Last night I was putting the twins to bed and they were putting me through the wringer.
I don’t know about other moms, but bedtime is a particularly difficult time for me to hold on to patience. For one thing, all the “nice” has been leaking out of me all day, and by 8 p.m. it is ALL GONE. I often tell the kids, at eight o’clock, Nice Mommy is gone and Mean Mommy comes out. So please try to be in bed before then. For your own safety.
So it was past eight, and one twin was repeatedly jumping on the bed (and jumping on the dresser, and jumping on his sister) and the other one was running around naked with her PJ’s on her head instead of her body, and I was losing patience FAST.
Then they finally settled down for a bedtime story. I was SO DONE with motherhood for the day. The story they chose was…
Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.
(If you’ve never read this one, it’s about a mother who sings a song –“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”– to her little boy every night as he grows up and she grows old. At the end he sings the song to his own newborn child.)
I dare ANY mother to get to the end of reading this story to a child snuggled in her lap with dry eyes. It KILLS me every time.
Okay. Maybe Nice Mommy can stay around a little while longer.
Last week they had pajama day at the elementary school. The twins were beyond excited.
Boo, however, was less enthused. In fact, she’d actually slept in her clothes the night before and had changed onto her PJ’s for school.
At least she didn’t go through the dramatics of last year, where she worried about being the only kid at school in PJ’s. I figured having her siblings at the same school and dressed in pajamas made her more confident.
Although after she’d gotten out of the car that morning I noticed she had still taken precautions: a set of regular clothes was stashed in her seat.
So my reward for giving the twins an awesome birthday complete with McDonald’s dinner and ice cream dessert was finding in the car the next morning: two half empty soda cups festering in the cup holders and two containers half full of melting ice cream dripping on the seats.
I cleaned that all up while yelling at the kids to get in the car for school, managing to carry all of that to the trash without spilling … or so I thought.
Later in the day I was confused by the random sticky spots on my shirt.