This is NOT how I envisioned our Sunday picture turning out this week. On the way out the door to church I told the kids that I wanted to take our Sunday photo. I even asked nicely if would make happy faces. Wade laughed. He knew better.
I kinda thought we would have less spinning flashlights, pink poodles, Bob blankets and pink carts. I thought they might hold still, look at me, or smile.
I'm am exhausted today.
And I just want to go on mom-strike. This afternoon when we were trying to find our table underneath the legos for the millionth time- while everyone's lunch sat ready on the counter getting cold - I finally muttered what I had been feeling all week.
"I don't think you appreciate what I do around here."
Noah looked at me and said, "I don't know what appreciate even means Mom"
really?
(But I have insert - Wade wasn't around when I said that. He doesn't apply. I know he totally appreciates me. He makes it possible for me to stay at home. He believes in me. He says I am amazing when I am not. We both agree, I could never do what he does every day at work, and he could never do what I do here at home)
There are only four of them. Sometimes I wonder what people say if I told them I wanted more?
(HA! Wouldn't YOU like to know if I do?!)
I get looks at the store. I get comments from people all the time. I know some of my friends probably think that I am crazy. There is that one mom I avoid at school pick up because she always has some snide comment to make. And I will never forget the day one of my neighbors made a rude comment to me, I was very pregnant with Eli and Avery was a bitty one year old. I just smiled back and said something to the effect of that they are great kids, and I love it.
What I wanted to say back was something about her letting her dog poop in my yard and her not picking it up. But I didn't. I voiced my opinion on motherhood and let it go.
I try not to blog when I am tired and had enough. I try not to voice it on Facebook. I know being a wife and mother is the most important thing I will ever do in my entire life. And since this is my own blog, I like to think of it as my own little platform to defend the family and my choice to be a mom. For those strangers and their rude comments.
So I like to keep it positive. Who would believe me saying families are important and being a mom is cool if I am always complaining?
But, oh. It's not always.
Did I mention the highlight of my day? Avery balled up her fruit snack wrapper, threw it in in the air today during Sacrament Meeting and hit the man sitting in front of us right on the top of his head.
Seriously, sometimes we are one big train wreck waiting to happen.
Honestly, this mom gig is hard.
And exhausting.
But that doesn't make it wrong.
It really only means that this is all worth it.
Really, I know they appreciate me.
They don't need to know what that word means.
(Although thanks to that comment, they totally do now.)
Noah jumped up and gave me the biggest bear hug tonight after I helped him find his missing blanket Bob. Then he whispered, "I love you, Mom"
He never says that.
and I know.
It's been 8 years since I said goodbye to actual pay checks, those were really nice. But I know I am spending every single day doing exactly what I want to do - and what I came to earth to do.
I am raising a family.
And at the end of the day, whether it was a tired, exhausted, happy, sad, good or bad day, there will always be a bag of chocolate chips in the treat jar with my name on it.