Motherhood on the weekend is
No different than any other day.
6:15 The mister is not pleased with the soon to be 5 year old requesting he help her comb her hair.
Mama is ignoring this drama.
6:30 The tiniest feet flies open his bedroom door like it offended him or something.
“Mommmmm Eeeeeeee” he wails. Just imagine it in rooster speak.
Climbs up and burrows into my chest and burrows and burrows and burrows.
I’m still pretending to be asleep.
He moves to his preferred position… the top of my head.
6:45 “mommy go downstairs?”
Me: “go ask daddy”… I mean he’s already down there so cut me a break kid.
6:55 “Good Morning Mommy”
“Good morning almost 5 year old”
“Can I have some milk”
“Go ask daddy”
“He said don’t talk to me”
7:02 “Mommy, want bidamins (vitamins)
“Go ask daddy”
“No you go”
Yep, the two year thinks he can speak to me like this.
7:05 “Are you done resting mommy?”
“Yes” is the word that comes out of my mouth while the rest of my WHOLE body screams no!
7:07 “Come On lets go”
“Yes, Go” (really 2 year old, you just here dude.
7:08 Opens the blinds, cuts on the kettle and grabs their mugs and my gigantic mom mug.
7:15 I head back to the bed with my coffee hoping for 10 minutes. Just 10 minutes alone.
Art supplies, books, dolls and cars have been left out in the hopes that these next 10 minutes are mine.
7:18 “Mommy he hit me”
“Mommy, Zoe scare me”
“No I didn’t”
“Yes you did”
8:00 Motherhood on the weekend…
is no different than any other day.
is lukewarm coffee.
is daddy sleeping through the fighting.
is the tween sleeping through the fighting.
is breakfast demands before I’ve had that lukewarm coffee.
is the light being turned on by tiny hands that don’t care about my headache
these blackout curtains.
is two frowns and a smile.
is me commiserating with LaShawn.
Motherhood on the weekend…