Flushed Down the Toilet
Being a mom is one of the best and also one of the weirdest jobs on the planet. I wrote a post about the amazing adventure of motherhood for first time moms a few days ago.. You know…to encourage them and crap, hahaha. I meant every word of that post. Motherhood has been the greatest blessing of my life. It is a true joy and has grown, matured and made me a better person without a doubt. But what about the hard days?
Really hard days are weaved into the fabric of motherhood. No parent or kid is exempt from the trials of life. It seems that every stage comes with challenges that are unique: terrible two’s, trying three’s also known as threenagers (teenagers…but only three…yeah, you get it), the list goes on and on. I’ve got a 2, 5, 9, and 11 year old and each age and personality has its ups and downs. Based on my kids personalities today…because tomorrow it will change, but today I would say they are terrific two, fantastic five, nutty nine, and egocentric eleven.
Yesterday, overall was a beautiful day. It rained a lot which is exciting for SoCal…we need it. Our hillsides are green and vibrant which is a big contrast to the charred view we had last year. Life has resumed on our surrounding hills and I am so grateful. We stayed inside much of the day other than drop offs and pick ups from school and a quick trip to the grocery store. I hosted a play date, arranged a late pick up for my daughter so she could join a school club while I welcomed a new friend and her kids into our home. I made b-day cupcakes for one kid, helped with homework, made dinner, cleaned the house, changed diapers and dreamed of doing nothing as I went to read two chapters of a new book to my three oldest. All of that is fine and good, it’s life, my life. The one thing that was new that I didn’t mention was having my oldest flush his dinner down the toilet.
Who are these people?! Who does that??
I didn’t want to make dinner. I was tired and had a lot going on. I had a text half way entered into my phone and was going to ask my handsome husband if he could have pity on me and bring dinner home for us, lol. But I mustered up my energy, set the oven to 450, cut a spaghetti squash in half, filled the 9x13 with an inch of water and erased the not-yet-sent text. I did it. Dinner was delicious and healthy, I made a spaghetti squash casserole with ground turkey, tangy marinara and broiled cheddar cheese, accompanied by a few slices of toasted Parmesan sourdough for the kids. My oldest didn’t want it. His afternoon wasn’t going the way he had hoped and after eating two pieces of bread he decided he wasn’t going to touch the dinner. Some things happened, words were said and he ended up flushing his dinner while I was preoccupied with other things. Can’t trick me! I’ve got 4 brothers, 1 sister, have been a teacher and I’ve been a mom for a while now…so yeah. I walked straight to the toilet when he told me he ate his dinner. He did flush it, but thankfully the Parmesan cheese was my ally and didn’t go down willingly so some of it was still floating when I glanced down. It worked out perfectly that he’d already eaten two pieces of bread because that was all he got to eat that night.
So freaking fun, I tell you.
Motherhood is the best…and the worst…but even in these ridiculous moments, I am grateful. I love that I get to laugh and guide these monstrous, ungrateful humans. One day we will send them on their ways in the world and I know they will stand tall, they will have firm values, a strong moral compass and a love for others. Being a parent isn’t all fun and games but it’s one day at a time survival. Each stage is new for them and for me so we are learning together. I love that my kids can be little trolls and then have the strength and decency to come and apologize, to thank me for making dinners they flushed and to start again better, tomorrow. If your day and week has been trying, take heart.