Moms rock!

I woke up with a headache. I took some drugs and had a Coke. Still it persisted. I ate Jory’s sandwich, his watermelon. Still it persisted. Then I ate Rowan’s sandwich (I made them a lunch they didn’t need since their morning behavior ix-nayed them from going on their school’s field trip.). But it was still there and remained for the whole day.

All I wanted to do was go home, feed the kids, bathe them, and put them to bed by 8PM. I got home and must have acted like I was in pain, which I was. My mom asked if I was alright and I told her I had a headache and I just wanted to power through the evening.

We went through dinner quickly and effectively. When the kids were too loud, I reminded them mommy’s head hurt.

They bathed one after the other, then it was time for bed. I eased into bed and tried to find the right side to sleep on. Rowan crawled into bed with me.

“Go get your brother and sister and tell them it’s time to go to bed,” I said to her.

“Okay, Mommy,” she responded and took off.

A few minutes later, she came back and said, “They aren’t coming.”

I couldn’t yell. I couldn’t get out of bed. “Go tell them I said, ‘Come now.’” Then I hear Oma telling Rowan to come and get some French fries. Really?! They just brushed their teeth and now she’s giving them French fries.

“Mommy, I’m going to go get us some French fries,” she informed me and left.

Ah, my sweet big girl. Always so kind and generous and willing to share, unless it’s a toy she feels the baby took from her.

Rowan came back and shared her French fry with me. Then she offered me a bite of her cookie.

I wished my mom would stop feeding them so I could get them to go to bed, so she could rest without the kids running around.

Then I heard her say to TTT, “Do you like people bothering you when you don’t feel good? Do you like them being loud?”

Aww, we were both trying to take care of each other. I was trying to get the kids in bed so she could relax without them running around. And she was trying to keep them out of my room so I could rest without them. I love that woman, even if she did dump the baby in the bed in the middle of the night.

Moms rock!