Sundae with a cherry on top

I hate the blogs or parenting stories that paint a perfect picture. It makes me crazy when moms talk about how their days are like sundaes, with cherries on top, wrapped in sugar. I am not saying that my days are terrible- or wonderful. Sometimes life is just life. You don't need to convince me or anyone else that you are the most happy mommy in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. Just be happy. Enjoy your day. And shut up!

Wow. Did I just say that out loud? I don't mean to be harsh. I don't even mean to be resentful of the happy little mommies. I just hope that I am not the type that blogs about being so happy that I am some how making other mommies feel like they are less. Like they didn't get the memo on how to truly be a happy and well rounded, a perfectly fulfilled mom. Those kinds of moms don't actually exist. You can be totally satisfied with life. Perfectly content in motherhood. I'm just telling you guys that you're not missing anything if you're not completely consumed with roses when your kid poops on the toilet. (although, I will have one hell of a party when Drew finally does THAT on a regular basis!)

I had a rough morning this morning. Can you tell?

The day has not been all bad. That's the nice thing about family. You get lots of time to build your relationship. You are not judged on one morning. In fact, you're not even judged at all by your young children. The judgement doesn't come until they are at least teenagers...and still, at that time, they will not have a clue what they are talking about. I am trying to find comfort in the moments I had today that didn't involve any time outs or tears. I am trying to focus on the sweet five year old that is unknowingly torturing the toad in the backyard...instead of the frustrating five year old that drew with marker ALL OVER HER WINDOW FRAME.

Lily torturing toads last year.