So this is what my life has come to
I have no issues with hanging up on telemarketers or shortly telling a salesman we're not interested if the kids get to the door before I can stop them. But those living scripture telemarketers get me every time. I have to sit and discuss the weather with them, because that's always their opening line, and then try to tell them gently that we're not interested without sounding like a complete heathen. Then today I had to listen to the whole schpeal from the door to door food storage salesman because I'm pretty sure it's part of the BYU alumni honor code or something like that. It was at that moment--standing there in my knee length mom shorts with a baby on my hip, a dried patch of snot on my shoulder, a three year old running into my heels with his red plasma car and interupting me with constant updates on just how many nerf darts Jayden had shot at his head and checking the clock so I wouldn't be late for carpool all while discussing the pros of freeze dried food vs dehydrated foods and sharing my joy of home canning--that I thought to myself, so this is what my life has come to. It was kind of a defeating moment. I wake up every morning wondering if today is the day I should flush the fish since I'm the only one who cares about it anymore, I can't sleep at night because I am haunted by the stark realization that I haven't washed my pillows in years and I get excited for the second Saturday of the month because it's customer appreciation day at Papa Johns. The Walmart cashier even knows me by name, for crying out loud. What happened the glamorous life I had once dreamed of?? Then later as I watched the kids laughing together in the fort that they built I started thinking more about it and realized that my life has come to everything I ever dreamed it would be and more. A daughter who tells me her secrets, compliments my clothes, still calls me "mama", watches HGTV with me, organizes the fridge, gives amazing backrubs, eats tomatoes like apples, curls her eyelashes before going out, has a notebook filled with songs she has written, makes me the best hot chocolate and fights to sit next to me at church every week so that I can tickle her neck. A son who asks me if dimples attract the females, dreams of being on America's Funniest Home Videos, writes me love letters, tells me you can't trust babies or men with beards, opens doors for the elderly, tells me he's basically a man and doesn't need kisses but let's me kiss him anyways, is glad that heaven has a rockstar now that Micheal Jackson has died, loves long hot baths, thinks that Red Baron is the best pizza in the world and lets me hold his hand in public even though I know secretly he is dying of emberassment. A three year old boy who can't go to sleep until I sing him twinkle twinkle little star and you are my sunshine, snorts when he laughs, eats turkey sandwiches for breakfast, makes a shopping list of band-aids, milk and brocoli every time I go shopping, loves the Strawberry Shortcake movie on Netflix, helps me cook dinner every night, listens to John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt on repeat in the car, saves everything on the bottom shelf of the fridge, shows me how much faster he can run everytime he eats a good meal, wants to tickle the earth, tells me multiple times throughout the day that I'm his best friend and tells me that "honey means mom". A baby who will smile at me no matter how long I left him crying in the crib, crawls after me everywhere I go, giggles when I squeeze his chubby thighs, stares at me in the dark while I rock him to sleep, squeals loud enough to get me out of sunday school each week, nuzzles his head into my shoulder when he's tired and growls when he's happy. And a husband who opens doors for me on dates, returns the Redbox movies when I forget, kisses me in public, worries about me when I'm out alone after dark, apologizes when he's wrong, brings home BYU bookstore chocolate covered cinnamon bears, lets me nap every sunday, cuddles and talks with me every night, makes me feel beautiful, listens to my dream of moving to Switzerland, always has my back, texts me funny rhymes that he makes up about me, always reminds the kids how lucky they are to have a mom like me, and still loves me even when I fart under the blankets. So yes indeed, what my life has come to is even more than I could have ever imagined, snotty noses and all.
Not to be rude or anything, but....
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