What I don’t do anymore What I do:
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Dread long weekends of entertaining five young boys |
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Fall asleep at 7:30 while putting the kids to bed |
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Pretend to be sleeping yet with heads near my head guarding against “pows” from rambunctious boys |
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Watch boys play flag football while alternating between freezing under an umbrella or frantically searching for sunscreen |
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Dream of sitting around and doing nothing! |
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Build Lego aircraft, join orange Matchbox tracks, wash clothes, wash dishes, wash boys, repeat |
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React spontaneously |
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Get smothered by tons of love, kisses, hugs, joy, laughter, giggles, bubble juice, slobber, drool, sticky fingers, sticky faces, mud, dirt, stains, sweat, tears, bruises, and whatever else a little boy can find. |
What I do now is let a huge crocodile tear escape from the corner of my eye as I whisper to Super Tall Guy the other night – “You, boy….you are the one that made me a mother. Thank you.”
You see….don’t be fooled by this mothering business.
You are not going to “love” every moment.
But you are going to love having had “the” moments.
middleofthemadness 
so true! ” > >> You are not going to “love” every moment. >> >> But you are going to love having had “the” moments.” >> as I lay here on my Hawaii destination wedding “vacation.”
Sophie
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I’m hoping the vacation is without kids!! Or maybe the quotes mean not so much vacation 🙂 Enjoy either way!