the kind of mother I hope to be

It's too bad I don't have time to sit down and write a decent blog post. A good one could come from a day like today...

breakfast was beautiful. scrambled eggs, hash browns, blueberry pancakes, fresh strawberries & melon. even a table cloth and napkins set. Too bad Simon had to ruin all of it by pouring his own cup of oj (while everyone else was busy doing something other than watching him.) it was a big, sticky, frustrating mess. Aaron had to leave for work before we were really able to sit down and enjoy it.

for lunch Ben and Zack made PB&Js. Luke warmed up some sloppy joe stuff in the microwave inside a glass bowl. It was a quarter size hamburger mixture barely visible in a humongous bowl. By the time it was "warm" the bowl was way too hot for Luke to touch. Instead of asking me for help, he put on two hot pad gloves, climbed up on the counter (he's still not tall enough for the microwave) and hopped down with the glass bowl barely staying in his protective hands. It was so cute, I took a mental picture... and I was glad there was no broken glass to clean up.

I spent the day painting my bathroom. It's a pretty gray color-- so light it looks almost blue, but not purple. Yesterday it looked purple so I repainted it. I am not the same girl I used to be. The girl I used to be could paint a bathroom in under an hour. This girl takes a week to get anything done. I am only halfway finished with the project.... and I wish I had never started. Have you ever painted around a bathtub with a toddler bathing inside it? I have. It's not that fun.

Aaron wasn't home for dinner which made my blah day much worse. But Zack still got a smile out of me when he sat up to eat. He saw his plate and said, "SO GOOD. SO GOOD. I got a FREEEEEE meal!" Anyone been to Cafe Rio recently? Zack has.

We watched Willy Wonka while folding clothes this afternoon. Gene Wilder is sexy.

Time to read Peter Pan. Peter is quite the stinker in the book. It's probably because he doesn't have a mother. All day long mothers cook and wash dishes and clean up messes and fold clothes and sometimes make messes while painting bathrooms, but also they allow little boys to grow up and teach them how to behave like men. At least that's the kind of mother I hope to be anyway.