I mean, I really want to be treated like a fragile, delicate flower. I want to be wooed. I want people to be careful of what they say because they don't want to offend my ears. I want doors to be held for me and all of that.
But then, my son farts and I laugh. Or, my three year old is hear yelling, "Mommy, I'm dooooonnnneeeee!!!!" which is my cue to come clean his bottom since he has not quite mastered that art.
Or better yet, I go outside and begin to clean the land mines my two labs have left all over the yard. Sweat dripping, I begin to get swarmed by what I'm convincing myself were just gnat. God please tell me those were just gnats.
I have to clean splatter off toilets, both from #1s and #2. Much of my life deals with gas and bowels; I'm convinced that's normal with two smalls sons and a husband. I grew up with two older brothers, so I think I'm pretty conditioned to deal with these things. I don't have a weak stomach and to be honest, I'm not sure how any mother does.
Yes, I'd love to be a frilly "lady", but that's not my reality. Deep down, I'm glad it's not. I love to get muddy from working in the yard with my oldest son. I love to sweat. Farts are funny to me. Having booger problems doesn't gross me out; it more so makes me want to fix the problem.
This life isn't glamorous, but it's MY life. And it's beautiful. And I am beyond blessed.
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If you have boys, that is the way your life is. Mine too. Hapy I never had a pink frilly girl. They will love Capt Underpants and look for the book, Fatiste by Krull.
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ReplyDeleteI want to be treated like a lady too, and I honestly don't know how mothers do the things they do! haha
ReplyDeleteFunny! I know what you mean. I have a little boy who hasn't totally mastered the art of wiping yet either! Oh, to be a lady who lunches ....but as you say, there are many blessings in being a mom with little ones who love you and need you to clean their messes.
ReplyDeleteI think it would be neat to travel back in time (and have money) and get to be a lady for a day. Do all of those frilly things in a huge frilly dress, have some frilly-lady-tea and sandwiches, and then come back to real life! I may have to host a fantastic lady day.
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