It is a very plain fact that there are days- not everyday, not even every other day- but enough days, when I really feel bad for my girls for having to be around me. For instance, days like today: I've felt this intense desire all day to complain to someone about how hard life is and how hard this day is and run through the list of my many plights when I realized that I don't actually have anything to say about anyone but myself. Now before you think I am being too self deprecating and jump down to the combox to tell me what a great job I am doing raising these kids and other sweet encouraging comments which I always love and read multiple times over, please know that this is not intended to evoke those sorts of responses, but is only intended to give the credit where the credit is due today. Credit to me for being an overly tired, extra-emotional, somewhat selfish lady of a mom and credit to my dear children for being damn near perfect. Today.
There are a wide array of things I could blame for my own lowly state this Tuesday: my new found insomniac state, hormones which I will always blame for everything, but mostly I think the blame must be placed squarely on the fact that I am a person, a selfish person who likes her space, her sleep, her coffee sipped in peace and quiet, more sleep, and an occasional day alternating between reading Jane Austen on a park bench and shopping in Forever 21 to my heart's content. And my girls are stuck with me.
As I plopped them in front of a movie this morning to get a few extra zzzs, I fully expected at least one large thud necessitating me rolling out of bed to check on them, or a few "MAMAS!" for more apples, or milk or something, but there was nothing. They sat quietly for all of Finding Nemo and it was not until the only other person I can blame for sleep loss (hint: LUCY) roused me from my precious extra slumber that I was forced off of my sweet, sweet pillow top.
Falls Creek merchandise and check for jewelery sales. There was only one lone meltdown while leaving the store and even though it lasted the duration of the drive home, I will not even share who it was because, you know what? It just doesn't matter. Today.
And even though neither girl would nap, and each made too many weird noises from their individual places of rest to afford me any midday shut eye, there were only 2 exoduses from the premises of the room on Naomi's part: one) to show me her button masterpiece:
And two) to tell me that she loved me. Both of which softened my otherwise stony heart and stifled my inclinations to do as I usually do and bark something along the lines of "mommy needs to sleep and you are NOT allowed out of your room during rest!" So not worth it.
Because now what do you think they are doing why I type this? Sitting in their room playing happily and coloring copious pictures to bring to me with huge smiles and hugs and "I love yous!" that I do not and will never deserve.
And now for more screen time and perhaps an ebay purchase or 2, because I am still tired and selfish, but let it be known: my kids are awesome.