This morning as my infant daughter pulled off her own (poopy) diaper and attempted to climb into the shower with me, but more so kind of slid in head first, streaking behind her. I though to myself: when was the last time that I took a shower by myself, let alone an uninterupted shower. LONG. Then I started thinking when was the last time I got to eat my entire meal without sharing a bite or while it was still warm. Go to the bathroom? Drive somewhere with out buckling/unbucking a carseat? Go to the grocery store and not buy something that the kids would love?
My life is filled with kid. And although they climb poopy-bummed into my shower, eat my food, make messes of my once clean house, and occupy so much of my day; they also come running over to me wide armed for a hug. Open mouthed for a kiss. Tell me I love you just because. Tell me that I can have half of their candy. Draw me pictures and make me lego creations. Tell me that I am the best cook in the world. Say that they are glad I am their mom. Let me take love-bites of their neck chops. Allow me to pinch their chubby-fuzzy-naked bottoms. Confide in me their deepest darkest secrets and tell me not to tell dad.

I will trade my once private (poop free) showers, and warm meals to myself, and clean house for naked bottom pinching and chubby cheek kissing.

Good Trade.
3/24/2011 06:56:59 am

Awesome! You are a woman after my own heart. This is soo my life! You have seriously just played a replay from my own. I love your blog. I want to start one too.

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