in the backseat due to me getting irritated about "somebody" taking the geography paper out of his backpack. I am big on taking responsibility. Oldest son exits the vehicle and I am headed home to a late shower.
Arriving at home, I decide to answer a few emails, email youngest's teacher about him riding the bus (just in case oldest didn't get the bus note there) and then go ahead and pay bills. I pay bills online which is a great timesaver but it always depresses me how much money you can spend in 5 minutes and a few clicks. As I finish and get up to head to the shower, the phone rings and it is my daughter: "Mom? A kid nailed me in PE and I have a huge goose egg on my shin bone the size of my palm and my teacher thinks you need to come look at it." "Be right there." I throw on clothes out of the laundry (as I plan on coming home to take a shower), brush my hair out and hope sunglasses cover up most of the circles under my eyes. I arrive at school to find her in the office with leg elevated and iced. Swelling has gone down but I can see the indentions where the boy's foot hit her shin. She can walk and is not in pain.....okay, back to class. As I am leaving, I realize today was to be grocery store day as there is NOTHING in the house to eat. I am close so I decide to go ahead and go. I am in and out in a flash and have just enough time to run home, put the cold stuff away and get to my haircut appt. Now, if you are a Mom, haircut appointments are VERY precious and you will walk through hot coals to get there because if you miss it, it might not happen again for....oh.....another year. I was determined. I made it right on the dot and was refreshed by that little pair of scissors. Now if I only didn't have these hideous roots.....oh....wait....that is a whole 'nother story......
Came straight home, finished putting up groceries and had a few minutes to breathe. Phone rings and it's my daughter: "Mom, can you pick me up at the bus stop, my leg hurts." "Sure". Back in the car, pick her up and back home. Phone rings. Husband says, "Hey, can you meet me at 4:15 to sign some papers?" "All the kids are about to be home." "They will be fine, daughter can watch them for a minute." AUGH!! Back in the car, drive the 20 minutes to meet him. After he is 10 minutes late, phone rings: "Hey, you need to go pick up youngest son, he didn't get on the bus. But could you go in and sign those papers first?" (This is now 40 minutes after school is out.) I glance in the backseat to find the bus note I gave the oldest son lying on the floor. Make mental note. Head in to sign papers, "I'm sorry ma'am but you and your husband have to sign them together, can you come back after you pick up your son?" "Certainly!" Head to school. Get text from sweet neighbor who just happens to be at school and notices my son is there. "Want me to pick up B?" "Yes, that would be awesome. Story to follow later." "Cool". Turn back around and head back to sign papers. Man in charge wants to talk about his love of football and how he has always wanted a job with Kevin's company. "Sir, can I sign the papers because I have 2 little boys who need to get to football." And off I go back home. Phone rings: "Mrs. G, this is Mrs P at the school and we have your son here. There is a Mrs. U that says you have authorized her to take him. Is that correct?" "Yes, she is my neighbor and on my list, he can go." "Are you sure?" Oh please, please, please don't ask me that at this point. "YES!!! I am O.SO.SURE!"
Drive like a maniac to get back home, make water bottles......Little B makes it home and is fine but semi-upset with me. Hugs me and tells me he forgives me while oldest son says, "O yeah, Mom, I forgot that note in the car. I was going to go tell his teacher but I didn't want to be late to class." Holding my tongue and staying far away from him, I continue to throw stuff around for football. Make it there just as they are taking the field. Drop one at 6:00 and the other at 6:15 and head to Chick-fil-A......I am NOT cooking tonight and nobody is going to make me. Head back to field to pick up youngest. "Mom?" "Yes?" "Remember you promised we could get a Kona Ice (shaved ice) tonight? You said Thursday and it is Thursday." "Yes, I did....let's see if Daddy has any money." Walked the forever walk to get it and are heading to the car. For my 6 yr old, all worries of the day are gone. He is back home with me, he has his Kona Ice with about 7 mixed flavors and things couldn't be any better. I, on the other hand, am exhausted. I feel nasty b/c I have yet to shower, I am tired of being "needed" and I am thinking, "if I hear the word "mom" one more time today.....".
It's a beautiful sunset and we are walking to the car - he's eatin' and I am just walkin. Out of the blue, "Mom?" ugh............."Yes?" "I am so glad you are my mother." Stopped me in my tracks.....and all MY worries of the day were gone. Wow! God works FAST on tired Mom's!! Thank you God for the little ones you use to teach awesome lessons. Thank you for allowing me to be a Mom, thank you for me being "needed" and being blessed with a crazy life (even though I drove about 170 miles today and never left my own little bubble). Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I think I will call my own mother tomorrow and when she answers the phone, I will say, "Mom? I am so glad you are my mother."
Thank you for letting me bend your ear. Tomorrow is a NEW day!
Goodnight,
k
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