At 0630 yesterday morning, I realized that we weren't going to be getting much sleep that night. The reasons are no longer important, I just knew that it wasn't going to happen.
After some time enjoying the company of our dear children, Allen left for work and the oldest two began some much needed sibling bickering. One thing led to another, and the next thing I know, the house is a wreck and the baby is crying.
Off to the bench for coats, hats, mittens and boots. After chasing them into these said items and sending them out to the swing set, I sat down to feed Elia and put her for a nap. Then the door opened and the 'freezing' children came back in, took their outer garments off, and promptly dropped them on the floor, requesting a snack.
Time for some warm muffins on this cold day. Unfortunately, the batter ended up on the floor. Which hasn't been washed since the day before yesterday, when Red Gatorade ended up in a 6 foot splashed circle on the linoleum. However the floor does need to be scrubbed because yesterday before breakfast, I opened the cupboard door and dropped a bowl onto Al's 15 year old beer mug. The really heavy thick one that he got on his trip to Maine. The one that was my favorite. It hit a bunch of dirty dishes that were soaking in the crock pot and everything smashed to pieces. Millions of pieces. Pieces for me. Millions of pieces. Pieces for free.
He didn't seem to be too upset with me. Most probably because he's the one who put the bowl away on the top shelf that fell when I opened the door. He did make a point to tell me that those bowls down stack right, though. Anyway, we decided then and there we needed to take a trip to Maine. So, we have the beginnings to our 10 year anniversary trip planned. A trip to the Brew Pub in Bar Harbor, to pick up a new beer glass.
Anyway, back to the muffins. While they are cooling on the rack, Eden says, "Mommy, did you know that blueberry muffins have blueberries in them?"
"Really?" I say, "How do you know that?"
"Because", replies my super absorbent 5 year old, "Goldie told me so!"
Goldie is one of her teachers at Head Start, and I have to say, I don't know how Eden made it this far in life without the woman. It's really very cute when she starts out a sentence with, "Mommy, do you know what Goldie told me today?" And I reply, "No, tell me." I know I'm about to become very educated.
Just this morning she told me that there are many different colors of blue. And last week, she taught me all about the germs on our hands and how to wash them away, and did I know that our teeth were full of germs, too, and that we should brush them after we eat? Not only that, she tells me, but when everybody helps pick up, the job gets done faster. And do I know what happens when we use our nice words with our friends and how, when we share, everybody gets a turn? Wow, who'd thought? And, by the way, I had no idea that fruit was so healthy. And even though she doesn't eat it, she knows that her friends are eating healthy and that's a very good thing to do. Profound.
At bedtime on Friday, when we were reflecting on all the wonderful things of the day, she informed me that she thought she would like to be as nice as Mary when she was a grown up Mommy and, since Mary let her bring home one of the Christmas cards out of the scrap box, could she make Mary a card, too? Or would Goldie think she should make one for everybody? Hmm, it was a tough question and I told her she'd better sleep on it.
Having children, I find, is the most mentally and physically exhausting job I've ever had. I don't remember my last night's sleep. Yet, it's one of the best positions I've ever held. And I guess I'm locked into a lifetime contract, so I'd better continue to embrace the challenge and enjoy it immensely.
Besides, the pay is great and the benefits are out of this world.
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