The sun was shining, Disney music was quietly playing, and everyone was calmly and quietly engrossed in their own things...
And for those 40 minutes, I took back everything I said during the rest of the day about wanting to sell them to the circus (that's code for a lot of things I can't or shouldn't repeat).
And during the time it took me to write this post (about 30 minutes), I've cleaned up two spilled water messes, physically pulled Sophie off of Spencer, threatened to send Spencer to his room for back talking, been accused of "never giving us candy!", pulled Carson off the table twice, and have listened to nothing but screaming and crying.
Ah, the glorious days of being a stay at home mom.
7 comments:
looks like sophie is heading down to Orleans for Mardi Gras
Your home is amazing, I love all your decorating corners and beautiful touches. Your children look like some very happy and all to normal kids.
I totally want to comment, but I feel so blah, I can't even make myself think of anything, and that is so sad, because I really did love this post. I suck.
I love that you are blogging more again. I love this post. That is so true. Its a funny thing though, without times like you 30minues you probably would not truley appreciate the beauty in those 40minutes.
Isn't it amazing how fast things can turn from "Gee, I sure love these kids and love being a mom!" to "Holy Crap, what was I thinking when I had children!" and "Seriously, if you do that ONE more time I'm going to smack you upside the head!"? Not that I would ever say that, you know, I'm just sayin'! You gotta love those moments of peace, though otherwise, I'd probably be out of here...or else a much crankier mom (and that's saying something).
to a tee!!!! i swear if it weren't for those moments...which seem to be short and far between, i think children would not exist. also, yay for cameras that give us proof of said moments. the pictures are adorable.
p.s. will you please makeover my blog? (that's what you get for being good at something.)
p.s.s hi don!
mommyhood, not for the faint of heart.
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