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A Morning in the Life... of Super Woman
- Feb 11, 2009 at 9:38 PM
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The alarm goes off and you hear your husband get ready for work. You bury your head under the pillow; if the sun isn’t up yet, why do people think you should be? You hear him leave, and think “Ah, now I can get a shower, a cup of coffee, and have a few minutes to myself.” You peek with one eye out from under the pillow and move with stealth so as not to alert the little people that there is new life in the house. You slide one foot out from under the covers, then the other. The floor is cold so you root for the fuzzy slippers (you know, the stereotypical frumpy mom slippers you swore you’d never succumb to!) and start to slide down the hall toward the kitchen. When, SLAM! You are knocked to the ground by enemy invaders cleverly disguised as that most intimidating creation of human imagination: toddlers.
You immediately go on defense and pull out Tickle Fingers to protect yourself. One of the invaders makes a mad dash for the kitchen and you remember: You were on your way to get coffee. The other miniature marauder has become an appendage, having attached itself to your leg. You thump in pursuit of the first one, hoping to make a quick stop in front of the coffee pot and find your inspiration for the day. That’s when you see it. That helpful child, the one you are beginning to realize isn’t an invader at all but your very own offspring, has decided to start breakfast. The egg carton is on the counter, the milk is on the table, and your darling little one is dragging the orange juice from the fridge.
You start to smile at the thoughtfulness of it all, your mommy’s heart swelling with pride for the sweetness of this little one. Just a nanosecond later though, reality sets in and your eye begins to tick. You take in the sticky goo dripping from the egg carton and note the white shell fragments stuck to the front of what yesterday had been your newly cleaned cabinets. You note that the milk is indeed on the table, but sans the cups. And the orange juice that is being dragged from the fridge is not right side up, nor is the lid on well, and you are on tenterhooks wondering whether the slow drip will remain or if it will become a sticky, orange river that flows from the fridge into the rest of your day.
You’ve now been out of bed for twenty minutes and the day is shaping up better than some memorable ones from the past, so you hold out hope for its future. You get the kitchen cleaned up, the invaders fed and dressed and morphed into to your precious toddlers, and move into the bathroom. As you look up and see yourself in the mirror, you shake your head and just laugh. That cute, sassy hair cut that made you feel like a million bucks when you stole half an hour to get it done about six months ago is standing on end, and yesterday’s mascara has made you look like a raccoon. You multi-task, brushing your teeth and scraping sticky substances off of the counter. You hear the television on and no screaming, yelling, bickering, or crashing and debate the merits of sneaking in a shower. Deciding not to push your luck, you splash some cold water on your face, contain your unruly hair, and pull on clothes you are ninety percent sure have no distinguishing stains or scents attached to them.
As you round the corner to make sure all is well, you stop dead in your tracks. There they are: Miracle #1 and Miracle #2. You gaze at them as your mind wanders back to life before them. Life before sticky floors, dripping egg cartons, early morning invasions, and forfeited showers. Life before hugs, “Mommy, I love you”, middle of the night snuggles, dandelion gifts, and the odd frog in the house. Who would trade this life for any other? You certainly wouldn’t! The day you found out you were pregnant the first time might have been more overwhelming than the thought of the Apocalypse, but now it ranks as one of the most special days in your life. You creep around the corner, jump into the middle of the couch where your little folks are resting, and scoop them up for kisses. Life is as it should be: You’re a mom, and you have all you need to make you smile right in your lap.
Comments:
That is amazingly all true! except I have one toddler and a baby on the way. Thank you for the heartwarming of that story.
Thankfully, I have not yet experienced the odd frog, but to everything else--oh yeah. Great post. :-)
Oh... (sniff), that was great... you sure you haven't been to my house? And those slippers, mine are bright fuschia pink with the cute bows on the front... just like my mom's! I swore I never would be like her... now I thankfully am a lot like her.
The "odd frog" was such a surprise! We were sitting at the table and heard this noise, didn't notice anything, and kept on. All of the sudden, hubby jumps up with big, wide eyes. He was watching a frog hop across the kitchen floor. I was no help; I couldn't stop giggling! Thank goodness we caught it, or I would have been flipping out all night, LOL.
I think I'd lose it if a frog was thumping around inside, lol. They're ok, but only when they're outside, far away from me. Great post!
AWWWWWEE!!!!!
I couldn't find my slippers this morning...I think one of the invaders stole it and put it in her room. I'll probably find it on a doll lol.
adorable!
Thank you for that, we needed that. I have a 3 and 1 year old. beautiful story
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Aww, that was really refreshing to read. We're not quite there yet. My girls are only 4 months and haven't been too terrible. I am still getting my pj's covered in spitup but I can only imagine what it will be like when they get to that age! Although, today Olivia did kick the bowl of rice cereal while I was feeding them and it flew everywhere! And today was the day I decided to feed them in the carpeted living room! Figures.