Stick A Fork In Me – I’m Done

Pick a fork…any fork…and stick it in me 'cause I think I am done.

Here is an example of all the things that are simutaneously occurring at the same time, at this very moment, in the my home. Then, multiply the following scenario by at least 20, and this, my friends, is how my day has been.

Today has brought many mommy looks of bewilderment and daydreams of what type of 'mom-cation' I would love to embark on, even if it was just overnight. I am sure I was a sight today as I wandered around town with the badges of honor of snot, antibiotic ointment, and food – I'm sure from breakfast as well as lunch – plastered on my clothes. I remember glancing in one storefront window, and I caught a glimpse of my hair standing up in at least three different directions as I had little hands holding onto my clothing to ensure we made it safe and sound across the street.

So as I step back and become a spectator of this jungle I am witnessing, here is what is occuring…

Two of Kathryn's newest little friends almost got squished between my big right toe and the toe next to it. Ugh. That's definitely a picture of 'toe jam'. I have at least ten little catepillars crawling around the house with one in the hand of Kathryn who is saying, “Look it's head is still on.” In mommy response, “Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?” She turns around on her heels and goes, “Ugh, mom, you just don't understand.” Yep. I don't understand as the image of a little mad scientist gone awry is bouncing out my front door to return a couple of her little friends back into the earth from which they came.

My son is playing with a Playskool spinny type toy that spits balls repeating over and over, “Mommy, this is my favorite toy.” It's Beky's toy by the way. Swirl. Swirl. Swirl. KC and Hannah begin to make circles around the downstairs giggling and squealing of whose turn it is next. He says with much excitement as he flutters his beautiful hazel eyes toward my direction, “Look, mom, I am a jumble ball machine. You see, you put your ball in and spin it around. Then open the trap door and pop comes out your ball.” As I am trying to understand the concept, he wanders off making ambulance sounds. Thus, the race continues.

Hannah decides to take a break from running and marches up to me and pulls up her dress. Guess what's missing? The diaper! In shock I inquisitively ask, “Where is your diaper?” As she runs off I hear her say, “On the floor.” “Where?” I ask, in hopes of a brilliant answer such as, let's see – the trash can. Nope. Hannah runs back to me and says, “It's on your foot mommy.” Really? My foot, huh? I didn't even feel it. I guess the warmth definitely isn't from the dog. She then proceeds to pick up a ball and run around the house with KC. Sigh.

Thump. Thump. Thump goes little plastic balls down the stairs. Next, emerges Beky from the bottom step. Her poor little blistered face causes her to look like…well…I can't figure out what exactly she looks like, a red crustly little blonde hair, blue-eyed girl. So, today, I busted out the antiobiotic ointment. I feel for any person who walked by our house today at 9 a.m., noon, and 5 p.m. as they probably thought a child was suffering severe torture as I attempted re-apply antibiotic ointment. Beky's quick too! She knows exactly where to rub her face on my shirt as in rebellion to say…”Nope, mommy, I don't think so.” Yet another sigh.

A catepillar has been discovered on the red chair…Oops, someone slipped again…Oh, what's that I smell? Oh, it is the experimental dinner called “Tortilla Pie.” Yeah, good luck with that one, precious little ones…mommy and daddy might be eating sandwhiches.

“Dinner, everyone sit down. We are trying a new recipe…” as I put forth my best mommy excitement voice. Somehow, I sense the kids aren't buying it as they relunctantly meander their way towards the table.

I hope my crazy few moments brightened your day perhaps even gave you a chuckle or two. Because you know what? This is definitely my place in life….I'm grounded on the mountaintop experience of motherhood. Lord, help me! Praise you, Lord, for your mercies renew each morning…so, when's bedtime again?


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  1. said:

    Hi Lisa. You really discribed your day very well. I know I’m not a young mother like you are but I been there and have survived it. Although I don’t have my girls at home now, I’m experiencing it in a whole new way. I now have an opportunity to try to raise two different ages of boy kitties. I know these are animals and not humans. But we all share the same creator. So our home is once again alive filled with laughter, joy, and frustrations. Not to mention stuff toys scattered around to step on along with kitty cubes being moved from one place to another. So I feel like I’m learning it all over again but they really know how to put a smile on my face and joy in my heart when I am frustrated with them. I just want to encourage you, you really have a way with words. God richly bless you and your family.

    September 16, 2010
  2. said:

    Thank you very much for the encouragement! I really appreciate it. May God bless you and His face shine upon you!

    September 17, 2010

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