Perfection I am not.

I am not a perfect mom. No kidding. Not as I sit here at 4:00 in the afternoon, blogging away, sipping on a glass on red-relaxin’. I should be scrubbin’ my floors, makin’ supper, picking up toys, pay the bills…..no thanks. Not now. As much as I love my almost 2 year old, he’s stressing me out. And I’m human so I won’t deny that his stage of “ignore-mom-until-I-want-to-listen” isn’t ticking me off.

Gymnastics was fine if it doesn’t bother me that my toddler decides to let mom do all the hand-over-hand and snubs the idea of walking on his own two feet. It’s waaaaay more fun to lay down, roll around on the floor, and watch mom break a sweat.

BP’s was fine for lunch. Really it was. Me and two small tots. Seriously, what could you possibly think could go haywire?

Nap time. Was a battle. First we made a potty trip and that was successful. Yay! Then I asked him to pull up his pants and it was time for a nap. Glove slap. There were three back-to-back time outs with a little naked bum on the step until it was agreed that mommy was right and he did need a nap. Then there was a disagreement about which bed to sleep in. Mommy’s held a sleeping baby and having a soon-to-be-overtired child yelling wasn’t going to restful for anyone so it was back down to his own room. Glove slap. Then the sleeping baby woke up to nurse. The toddler was on his own to close his peepers; not to come out of his bed and play with his books. Back to bed. A third glove slap. Mommy’s losing patience, but I think we have success. Two sleeping childre…no wait. One baby asleep, one toddler walking out the door with poop on his hand. Ooooohhh! Okay, so quick cleanup...I said quick….quickly….quicker….then back to bed. A couple of cuddles, another kiss, and………the baby’s awake.

Breathe.

10…9…8…7….okay, really, that works as good as a hole in the head.

Another nursing, another poopy bum and back to sleep. So you see, I’m taking my own time out, not doing my “mommy chores” and trying to get a little sanity back. It may not be motherhood perfection but I love my little snubber and I am really trying to ride the crest of the wave of these phases with a little optimism that every mother is doing the same thing with their soon-to-be-preschoolers….wondering if it really is all worth it in the end? (That's rhetorical).