June 21, 2011

It's all in the moments


I think if my kids were allowed to give me a new name, it would probably be something like "Snarling Wolf" or "Screaming Banshee".

Of course, I would at least make them call me "Chief Snarling Wolf", or "Master Screaming Banshee". After all, I think it's only fair since for some strange, unknown reason, I can't get anyone around here to call me "Goddess Divine".

I know right? I don't understand it either.


But the truth is, I have been kind of grouchy lately. Chalk it up to post pardum hormones or lack of sleep, I still find it thoroughly exhausting to be grouchy all the time.

Because then you just feel lousy, then you don't react well to things, (like daughters smashing half a loaf of bread all over the floor, or sons putting crayons between their toes and using them to draw on the wall) then you feel guilty for being the world's worst mom because you reacted badly, then everyone else picks up your extra grouchies so soon all the kids are cranky, which only creates more work for you, which creates more bad reactions, which triggers more guilt! *deep intake of breath* It's a torturously slow and endless cycle.

So I loathe when my grouchies set in. It's just so dang exhausting! I'd rather they just didn't come to visit at all. And yet sometimes, they are so dadgum hard to shake off! Much like the mud stuck to the bottom of the kids shoes when they come racing into the house.

And yet, in the midst of all....... *hands waving at the dirty pots and pans on the counter, mounds of dirty laundry, and toys and books scattered to and fro... oh, and the half package of smashed crackers on the kitchen floor*   this, I am often given moments.


You know, moments of such intense fulfillment and happiness. Moments given to you to remind you why you will keep trudging through the trenches filled with dirty diapers and clothes stained with spit up and little fingers prints.


And sometimes all it takes is a cool evening, a trampoline, and a batch of rice krispie treats.


It helps to have really cute kids too.


Gosh I love all these little people.

Even if they won't call me "Goddess Divine".

10 super cool people speak:

Sue said...

It DOES help to have really cute kids. And you've certainly got that covered.

And in case you're wondering, I've been calling you Goddess Divine for a long time!

;)

Garden of Egan said...

Very cute post. You are right, you do have cute kids.

You also made me hungry for rice crispy treats.

Mama Smith said...

Goddess Divine...Has a nice ring to it...! My goodness...Claira is going to be so big...Your first baby...I didn't get to hold as a NEWBORN! (sniff...sniff...)

Stacy said...

Thanks for the reminder. I have been less than pleasant as my boys have been tag teaming keeping me up at night, and the past 24 hours has involved massive amounts of vomit, high fevers, a trip to the doctor's office, all while, of course, my husband is out of town.

But I had one of those moments today. I was practicing piano with my about-to-be-baptized daughter, and we were working on a duet for her baptism. I cried like a baby. Sweet kids.

Amy said...

Not to sound like an english teacher or anything, but this was so beautifully written! Hilarious, honest, and sweet. You totally rock, goddess divine.

ldsjaneite said...

The baby's even posing in the 2nd to last picture!! So cute--all of them. By the way, what are they eating? Are they chocolate chip cookie bars? Mysteriously without the chocolate, of course. :-)

M-Cat said...

They will call you Goddess Divine. Someday. At least that was what I was told. I'm waiting too, I'll let you know if it happens. Meanwhile, enjoy all THAT! It doesn't last long

Cheeseboy said...

Every mom gets the grouchies. At least I know my wife does. Yelling at our kids is sometimes how she says "I love you". Or something like that.

I think you have a right to be grouchy every so often.

Charlotte said...

I wouldn't know how it feels, as I am never grouchy. Which is why I would never overhear my kids arguing over who is going to break the news to me about the spilled soda on my new sofa. Like they were scared stiff. No sir not me.

Amy said...

I just read your comment on my rangy post and I just have to tell you that you are awesome! You are not whiny, you're honest. And hilarious. Seriously, I told my sisters about what a fabulous blog you have became you tell it like it is. You don't post only perfect pictures of perfect moments. We get both sides of your world's spectrum, with laugh-out-loud results. Life isn't perfect for any of us. Some of us celebrate that and some of us try to gloss it over and pretend the imperfections don't exist, creating a little fake bubble of what we want others to be jealous of. Ugh! No, you take the good, the precious, the perfect, with the terrible, the frustrating, and the ferocious parts of life and you turn it into a work of art!
Keep it up, Serene. You goddess divine, you.

Now about that chocolate.....

Jk

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