Yesterday morning we took our son to a local surgery center to have tubes put in and adenoids taken out. Having your child go under anesthesia is a nerve wracking experience. He came through just fine and spent the afternoon sleeping.
This was on our way home. Side note: He used to call R2D2 beebooboop. Adorable.
My mother in law brought my other two kiddos home and they were ready for naps. My youngest though tries to act as if he doesn’t truly need a nap. On these types of days, I will lay next to him and watch Parks & Rec or Frasier, whichever old show I am in to at the moment. Currently it is Parks & Rec…he lays and watches with me until he falls asleep. Typically halfway through the show even though Frasier actually put him to sleep faster than others.
It isn’t often anymore that three kids sleep at once, so my quiet moments are usually in the evening. By that time, I am as useless as road kill and don’t get much done. Let alone sitting and reflecting on my life.
I didn’t use my time yesterday to reflect much or even try to maintain the mountain of laundry. Instead, I sat and laughed at the jokes of Parks & Rec whilst eating my way through the snacks in my house. Some days, that is what we need. To sit and do nothing. Hashtag relax
What do you do in your quiet time? Do you let your 18 month old watch a dumb show with you?
I go from being a frumpy stay at home mom to a decently dressed citizen. (Don’t mind my closet, it is organized but small.)
I did not shower. I slathered on some make up, repositioned the hair tie, and slid into some new clothes. Added earrings. (That I love. My husband gave them to me and now I want a set in every color.)
Being a mom is tough. Looking like a mom is rough. There is a fresh feeling of dressing in clothes that make me feel good. Even when I haven’t showered in 24 hours! (Don’t worry. I eventually bathed.)
What do you do as a parent that makes you feel good? Turns you into a human again.
My father is a wise man. I enjoy hearing his opinions and taking in whatever wisdom he offers. Do I always agree with him? Of course not, but that doesn’t change the way I think about him. He is a father of four kids and a grandfather to eight going on nine kiddos, five and under. Let’s say the man has had some life experience.
I, like my father, have four children. The days run me over like a MAC truck ramming over a soda can. Many days it is difficult to see the future due to the giant mountain standing right in front of me. The mountains change daily. Spilled blueberry smoothie all over the carpet, poop under your fingernail (insert gagging), or maybe my child’s attitude is appalling. During one of those moments of pure frustration, my dad leans over and says, “just remember…these are the good ole days.”
In the moment I want to slap his words away from myself. Heck. To. The. No. Sir. Good ole days. Psh. Finally we are home and all children are in their beds sound asleep. I assess the damage of the day and sit down instead of cleaning. I go through photos on my phone and begin to recall the sweet moments from the days. Simple acts of love from my daughter reaching for my hand and holding it. My son making goofy faces to make me laugh or trying to distract my eyes from the mischief he was causing. My oldest girl telling endless made up knock knock jokes and laughing at her jokes that make no sense.
My children bring me pure, unadaltered joy. They send rage coursing through my entire body. Their kisses on my cheek are overwhelmingly sweet and sticky with snot all at the same time. Their love for me is forgiving and full of grace.
Being a parent is the hardest and most gratifying life decision I have ever made. I would not change these moments for anything because it is true…I am living in the good ole days.