How did it become my job to clean up this mess, that mess, and what ever the hell that substance is I just found stuck to the kitchen floor?
Who put me in charge of laundry, dishes, dog hair removal, postal pick-up, bathroom cleaning, menu planning and grocery shopping?
How did it become my job to rouse all the people in my house each day with a smile plastered on my face?
To double check homework.
To make lunches.
To carpool EVERYWHERE.
To keep on top of internet usage and computer time.
To know who you are talking to on that cell phone, and who’s texting you.
To be the one to say “NO you can’t wear that to school”, and to get you to think about why you would really want to?
To remind you to always be kind, to put others first, to think before you speak.
To teach you
and remind myself to just let some stuff roll off your back.
To choose fruit over crap, and sorry no cake for breakfast. I kinda suck that way.
Sometimes. Sometimes? I want to be the Mom who says “Let’s have cookies for breakfast!” “Let’s skip school and runaway!” To declare that we are going to shut out the world, put ourselves first, and be meaner then the mean girls to teach them a big fat lesson! To let my kids stay up all night. No rules!! Then I remember. I’m not that Mom, because I’m not raising those kids. I’m not creating those people. I’m endeavouring to create happy, healthy responsible and fulfilled individuals who know right from wrong and who are okay with that.
Turns out this Mama gig? It’s not all glamour and fun, sometimes to earn the sweet rewards of happy, fabulous, caring people, you are forced to worry, you have to do a little
craptastic work and say NO. A lot.
It’s just sometimes. Sometimes? I wish my job, was a little closer to the beach. Just saying.