I’m am one accomplished little lady today. I am never, ever accomplished so I feel totally fine with bragging right now. Allow me this small pleasure and listen 😉
So…I got up with the kids this morning (usually Matt does.)
We made breakfast together. (Matt usually does this, too, because I’m all curled up in a stiff ball).
Yah, I was THAT mom. That awesome, fun mom that laughs when eggs slop on the floor and adds more syrup to the waffles. The kids loved me.
Chaucer: “Tank you, Mama!”
Coco: “You’re awesome, Mom! Let’s do this every day!”
I felt the need to really revel in my awesomeness so we served breakfast in bed for Daddy. I told him not to get used to it, but it was fun to see the look of shock on his face when I served huevos rancheros and waffles…in bed.
Then I cleaned the kitchen.
Then I finished throwing together my crockpot dinner of BBQ pulled pork. Mmm hmm. That’s right. Dinner’s already made.
Then we went on a family walk to the arboretum. I did some sprints, leg lunges, and ran up and down stairs. Once they got over their shock at seeing Mommy so energetic, Coco and Chaucer had a blast racing me.
|I did have to take a break.|
Then I came home and moved the laundry.
Then I showered.
Then I…yah, I can’t believe it either, I did my hair.
I. Am. On. Fire.
I have come to the conclusion that without rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia I would be a super hero. Or a CEO, or maybe just a really successful person with a perpetually clean house. That would be an accomplishment.
It’s fun to check things off, to know that I’m doing my job well. I wish I could feel like all the time. But for whatever reason (probably my pride) God’s allowed me to walk a different road. I am so thankful for rests and reprieve from pain. It’s nice.
The other thing I was gonna tell you about is another strange conversation with Coco.
We were walking through the gorgeous arboretum – smelling the pretty pine trees and taking in the beauty of wildflowers, and I thought it would be fun to talk about fairies. Because if they exist anywhere, it’s right here in Davis. And besides, Matt and Coco have their little monster-hunting adventures in the arboretum. She totally believes that particular trees are “tagged” to indicate that monsters should sleep there. Anyways.
Me: “Hey Coco, do you think that fairies might live here in this magical forest?”
Coco: “Um, no. I don’t think so, Mom.”
Me: “But I bet they would love this place! They probably live in the flowers!”
Coco: “No, they don’t. They’re all dead.”
Me: “What?! Who’s dead? The fairies?”
Coco: “Yep. The fairies are dead. The ducks ate them.”
And that was that. What a morbid little creature I have for a daughter.
Oh well. Cheers and have a happy Friday! I am!