Being a Mom is Hard.3
4:50 I’m asleep in bed and hear crying. Zach has already headed to work so it is just me. I roll out of bed to get King and open the door to his room where he has the light on already and toys spread out on the floor. I think to myself “what time is it? and when did he wake up to start playing?”. I lead him into my room and tuck him into bed with me telling him that it is still time to be asleep and to close his eyes for a little bit.
5:30 he rolls out of bed and yells “show mama! I want Monsters!”. I mutter under my breath that I am so tired and I just want a little bit longer to sleep from staying up late working the night before. He flips the light on, my eyes burn instantly. It’s going to be a long day. We head out to the front room and I turn on Monsters for him. I sit on the couch trying my best to wake myself up and to have a happier attitude. He yells that he wants eggs for breakfast and we are out. Then the tantrum starts. Ugh I am just so tired. I can’t deal with a tantrum over eggs today. I talk him into pancakes and start cooking them. I cut him up some strawberries and put some whipped cream on his plate and we go and sit down. He chews up his pancakes and spits them all over the floor. Great. He is now running around the living room spitting pancakes out everywhere he is running…This goes on and on with different things all the way until nap time. I lay him down so I can go and bust out tons of work that I need to do, hurry and get ready, and start working. Not even 45 minutes after I laid him down he is up and crying. Oh boy.
I get him dressed and changed after a fight and talk to him about what he wants for lunch. It is only 10:30, how is it only 10:30? Oh it is going to be the longest day. He is already running upstairs watching for daddy to come home and it isn’t even lunch time. I finally decide we just need to go for a drive. We drive to my moms house. We go inside, he gets a treat, throws toys everywhere. Well this isn’t working either. We load back up in the car, go to Chic-Fil-A and get him a chicky burger as he calls it and drive to see the progress on the house. No one is there working again. We are never going to be in our own home. Bleh. Target! Target will surly lift our attitudes up, we drive to Target, he giggles putting on all the bunny ears in the Dollar Section, I laugh that he is trying to make whatever sound a bunny makes. He tells me thank you mommy and instantly our day wasn’t hard anymore. Those little tiny words and Target fixed it. Isn’t it silly how something so simple and silly can turn an entire day around?
I am so grateful that my biggest worry (okay not biggest) is that King woke up too early, that no one is working on my house, and that I wish he would nap a little longer so I could get more work done. Those are pretty simple things to have as worries when I look at the greater issues of the world. Sure we have worries financially and other things, but they are still so small compared to what our troubles and worries could be. I am so grateful that I have a sweet boy to look up at me and tell me “thank you mama” that instantly brightens my day. Life is hard as hell some days, but boy oh boy it sure could be harder.
Photos by Kelsie EmM Photography