Here’s another one I pulled out of the archives to dust off and update to our current life. Enjoy a very accurate, un-exaggerated picture of our day to day life.
“It’s morning. I’m hungry.” It’s my no-snooze alarm.
My eyes struggle to open as she taps on my arm.
It’s only 6:30 but my day has begun.
Welcome to life as a mommy.
Downstairs we go to start off our day.
Let’s get those first diaper changes out of the way.
“I want oatmeal!” “I want ‘yogret!'” “I need a drink!”
“Can I have some more, please, Mommy?”
Back to the bedrooms we head to get dressed,
Little shirts, little socks, and all of the rest.
Combing hair, brushing teeth, “Okay, Bess, that’s good.”
“Please go make your bed now for Mommy.”
The rest of the morning is filled up with jobs:
Doing laundry and dishes and calming their sobs.
“She pulled my hair!” “She took away!”
“Elisabeth stole his paci again, Mommy!”
“What do you want for lunch?” “Peanut butter and jelly!
And remember that Cheetos are great for my belly!”
“I want more!” “I’m all done!” “Can I have a cookie?”
“You forgot my drink, silly Mommy!”
Thank goodness it’s naptime. I tuck two in–“Night, night!”
A snack for the baby and tuck him in tight.
Now it’s finally school time, a highlight of the day;
Time just for the oldest and her mommy.
I hear Catherine’s footsteps, and then Elisabeth cries.
Down the stairs they come, both rubbing wake-up eyes.
Rest time is over, the snacks come out.
And it’s back to work now, Mommy.
“Mommy, I pee-peed!” (Oh dear, it’s on the chair.)
“Mommy, Elisabeth put lotion in her hair!”
“Play with me, Mommy!” “Read me a book!”
“Samuel started crying again, Mommy!”
I look at the clock. Hurray, it’s almost time!
Onto the couch by the window we climb.
“I see him! There’s Daddy!” And to the door they run.
Everyone’s forgotten about the mommy.
Time now for dinner. “Girls, come and sit down.”
“Remember to eat and not act like a clown.”
“Take a bite.” “Use your fork.” “Let’s use our manners.”
“Can we have a treat now, please, Mommy?”
Some nights we load into the van and we go.
At Thursday’s gymnastics we make quite a show.
One needing fed and one needing changed
And two yelling, “Look at me, Mommy!”
The evening’s now over. Prayers have been said.
Daddy takes his three girls to tuck them in bed.
The baby goes too, just as soon as he’s finished
Getting every last drop from his mommy.
The house is now quiet. I sit down with a sigh.
The days are so long, but oh, how they fly.
My body’s exhausted, my brain is worn out,
But after all, I am a Mommy.
I climb into bed and know this is bliss.
I turn to my husband for my good night kiss.
I better sleep quick for in only three hours
That baby will be crying for Mommy.