Every day the kids make me experience so many different feelings – it’s amazing how I can go from insanely happy to insanely angry with the toss of a toy.
What Makes Me Happy: (here’s where I sound sappy)
- Making them laugh
- Teaching them something new
- Cooking for them
- When they eat what I cook for them
- When they actually like what I cook for them and they say “mmmm”
- If I can get through a day without the boy hitting his head on something hard (although his skull is like steal)
- If I can get through a day without Nia having a meltdown (her latest one involved not getting to watch her nightly dose of Harold and the Purple Crayon before bedtime)
- Nia being a loving big sister by giving Nate hugs and kisses and getting toys for him that he can’t reach
- Being able to make them comfortable/safe/cared for – just the simplest of things like putting clean sheets on Nia’s bed – knowing she loved the way they smelled – something about that made me so happy to be a mom
What Makes Me Angry: (here’s where I sound psycho and mean)
- Having to repeat myself over and over and over again – example – Nate’s taking a nap and I finally have some time to get stuff done – I choose to use the opportunity to take a shower – I tell Nia, “Momma’s going to take a shower” – she replies, “And then you play with me?” (please know I’ve already played with her and read quite a few books to her by this point) – I say “Of course” – well I’m not even out of the shower yet and she peaks her head in the bathroom and says, “Now you gonna play with me?” This continues as I get dressed and dry my hair. I know it doesn’t seem that bad but after repeating the obvious over and over again everyday – it just wears on me.
- “Come Momma!” I hear this ALL DAY LONG. She’s constantly telling me to come and see something. I feel awful for getting upset about it – I mean she just wants Momma to see all the stuff she’s doing (her latest is dressing Prince Eric up in Ariel’s clothing). It’s just – I have to stop whatever it is I’m doing to “Come Momma!” At least I’m burning calories I guess.
- Trying to teach Nate not to do something – I mean how many times do I have to pick him up, take him away from the dangerous/yucky activity and try to distract him? He thinks it’s funny – I think it’s making me lose my mind. The latest thing he did was tip over the garbage can – now every time he’s in the kitchen I have to keep the can from crashing down on the floor.
There are so many feelings I feel – it’s hard to write about them all. I’m glad to say I experience more happy ones than mad – but then again, these examples were just from one day!
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