Today I thought I would take some photos of the boys for Easter. I was hoping to have one that was frame worthy, so I included Starburst jelly beans in my photo package.
It did not go well. IT DID NOT GO WELLLLLLL!!!!!! (she screamed)
In their defense…they tried…sort of.
I was very snappy. I think I told my five year old that his smile looked ridiculous, but I’m not sure because when I think back everything is RED.
We came inside and I still felt boiling mad. I tried not to speak. I knew I needed a coffee break and an attitude adjustment, so I put on Mr. Rogers and brewed some coffee. Now I’m sitting, drinking away my feelings while “There Are Many Ways To Say I Love You” plays in the background. Things are looking up.
I’ll confess that I turn to Mr. Rogers for my own sake. He has a calming presence.
I’ve spent the day sorting clothes. The past days have been in the 80’s and I have a 3 year old who marches to the beat of his own fashion drummer. Shel loves to dress himself, which SOUNDS like a blessing until you realize that it takes him 45 minutes just to pick out his pajamas. And heaven help us if he can’t find the pants that “go wif” the shirt.
I know he’s bound to put on a winter wool turtleneck and insist on going to school dressed for a polar expedition IF the option is presented to him, so I decided to shuffle the warm clothes into the boxes. OF course it looks like rain now that we’re all in t shirts. OF COURSE IT DOES.
I also seem to have an ant hill growing out of my stove. Ants are my snakes. Ants are my spiders. So I’m having an exterminator come tomorrow which means I have to empty my kitchen drawers and cupboards. I’m also supposed to make decorative cookies for the preschool Easter party on Wednesday. I was going to make sugar cookies, but now, at 4:17 p.m. on a Monday Afternoon, I’m thinking sugar cookies wedged between a call from the exterminator will break me.
Long ago (okay about three months ago) I decided the only thing that REALLY mattered was my children having a loving, gentle mother. If that requires three hours of cartoons and 14 cups of coffee, so be it. We have to start somewhere.
If love and gentleness requires absolutely no Easter photos, fine. If it’s store bought cookies with poison dye sprinkles…okay. I’d rather kill my children through processed baked goods than…wait. No. I mean…
I’d rather be a less than perfect pinterest mom with a caffeine addiction and kids who don’t have a single photo of their childhood than an angry mom who is always on the brink of insanity. There are many ways to say “I love you” that don’t involve baking or professional photography.
So Happy FREAKING Monday people.