2008-05-11-5:52 p.m.
So, Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers out there. Mine has been, well, interesting. Though happy may not be the word for it, my day certainly proved to me that I'm definitely a mother, whether I like it or not. Ah, well.
My day started actually around midnight-thirty, when I finally dropped off after trying to fend off the husband for over an hour. For some reason he thinks that grabbing my tits when I'm trying to sleep is a turn-on, and though I tried to explain by way of elbow to solar plexus that it's not as sexy as he thinks, there was no getting him to leave me the hell alone.
Next, I'm awakened at 5 a.m. by a nearly six year old that wants to explain to me that I shouldn't wake up yet, because she needs to set out my mother's day gifts. I tell her to go for it, but when she's done she should go back to bed, like any reasonable person. Instead of going back to bed, she comes back ten minutes later to ask me to wake up my husband so that he can make me breakfast in bed. Ignore the fact that he's right next to me, and she had to walk past him to wake me up and ask me to wake him up...
So I eventually get the man up. Keep in mind that he has bi-polar and takes some pretty heavy-duty medication at night, which makes waking him up like trying to raise the dead...
Cut to breakfast time... I'm in bed reading "The Devil Wears Prada" (no, haven't seen the movie, is it good?) when the nearly five-year-old stumbles in bearing a plate laden with scrambled eggs, veggie sausage and an english muffin. The nearly-nine-year-old follows soon after with a gloriously large cup of coffee... (remind me to give that girl some money!)
The day seemed to be going well, but then hubby promises to wash the dishes, then promptly disappears into "man land" aka the messy driveway and shed. Literally disappears, I didn't see him for three hours. So I did the dishes. No big deal.
The rest of my day has been spent searching for said husband, and separating the girl-children, who seem intent on killing each other lately. Does anyone know why small children feel the need to try to kill each other daily? Will they outgrow it? I have an older sister and an older brother, and we never fought. We mostly just ignored each other, so this whole battle-to-the-death thing is brand new to me.
So I hope you all have a Happy Mother's Day! Let me know how I can stop my children from causing permanent damage here.
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