Mushy Mommy

Kids are so funny sometimes, and I don’t think they mean to be. Right now I’m sitting here IMing with a friend and I turned around to look at my bed. Dolly has moved from her usual spot over to mine; she’s put a box full of stuffed animals in her place; and both of our cats are lying next to her. If I wanted to go to bed right now I’d have no place to sleep. I asked Dolly where I’m supposed to sleep and she pointed to the foot of the bed. I don’t think so. It’s my bed. I’ll just have to do a little rearranging before I turn in for the night. It is pretty funny, though.

Zach found one of his toys on Ty’s dresser and accused Ty of taking it. When Ty said he found it there Zach called him a liar. I just happened to walk into their room at that time and asked them to get into bed. When I asked for hugs and kisses, Ty refused. He’s angry with me because Zach called him a liar. Go figure. He was cute about it, though. Just figured he’d be upset with me. I can handle it; I’m a big girl.

The funniest thing was that, a little while ago Zach came into my room holding the fat glow stick he got at a birthday party today. He said, “Um Mom, something came out of this thing and got all over me.” He’s bent the glow stick again trying to make it glow more and it broke. I took the glow stick and threw it in the garbage; then ushered Zach to the bathroom. Without the light on, and no light coming in from outside, it’s really dark in there. Zach was seriously glowing. The glow stick liquid was on his face and in his hair; all over his hands and the sleeves of his shirt, as well as the T-shirt he had on underneath.

Just to clarify, Zach sleeps in the clothing he’ll wear the next day so he doesn’t have to worry about getting dressed in the morning. He had on jeans, which didn’t get the glow juice on them, a sport jersey-like T-shirt, and a button-down collared shirt over it. Thank goodness it was long-sleeved otherwise the glow juice would have been all over his arms. Luckily, all we had to do was gently remove his shirts and wash his hands, face, and a little bit of his hair to get him to stop glowing. Thank goodness.

Then I had to wipe down the door frame where he tried to turn on the light, the edge of the shower where he held himself steady in the dark, and the edge of the sink. Then we had to go turn his blankets and pillow around so the glow stuff didn’t get on him during the night. I’ll just wash them in the morning to make sure it’s all gone. Then I’ll run to the store to get more glow sticks. I don’t really need to but he was in tears that he broke that one; he really wanted it and didn’t mean to break it. I felt bad for him. That’s why I couldn’t really get angry the whole thing; I found it funny as well as sad.

All three of them are very funny; sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. Regardless, I can’t help but look at their little faces and smile. When they’re funny, they can make me belly laugh until I have tears flowing. When I’m having a bad day I can think of something one of them did and cheer up instantly, provided my bad day wasn’t due, in part, to them. J Even then, thinking of something fun with them can often change my day. They just make me so happy; I can’t believe I can have this much joy and love to give to anyone. It’s the best feeling in the world. Aaahhh…

Until next time…peace to all.