Okay, for all those mom's out there, this is for you to smile at. Being great with child these day's I feel the need for quite time. Krista is great, because she still naps, but Emma and Jessica are not so understanding. Yesterday I put Krista down around 3:00 and put a movie on for the other two. I asked them very nicely to be quite so I could have a little nap. The first 30 times they came into my room I was understanding.
"Emma hit me"
"Jessica started it"
"Mom, look at my owie"
"Can I have a snack?"
"Emma hit me"
"Jessica started it"
"MOM!!!"
"Jessica smacked me"
.................and on and on it went!
By 4:30 I was starting to loose it (in a very calm voice)"The next person who comes into my room, will be very, very sorry!"
So at this point I thought I had won. It had been a good 30 min and I was not bothered. They were happy and laughing. Then the phone rang. It was Andrew telling me he would be home soon. Well so much for a nap. it was time to start dinner. I walked into the kitchen and saw why Emma and Jessica had been having so much fun and laughing together.
Picture this if you can. Each child had a hand towel, and three wash rags laid out and stacked on top of each other. On top of the pile of rags was a glass of milk. (okay so they were thirsty, right?) WRONG! They had gotten the chocolate milk mix out and a straw for each of them and were blowing mountains of chocolate bubbles. Now when I say mountains, I mean six inch cascading mountains of bubbles. They were so proud! Now if I were a good mom, and not 8 months pregnant, I would have grabbed my camera and had a great laugh with the two of them. Well as you can see, there is no picture. I was tired, and angry. They were good girls and helped me clean up the mess(and I didn't even have to yell). I was just walking to the sink to wring out the last of the rags, as Emma was going to put the chocolate milk mix away. Many of you know that Emma won't walk any place. She bounces. She did not have the lid on the mix very well, and before I knew it, my house was coated in a chocolate powder of dust.
Oh the joys of children. I love being a mom. It is the joy of my life. I don't love the messes that I am always cleaning, but I do love the joy that I see when I look at my girls. A few (many millions) of messes is nothing to pay for the gift the Lord has given me by letting me be a mother. Next time, I will remember to laugh (and take a picture) and not let motherhood overwhelm me.
8 comments:
:) he he...
"Mom, Emma almost touched me"
My personal favorite.
I love this!!!
It is so typical of those girls, and just think only 30 something more days you are going to add another ashby to the insanity.
"not let motherhood overwhelm me"...ha ha good one. I still haven't conquered that one yet. Love your blog by the way.
AS beautiful as those three little ones are, how could you not love motherhood! Hang in there,sis...unca dale
A typical day in the blissfull life of a young mother! Carry on, carry on, carry on.......
Is this really what I have to look forward to???? Thanks for the warning and the camera advice!
So I cast my vote on the names, I chose Zach and Angela, mostly because those are my favorites not because I think you will pick them, although I think you should take into consideration because they are my favorites you should pick one of them, I don't really care which one, just one! Um if you do have a boy, and you don't choose Zach, I think you need to have a bigger varity to choose from, and not David!
This reminds me of the time when Colby made himself some chocolate milk by pouring the Hershey's syrup directly into the milk jug. There was enough syrup to change the color and taste of the milk, but not enough to make it very good. We had about 3/4 a gallon of something, but it wasn't chocolate milk.
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