Lately I have been a little grouchy.
my days becoming progressively non structured and non-inventive
with sporadic spurts of cleaning or walking the aisles of Target or something
It's my fault because somewhere in the last few weeks I began to assume that by now,
this baby would be on the flip-side of my lady bidness.
Luckily I have to rays of sunshine that remind me hourly how lucky I am to have my "everyday"
Yesterday morning Sheamus crawled into bed with me after a "bad dream"
(about a monster who wanted to tell him jokes??)
and professed his love to his stuffy nosed crab of a mother
and it turned out to be just what I needed:
Me checking the time in the early hours....
"You have a clock on your phone!?! Your're so funny momma...(whispers) and BEAUTIFUL.
I'm keeping this momma.
And I'm not gonna say i hate blue houses anymore...
(something he says when he wishes he lived at his cousins yellow house instead of our blue one)
cause you're the only one I want to hug! I love you mommy, you're so comfy.
When are we allowed to kiss your lips again??"
(since I have a major cold)
Basically this means that I can't keep griping about the stretch mark that is slowly spreading further up my belly.
I mean, I CAN...
But maybe i should just get over myself ;)
There are very few things in life that make my heart sing more than hearing a little munchkin voice call me "momma"
life is good.
team boo ♥'s you