I was telling my husband about how I wanted the girls to start wearing their sunglasses more, especially when we are at the pool. We were having a discussion about how strong the sun is here and how it could effect their eyes. Apparently, Marianna and Caroline overheard our talk. Today, they both asked for their sunglasses and kept them on the entire time we were outside. No complaining, no questions asked. I had to chuckle. Why can't they listen like that under all circumstances? Maybe I should talk about how if they don't listen and behave well, their hair will turn blue or something :-)
I had to take the crew with me on my run /walk this morning. I have been getting up before they awake and thoroughly enjoying that 45 minutes to an hour of me time. Marianna has been laying the guilt on hard. "Why don't you take me with you?" "I need to exercise too." "It's not fair for you to go without me." WHAT? Where in the manual does it say I have to be with child 24/7?
Why is it so easy for us Mom's to feel guilty? I know I shouldn't feel badly for not taking her. Most of me does not. There is a small part of me that is bothered by her statements. I wish I wasn't upset about it, but I do end up feeling guilty. My emotional side makes me think, maybe I should take her...then the sensible part of me says No, you need time to be by yourself and she is going to have to deal with it. Wow! I wished I listened to my sensible side more often.
There has to be a balance. Why don't they make my husband feel guilty? They don't seem as bothered when he does something kid free. Why is there a double standard? Maybe it is because I am with them constantly. My point EXACTLY...
I was given this poem from one of my daughter's teachers. I just love it. It made me laugh (really hard) and cry all at the same time. Motherhood is all about balance and I don't know when we ever figure it out, if we do at all. As long as we do our best and love our children with our hearts and soul, then our job is well done.
If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Kathy Fictorie
If you give a mom a muffin,
She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she'll find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She'll look for her cookbook ("101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger").
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The check book is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year old.
She'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two year old's diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are...
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
How true is this poem? It just cracks me up and makes me laugh that it could be personally written for me (and almost any other Mom I know). I hope you enjoyed it and it brought a smile to your face.
It truly is hard to believe tomorrow is the 4th of July. Our lazy days of summer are going quickly. Where has the time gone?
I wish ya'll a very happy 4th. Stay safe and enjoy your time with family and friends. Maybe, you'll find some balance this weekend =)
"I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, and I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me." ~ Lee Greenwood
Hi I'm Jen, married to my best friend for 15 1/2 years and a Mom to 3 beautiful, energetic girls. This blog is about life, learning to live with Grace and Girls Raised In The South (GRITS). Thanks for spending some time in my small part of the world! I hope you find a story you can relate to and you'll want to come back!
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