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Today I have
- Washed, dried, folded & fluffed (ha ha ha do you really believe that?) about 200 loads of laundry. Really. That’s not an exaggeration.
- Wondered how such relatively CLEAN children can make thier clothes SMELL so BAD.
- Changed roughly 30 (million) dirty diapers.
- Wondered WHY they have to be SO much like thier daddy in *that respect. Maybe HE should be the official diaper changer.
- Listened to Thing 1 describe ~in detail~ his latest story creation. Life in Snotland. Complete with illustrations. And maps. “Daddy lives on booger lane, where do you want to live?” As far away from there as possible.
- Wondered if there is a way to somehow count this little project as ’school’.
- Kissed thousands of boo boo’s. Real & imagined.
- Yet, when Thing 4 smacked his head (hard enough for me to HEAR the Whomp) and I asked him if he wanted mommy to kiss it he just said “No it’s good ma” and continued on with his little 2 yr old life.
- Wondered when my love for my children overcame my complete disgust for all feets.
- Watched Thing 5 make faces in the mirror.
- Wondered how long the “playin with the pretty baby in the mirror” game would actually be entertaining.
- 47 minutes. Yes the child looked at herself in the mirror for forty seven minutes.
- Aaaand we watched her the entire time.
- Yes we have no life.
- We started out with nothing.
- And we still have a little left.
- Listened to Thing 1 tell the very vivid (& unfortunately true) story of how he and the biggest Thing of them all caught a dead cat while fishing the day before.
- Apparently it was SO cool.
- But only because it was already dead.
- Wondered if the entourage of pets that have lived & died during thier time with our children, has emotionally scarred & completely desensitized my child.
- Was actually thankful to find out that he cried when they caught it.
- Felt bad for being happy about a crying child. Still a little happy to know we can skip the years of therapy.
- Would have skipped the therapy anyway. We have daily therapy sessions on our knees.
- Wiped snotty noses 400 times.
- Once with my shirt.
- Wondered if the snotland story was based on actual facts.
- Decided to change my layout AGAIN.
- Wondered if I really *do have multiple personalities.
- Started to write a post about the layout changes.
- Wondered why I was trying to rationalize blog background decisions to an inanimate object.
- Skipped the post and ate some chocolate instead.
But if you happened to notice the changes, and are curious, I HAD to change it. It was a chocolate beach. I thought that was really cool. 2 of my favorite non *Thing things. BUT then I realized that since having that background, I was not eating chocolate. And I like chocolate. Alot. So, you see, I had no choice.
*** Edited ~ Thing 1 has brought it to my attention, that the reference to booger lane was incorrect. It is actually booger pit road. And his dad not only resides there, he is the king of snotville … er snotland. Thing 1 has very *graciously forgiven me for this error. According to him I am not expected to really understand such complex ideas. Thank God for that. I was having quite a hard time wrapping my tiny little brain around such a big thought. ROFL
Do you ever get tired of hearing….
JUST A MOM?
JUST A MOM?
A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk ’s office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.”What I mean is,” explained the recorder, “do you have a job or are you just a……?”
“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman”I’m a Mom.”"We don’t list ‘Mom’ as an occupation, ‘housewife’ covers it,” said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,”Official In terror gator” or “Town Registrar.” “What is your occupation?” she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.”I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.” The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.”Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest,”just what you do in your field?”
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,”I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn’t) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,(any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’svoice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom.”
Motherhood! What a glorious career!
Especially when there’s a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers”Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations”and great grand mothers “Executive Senior Research Associates”?I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts “Associate Research Assistants”.
6 Comments:
- I love this!!
I awarded you with the Thinking Blogger Award… Hop on over to today’s post to see what it’s all about!
- That is so great. I think we should all get desk titles with that on there & pamphlets of our job description should anyone ask. I wouldn’t be able to do that with a straight face or be that creative with a drop of a hat.
- LOL neither would I. But I am good at studying. So maybe I’ll just print it out & memorize it. haha.
- I have seen this so many times before, but it never ever gets old! Thanks for renewing the smile I get from this article.
- That’s SOOOO great!!! I love IT!!!!!
Domestic Engineer doesn’t even touch it!
Heather
- Heather – Thanks for stopping by my blog! I loved this post. I have what I call my family business card. My title on it is COO of Larson Holdings. If no one took on the job of mothering, where would we all be?
5 Comments:
Blessings!
Heather
When i read the part about ‘thing 5′ making faces at herself in the mirror i started cracking up ! Cause i thought about when you me and mama were sitting outside. …. when was it ? Friday ? Yeah and she just randomly started making faces in the mirror .
Snotland …. or road or what ever it is called sounds ….ummm….interesting … lol
i love your kids :]