Some days I feel like such a bad Mommy.
Some days I am already so exhaused by 10:00am that I want to quit.
I over slept this morning (thank you Nyquil) and awoke to my niece here (like every Monday Wednesday & Friday) and needless to say she wasn’t so happy to have her Mama leave. She screamed for 10 minutes. Blood curling, high pitched, whiny two-year-old scream.
She woke Elizabeth up.
Elizabeth wasn’t so happy to be awake yet. And she was soaking wet. I thought maybe from the vaporizer mist (because she’s still kind of sick). Nope, apparently as soon as she got in her bed last night she ripped her diaper off because it was still brand new. I guess sleeping in gowns is out of the question from now on.
So I had to give her a bath. Dress her (which is NOT easy – she hates having her diaper or clothes changed). Wash her bedding and toys. And change her sheets.
Then, I could start our normal routine of preparing and having breakfast. Cleaning up the kitchen. Playing. Cleaning up the dog’s water that Elizabeth dumps out no less than three times a day. And chasing around 2 toddler girls.
I get frustrated. I get impatient. I don’t understand the whiny screaming behavior. It makes me want to scream.
But then I sit down in the quiet of Elizabeth’s 10:00 nap time and remember that this is what I was made for. And that, someday I will miss the sounds of li’l feet trampling down the hall. I’ll miss having the girls here to make messes. I’ll miss the dancing.
So I compose myself and get myself put back together to be the best Mommy I can be for the rest of the day.