Somehow bad days outshine the good ones. I may be alone in that aspect of my thoughts, but just in case i’m not feel free to use this read to remind yourself to give those bad days the boot. Rejoice in the little things and when a good moment presents itself don’t let it go.
So, do you really want to know what’s funny to me??
When I’m watching my oldest son in the morning after he wakes up. He stumbles down the hallway with one eye squinched shut. His face displays the most disgusted expression I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t want to talk to me, and he doesn’t care what a beautiful morning it might be. (all of that rhymed by the way, I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it!) “Good morning bubba!” I say to him. “Mowning Momma.” he mumbles back. He sits on the couch, covers himself back up, as if he’s trying to hide from the sun, and snuggles with his stuffed puppy dog for another 45 minutes. Every. Single, Morning. He hates mornings, and I don’t blame him. He is just like his Mother. That’s funny.
What’s funny is realizing that my Husband will be home soon.. and I’ve done absolutely zero housekeeping the entire day. I might even still be in my pajamas, in #Momlife that’s really my shirt and yoga pants from the day before. In my defense, some days go by super fast before I even realize it. Que the mini heart attack! Stuff the dishes in the dishwasher, make the bed, spray some febreeze, and restart that load of laundry that’s been sitting there since this morning.. Don’t lie to me, you probably do the same exact thing. Finally, I’ll dab on another layer of foundation spruce up those eyelashes and act like I’ve just conquered the world.
After my Husband reads this I’ll get a raised eyebrow glimpse and a “Mmmhmm, I knew it.” My secrets not a secret anymore.. I do it for the blog y’all!!
What’s funny is finally getting a shower in during nap time only to be paranoid. Lathering up my head it occurs to me that a boy is screaming through the monitor.. or is he really?? After a few seconds I realize my mind is playing games on me. Not a single peep is heard. Showers just aren’t relaxing around here.
Trying to get dressed up in the morning, that’s painfully funny. I realize I should stop wearing stretchy pants and baseball tee’s most days, but who can resist the flexible goodness? Not I, my friends. Not I.
A few days ago I had to retire my last scentsy wax warmer I have left. Those delicate warmers never stood a chance against flying soccer balls and random table jolts. I now have 3 wonderful marks on my living room walls, its glorious really. Red marks from 3 boys who love to play soccer in the house. That’s not so funny, but what’s a red mark on a wall compared to the memories of a child having fun? One day those sounds of balls hitting the wall and pitter patter down the hallway will be just memories for my husband and I.
What’s funny is witnessing my youngest son explore his personality that seems to have been carbon copied from his Father. I can’t help but laugh throughout the day when he does the same things as my husband. They even share the same facial expressions and it just baffles me. The woman who can snatch that boy up will be in for quite an adventure.
Nearly 5 years ago I wasn’t a Mother.. I had no one to care for but myself, and in all honesty I was doing a really crappy job at it. 5 years ago I would look into the future and it would scare the living hell out of me. Today I have a purpose, I have 2 sons who need me to super Mom and I have a husband who needs my love and support daily. I am whole today because I became a Mother nearly 5 years ago. That’s funny, seeing how 5 years ago, I believed this life wasn’t the life for me.
My whole life is filled with joy and happiness. And I’m sure yours is too. Not a day goes by that I do not laugh at least once an hour, and that is no lie. Whether it’s laughing at myself, my husband, or my kids, I smile.. Count your blessings, not your troubles.
Happy Sunday have a great week y’all!