1. I sometimes hide in the closet, the pantry or bathroom when things get a bit too hairy at my house. These seem to be the only places I am able to make and carry on phone calls as well. I sometimes bring a book in and stay a while, even if the pounding on the door gets louder and louder. I wish my house was bigger sometimes so there were more places to hide...
2. I am not very good at playing. Meaning, I don't particularly enjoy getting on the ground and zooming Matchbox cars around or dressing up Barbie in a prom gown. I know that I did it as a child, but it was somehow a lot more fun back then. I am, however, a great story reader, so that makes me feel a bit better about my mothering abilities.
3. I get super mad (inside of course) when my kids try to steal a sip of my precious four dollar Starbucks drink or sneak a bite of my Chipotle taco. I share everything with them, and have given up everything from my body to my bed to my sanity..can't a girl have one thing to herself once in a while without feeling guilty?
4. I sometimes let my kids watch too much TV, or play too many computer games. I know, terrible, but they've learned so much..it's practically like sending them to college for free!
5. I sometimes get resentful that I cannot blast my "mommy" music in the car and instead must subject myself to certain, um, tunes. Barney, thankful, has never been one of them, but if I hear "Them Bones" one more time I'm gonna....
6. I grit my teeth when I hear "Mom!!" when I've already tucked my kids into bed and then tucked myself into bed under my comfy covers. I do not want to trudge downstairs to get one more glass of water when I've already "expired." I do, however, sometimes fear that the cry wolf scenario might play out and I might ignore the cries and find someone tied up downstairs when I wake up. But so far, that hasn't happened...
7. I did mention I am a super good story reader, but I will now confess that I sometimes skip words in a story. Lots of words. Like, almost all of them. But now my six year old daughter can read, so I have to be more careful.
8. I never really liked breastfeeding. In fact, I didn't like a minute of it. I never understood the "bonding" everyone talked about. I just felt like a giant milking cow the whole time. My husband wasn't too keen on it either. But, I did it because it was good for them, and it seems to have paid off as they're pretty healthy. So it was worth it, I think...
9. I throw away the kids' Sunday School papers as soon as we get home. Unless, of course, it's a super cute Noah's Ark or a hand printed Valentine or something special. But honestly, what's a mother to do with a zillion coloring pages? Even Grandma's fridge is getting too full...
10. I am sometimes still in awe that God thought me fit to raise four beautiful kiddos. I feel so humbled sometimes when I think about all my shortcomings. This is where his amazing grace comes in, which I'm eternally thankful!
P.S. I love my kids to death. This, I must confess! :)
