Before having kids, and especially during pregnancy with your first, you have a lot of loving fantasies of what being a mother will be like. You dream about holding this precious bundle in your arms as it lays in your arms content and cooing at you. You think about stroking his/her face and looking into his/her eyes and knowing that just seeing them each day is all you need to be walking on air.
Now, I have to admit, there ARE moments like that. There are days when I think the world is going to fall apart and then one of my kids will crawl up in my lap and give me a hug and all those problems I was worrying about just melt away. There are many moments when the kids have me laughing so hard I swear I am never going to be able to talk again. There are those photographs that make you lose your breath every time you see them. There are those proud moments when a stranger stops you in a store (albeit for the bazillionth time that day) and tells you how beautiful your children are. There are lots of those "I am so happy to be a mom" moments.
But there are also the more frequent, every day life, don't-want-to-but-still-have-to moments that make you wonder how you could be so naive to think that every day would be walking on clouds.
Take this morning for instance. Not exactly what I hoped for when I went to bed last night...
First, I woke up late. I absolutely HATE getting up in the morning and even more, I hate getting up and have to be doing something RIGHT THEN. I like having time to wake up slowly, lay in bed, think about my day, and then give myself a pep talk about how once I am up, it won't be that bad. Not today. Jason was up at six (as usual) and I should have been in the shower right after he got out. But I fell back asleep and woke up having a horrible dream. I look at the clock and realize that I have ten minutes to be at breakfast. No big deal really. Alaina was already gone (with Jason) and I would just have to skip the shower for now. So as I am getting dressed I hear the door to the kids room. Must be Caleb. He is taking too long though so I peek around the corner to see what the issue is, hoping against hope that he doesn't wake Levi up. Too late...Levi is up (and hour and a half early) and Caleb is already asking for his first of what will be many cups of milk for the day. I have about three minutes to be at breakfast (we at a cafeteria with our dorm boys). I throw on whatever clothes I can find, get Caleb his milk, grab Levi (not bothering to get him dressed) and walk to breakfast with Levi (Caleb doesn't go).
I get home from breakfast, hoping that the rest of the morning will go more smoothly. No such luck. I walk into the living room and hear Caleb whimpering, "Dirty, dirty..." Then I see him -- covered in milky curdled vomit (please excuse the vulgar image but I want to convey the situation for what it was...curdled.) His blankie, Elly, and pillow are covered, as is the couch, the carpet, and himself. Great. Caleb needs a bath, which is is currently very opposed to. I have to carry him to the bathroom and start stripping him down while he screams that he doesn't want a bath. Tough luck, kiddo...the stuff in your hair and ear isn't going to come off any other way. So I am washing him, listening to him cry, all the while listening to Levi cry because he can't get his clothes off and he WANTS in the tub. Ugh.
So I clean Caleb, set him on the bed with a towel, take Levi's clothes off, put him in the bath, then head to the living room to start cleaning up the horrible mess. No such luck...Caleb now is crying because he wants to be dressed so I stop cleaning, get him dressed, being very thankful that Alaina is being helpful by watching Levi in the tub. Caleb is dressed, Caleb is happy (once I get him another glass of milk), and I "get" the clean up the curdled mess in the living room. Get Levi clean, out of the tub and dressed and look at the clock. Not even 7:30 am. Now this is the stuff dreams are made of.
Thankfully, this is one of the days I can see the humor in already. Life with kids is a never ending adventure full of laughs and tears. So what if it isn't like the dreams you have before having kids? The dream is better. It is real. It makes my heart full.
This is my life. I will embrace it. How about you?
Have a great Wednesday! We're off to Epcot. Well, after I get that shower I was hoping for and figure out why Levi is screaming :)
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