Tonight I decided I was tired of being mommy. Tired of answering questions, "Mommy, what are we going to eat? When can we go fishing? Why is there bird poop on your car? Why can't I play with the water hose? Why do I have to take a shower? Why can't I sleep with you?" Tired of the crying because they can't sleep with me, because they're grounded, because they can't have another cup of milk. Tired of not being listened to, tired of being ignored, tired of being mean, tired of giving baths, tired of pretending that made-up jokes are hilarious...just plain tired.
But then I stop....when the questions, the jokes, the crying all stopped... and I thought tonight about 7 years ago. When I couldn't complain about any of that. When I didn't have anyone TO ignore me. When I didn't have anyone to tell me silly jokes that made NO sense. When I didn't have anyone to teach. When I had no one who wanted to cuddle and be my "snugglebug". When I had no one to love so much that I would sacrifice a few minutes of my life and be the bad guy.
So now I'm stopping. And not feeling bad about feeling tired...because who doesn't? But how many of us take the time to stop and realize how great tired can be?
