Why I Love Being A Mom...

Today I took the kids to the bank, which was uneventful and then off to library for storytime. Getting out of the van, one of them cried about something, although I can’t remember who or why... I must have chosen to block it out. Leanne tried to run around the library, testing every last piece of patience that I have rather than sitting and playing with all of the toys like she normally does. Leaving the library, I tell the boys to let Leanne in the van first... I say it three times as Timothy proceeds to push past her to climb in. I grab him to pull him back out of the van where he hits his head on the van door and then starts to wail at the top of lungs. He might as well have been screaming, “Look at me, look at me, my mom just banged my head on the van door! Call DSS!” I felt completely terrible, but proceed to scold him anyways for not listening... So then we are off to Taco Bell for lunch with our friends. Leanne spills a cup full of fruit punch all over the floor during the 12:00 lunch rush, like the people at Taco Bell had time to clean up that mess (it was way too big for me and a few napkins). As I try to converse with my adult friend through constant interruptions and trips to the bathroom, Parker loudly announces (so all could hear), “I have to go poopy!” with a lot of urgency behind his voice. So off we go... when we get to the bathroom, he laughs and says “I don’t have to go poopy!” Yes, I did see some anger on that one... discipline did follow. As we leave Taco Bell, Parker manages to twist his finger on the door of the van and then fall down and scrape his hand on the concrete. At then end of my morning adventure, I think maybe I should have just stayed home... but Leanne deciding it is time to be a big girl, did not wet her pull up, used the potty at Taco Bell and pottied as soon as we got home. Thank heaven for small miracles in the daily adventures of being a mom :-) And yes, even on the crazy days, I love being a mom!