Why We Do the Things We Do

Working full time and being a mom to 3 kids doesn't leave much time for rest and relaxation, unless of course you consider going to the restroom by yourself relaxing. Really.  For example, years ago spring break meant going to the beach with girlfriends and enjoying cocktails, sun, and surf. Now spring break means trying to figure out what to do with 3 little people who I am convinced are actively out to get me. Just like the cat. I swear the cat is out to terrorize me as she leapt down on my head from the linen closet this am. This is the thanks I get for providing food and shelter after rescuing her from the streets of Tucker.Which leads me to the following question.... Are we gluttons for punishment?

For example, I just mopped the floor. Foolish of me I know since we experienced epic downpours and I see giant mud puddles in the back yard. What do the kids decide they want to do today? They want to go outside and blow bubbles while the dog escapes from the fence. My son returns with a surrealist mud pattern  on his face and the dog returns wet, stinky, and the color of Georgia red clay. Why hasn't Crayola penned that as a new color crayon yet? The freshly mopped floor has paw prints all over it. What was I thinking? Was I just anxious to burn the 75 calories I expended while mopping the floor? The baby ate lunch and actually had applesauce on his head. Is applesauce the new organic hair gel? I mean it was no sugar added so that could qualify as environmentally friendly , good for you, and potentially good for your hair I suppose. To quote the Pet Shop Boys, "What Have I Done to Deserve This?"

Let me take this opportunity to translate what the following activities mean now:

Relax-means I will hide in the closet so the children can't find me to change clothes

Make up the bed-I will remove the Handy Manny tools and nerf gun from my bed to create some semblance of order.

Rest- I will crawl into my king sized bed where the children have graciously allowed me a space to rest for a short amount of time. I will be relegated to clutching for dear life on the edge of the bed as my daughter is a major bed hog and brings in her iCarly bear, pillow pet, and stuffed possum, Priscilla. Should  I go sleep in the bath tub? I bet if I got under the bed they wouldn't look for me there because that is where I find "missing" toys and socks...Note to self....

Watch TV- It's a good thing I am not a big television watcher because if it isn't iCarly, Alaska State Troopers, Special Agent Oso or something of the sort , then I probably haven't seen it. Speaking of cartoons, where are the parents in these cartoons? Why are Dora and Boots racing around at all hours with a map going on crazy long distance adventures? Where is the adult supervision? That is an episode of Nancy Grace waiting to happen.  And how on Earth is Kelly stocking every supply imaginable at the Hardware Store  on Handy Manny?Clearly Kelly was a Girl Scout. She is totally prepared for everything. She probably has a carburetor behind the counter or an EKG machine. Best I can tell, Manny and the Tools are her only customers. And why is Caillou always wearing shorts? He is French Canadian and last I checked Quebec wasn't known for their tropical  climate. Oops, I digress...

Anyway, it is all worth it when a little person puts their sticky hands around your neck and says "I love you, Mommy." It still turns me to a colossal pile of mush. So, I guess I better enjoy this before the tween/teen years get here and they are angry all of the time and want to listen to Staind.

Until next time.................