I'm sorry I have been so negligent in my blogging, but I promise that I have been a superb housewife in the meantime! I'm kidding.... Hahaha. I've actually been very very sick with some chest congestion thing that resulted in insane sinus headaches and too many glasses of tea on the couch! Very happy that I am better and my first day totally back 100% at the Mommy, Wifey thing has been exceptionally wonderful. My house is all sparkly and my laundry is (mostly) caught up, I made brownies and dinner is only 1/2 an hour late.
My darling daughters have been more of a help today than they have since I got sick (who knew?), and today really has been a great day with my Monkey.
Her vocabulary has exploded and it's so much fun to hear her running through the house telling a story at the pace of a F-16 at the decibil of a jet engine. I completed Char's drawer today and while I was in there halfway depressed at the amount of clothes i'm packing away Sarah started to sing. As she finished Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I was left wondering when did she learn every single word in that song... About a half an hour later I was running through the house dodging various sharp and pointy toys when I realized that Sarah had been in the bathroom a little too long. I took a deep breath and walked in... Her hands were wet. My mummzy was on the phone with me and asked me if she'd gotten into something in the shower, I was pretty sure I knew exactly where her hands had been but I asked anyway..
'Sarah, did you get into the shower?'
'No'
'Sarah, were your hands in the potty?!'
No, Mama...'
(My mother is laughing hysterically at this point...)
I glanced at the sink and noticed that.... there wasn't any water in the sink.
'Sarah, were your hands in the potty?!'
'NO, Mama...'
(My mother is still laughing...)
'Where were your hands?'
'In the TOILET, Mama.'
Yep... I knew it. I decided that I need more yoga in my life.
We washed hands and arms, then we moved on with my day... My mom proceeded to tell me that I made hers. I find it almost mean that she laughs at my crazy parenting moments... But after the terrors i'm sure I gave her when I was three i'm sure I had it coming.
Then a little later (right around the time I realized that I was a half hour late in putting the roast in the oven), I was getting a little uptight. I get insanely 'passionate' about my cooking and was frustrated that I had been playing Free Cell instead of fixing dinner. Right around the time I was cleaning the only 9x13 I own, the chips of dried brownie were flying around the kitchen and I hear giggles. I turn around to see Sarah's cheery face laughing...
'Mama, that's so FUNNY!!'
(Me, beet red, puffy faced, tight lipped...) 'No, Sarah, it's really not...'
'But Mama... It IS Funny! See?'
I stopped to look around and see that she had been standing in a brownie shower and that me chopping at this pyrex pan and flinging crumbs everywhere was in fact, very funny. Those reality checks are what makes my life go round....
No matter how grown up you get... You can't ever take life too seriously...
You miss the fun stuff!
