05/13/2007

Happy Mother's Day!

My day has been rather glum, actually. I believe it is the result of forgetting to take some crucial medication a couple nights ago...it has caught up with me, and the result is not entirely pleasant. I'm usually incredibly faithful with my medication: I know well enough the chaos that ensues if I don't take it! However, the medicine is quite effective, and when I'm feeling great it is harder to remember to take my meds. You know, when you feel terrible you NEVER forget to pop your pills. Anyways, I've seen better days.

Nick spoiled me simply...It was perfect! This morning we had breakfast at a little local bakery that I love! After church Nick presented me with simple flower bouquet and some Hot Chocolate mix. It would have made for a wonderful day had my disposition been so inclined. Nick is working this evening, so I'm in charge of the busy toddler this Mother's Day evening. Nathan is in a foul mood. I tried reminding him that he should be extra nice to me today...but in my honor he has opted to throw things, refuse food, bite, and cry inconsolably. This is why Mothers need a special day--because they don't disown their children even when they behave this unbearably.

Mother's day is a tribute to those women who find themselves wishing they could use duct tape to cover the mouths of their screaming little ones; to the women who dutifully pick up the same mess time and time again; to the ladies who go to bed exhausted and wake up in the same form the next morning; to the moms who take a dirty diaper off just in time for the next 'movement' to occur; to the family psychologist; to the family taxi driver; to the family nurse; to the family chef; to the family maid; to the family lifeguard; to the family laundress; and to the member of the family most likely to feel quite insane. I assure you I've gone completely mad! This mothering business is not for the feeble of heart or mind.

Tonight Nathan and I are quite a pair. I think that perhaps both of us would rather not deal with the other at this particular moment, but we are given no choice, so we'll make the best of it. I've been restraining myself from throwing a full-blown temper tantrum (Nathan style) all evening. I may give in to my impulse the moment another object comes flying at my head. I wonder what Nathan would do if Mommy threw herself on the floor, slapped her legs onto the ground, yelled in a high-pitched tone, waved her fists into the air, and shook her head back and forth? I suppose one of us should be the adult, and I am quite sure Nathan won't be volunteering. Such is life. Tomorrow is a new day. I plan to sleep and get out of bed on the opposite side I did last night. I think it will help!