Thursday, June 9, 2011

Another Day

Today was one of those days where it feels like I had excellent intentions but nothing much really got accomplished. As I was just reviewing my day, I think identified a few key moments that illuminated my meaningful accomplishments.

Like when Jed and I had one of those nice heart to heart mother/son talks as we discussed "Why we don't hide urine-soaked clothing under the bed, but rather put it in the dirty-clothes basket." This came not long before my discussion with a screeching Zoe regarding "Why we don't take our motorized toothbrush into Walmart."

My cleaning chores never did get all crossed off, but I Jed and Zoe made sure I had plenty of more pressing housekeeping tasks to accomplish,, like cleaning marker off the couch, cleaning poop off the couch, cleaning pen off the couch, and collecting the pillows from the couch that were scattered about the house approximately 1,543 times. Also, cleaning pen off my daughter, pen off her shoes, pen off her clothing, pen off her bed, and something that looks a lot like melted crayon off the car front seat. A good ten minutes were spent fantasizing about purging all pen/pencil/crayon/marker objects from my life forever.

I washed and folded a load of laundry, just as intended, but that was fairly offset by the three (THREE!) sets of clothing both the kids had already been through by 10 AM. They didn't wake up until 8, I'm not sure how they can be so effective at getting wet and filthy so quickly and consistently while I just try to shove some food in them, throw on some makeup, put my hair in a ponytail, and get out the door to the store. Especially since they seem to spent 99% of the time running around in their underwear anyway.

Despite these usual little frustrations of motherhood, though, we still had a nice day. The kids were cheerful and generally obedient. We had a nice morning devotional. I got plenty of kisses on my poor stubbed baby toe. We read books together quietly, restfully, peacefully during quiet time. Zoe wailed her way through dinner, but after 30 minutes or so of full ignoration, she decided to revert to her usual darling smiley, giggly self. My handsome husband came home and showered us all with love and affection. I'm a pretty blessed busy mom -- even if I don't have much to show for it except a slightly worn home, two half-naked runners, a big kicking belly, and one very attractive man.

2 comments:

Cassie said...

Sounds like your couch had a worse day then you did! Good job getting through it with a positive attitude.

Jen said...

Sounds like you've got it all to me! Love reading your posts!!