Mommy-dom

I was talking to a dear friend the other day and she mentioned something that I have found to be oh so true, thus far in my Mommy-dom journey. She said that being a mother, for the most part, is a thankless and sleepless job. Well, I do get thanked sometimes, "Thank you Mommy for lunch/dinner/milk" but that is mostly because I have taught my daughter to say it because I want to hear it. Other than that, I don't get much thanks or sleep for that matter, but that's ok. Being a mommy and watching your children grow to become amazing people is thanks enough...sometimes.

It's this in between part, the "in the trenches," so to speak that is the hard part. It is oh so true also that just when you have gotten out of one phase with the kids, you find yourself smack dab in the middle of another and you wonder, "What the heck is going on!?" This part in between birth and adulthood has proven to be quite interesting. My husband refers to our children lovingly as "malfunctioning robots" and again, it seems to be very true. You never really know what will happen from one moment to the next.

Yesterday I went into my four year old daughter's room for a routine straightening and I found all kinds of interesting things. The bed was un-made so I went to make it and as I lifted the comforter and sheet to shake out and straighten her comforter I realized there was a bottle of baby Tylenol (unopened thank God!), an open tube of Aquifor (which explained the inexplicably greasy hair my daughter had that day) which lay in a massive greasy spot on her new comforter, and Ricola wrappers. Hm. I called her into her room and after some stern words, I find that she likes to get out of bed and sneak into her brother's room and search through his drawers which is where she found the first two items. Furthermore, she must have found her way into our room at some point and swiped my Ricolas which I keep by my bed. Now the children are never really left alone other than at night when I put them to bed, so this explains the bags under her little eyes. My little scavenger night owl. Further clean up revealed her hidden stash of Ricolas stuffed into a bag in the corner of her room, some of which had been chewed on and replaced back in their wrappers. So she must get all hopped up on honey and echinacea Ricolas and wander around at night greasing up her bed and hair with Aquifor and doing Lord only knows what else. The gate in front of her door is no longer effective. So, her bed linens have been washed for the second time in the two weeks since she has gotten them and all items have been replaced in their proper storage places. For now.

What is next?

That's all for now...