June 11, 2010

Ok, I guess I'll Stay

Aren't there days when you feel like running away? I know being a Mom is the best thing in the world, and it's all I ever wanted to be when I grew up. Some days are just hard though.

Today I woke up at 5 am with a certain little girl cuddled up against me in a puddle of pee pee. She's been doing so good at night, and hasn't had an accident at night in over a week. For someone just potty trained two months ago, that's pretty good. In any case, my bed was wet, I was wet and she was wet. None of us were happy. She was mad when she didn't want to get her shoes on to walk brother to school, and even more mad when I left to walk the 400 feet to the cross walk to make sure he got across the busy street okay. I had the house in view the entire time and wasn't more than 30 seconds away.

The remainder of my morning did not go well either. The sewing machine is giving me fits again. Of course I am on a deadline and the project is almost done. I can see the end... I just can't get there. My blood sugars were crazy, the cat food spilled and something in the fridge is really really not good. Add in a bad do-it-yourself hair color and I kind of did feel like I wanted to run away. Just for a while. To buy a cute hat.

So I went out to get the IKEA stuff from the trunk of the car I had left there overnight. Close on my heels is a little girl. this was the conversation that followed:

M: Mom, where are you going?
Me: I am running away from home.
M: You can't leave me here alone. Who will take care of me? (she's getting a little worried here)
Me: What do you need anyone to take care of? You can get your own cheese stick and yogurt and there is water in the fridge. You can go potty by yourself during the day and start your own DVD.
M: But I need more than that. (she's really upset now because I am still walking away)
Me: What else do you need?
M: Who will cuddle me? Who will make sure I can go to sleep at night? Who will read me books and help me find my lost stuff?
Me: I guess that's a Mom's job.
M: I need MY mommy. Come back inside now.
Me: (closing the trunk with my hands full) OK.

Then she happily went outside to play mud pies with her kitchen and the new toys from IKEA. I guess I won't run away today, but I am not ruling it out entirely.


Annalia said...

you're so cute, Allicia! Don't run away, you'll get lonely - just go on a Mommy-cation. :)

Katidid said...

I've been thinking of running away myself--today; so you are not the only mom who contemplates the idea. If only there were someway to replicate myself. LOL :) Thanks for the story, I hope my own kids think of me the way your little girl thinks of you. Your great!

Moore Family said...

I think being a mom is like making mud pies, it's messy and dirty and mostly the outcome isn't all that appealing, but what counts, (what you so poignantly point out in your posts) is that you see beyond all of that and find away to see beauty in the moment--the beauty of the wet, moldable mud(child).