Today's Grad... D- February 9, 2007

First of all I realize that this picture is crooked---and yes, I would straighten it out if I could...but I can't. I should be happy to have even kidnapped it off of Karyn (Gumby's)page. I loved it so much as it reminded me of my morning. Normal Mothers wake up at 6:00 AM and sing while they get their shower and then tiptoe into their "angels" rooms to get them up and ready for school. Right -reality check. I have been going ninety to nothing lately. I had a proposal do, and 1000 other things… added to the fact that I have been fighting off the flu and cold all week. This morning I had hit the snooze no less than 5 times. Wednesday Night I had gotten to bed at 1:30 AM and I was still tired. I jumped (okay hobbled) out of bed at 6:35 AM. IF and that is a big if the girls are to make it to the bus they have to be out the door at 6:40 AM. That was not going to happen. I quickly showered and realized that some one had eaten the last bar of soap so washed with shampoo. Yes, that is where the fruity smell is coming from as I walked into the office today.

I called to my five year old to come and get her hair done to realize she is still walking around in Seanna's size 10 PJs on her tiny size 5 body (she had a belt on the pants to keep them up??) She was screaming that she could not get ready as she had a nose bleed. She at this point had about 1/2 of a roll of TP on her nose and was trying to show me the blood. If you don't know me you won't realize that I have the weakest stomach east of the Mississippi. I ran to the other side of the bathroom (okay stepped three steps) and started gagging. I told her to lie on the bathroom floor and wait for it to stop.

I then called for Seanna my 7 year old to get her hair done. She walks up stairs with her coat on, and her jean skirt that she wore yesterday and a shirt that looked like it came from the bottom of a 400 lb laundry basket. To say that it was wrinkled would be like saying a pig enjoys a spattering of mud on occasion. I told her that she had to wear something else and that her hair was not done and not going to be in a headband today. She got another shirt and I raced to get Emma off of the floor to get her clothes on. I found two slightly matching pieces of clothing and tights. I told her to put them on.

Seanna now emerges with a new shirt on same old skirt. I ignore the skirt and try to praise the shirt (yes, she has put the coat back on as well) I rush her to my Bathroom and do her hair. I asked her if she has brushed her teeth. She rolls her eyes at me and says no. I immediately said don't you roll your eyes at me or give me that look. You have just added two days on to being grounded (that grounding story is another whole blog).

She then starts crying and saying she is sorry etc. I ignore it (being the mean Mom that I am) and tell her to go and brush her teeth. She is going so fast out of the bathroom that the hairspray is not hitting her head. I wheel her back in to try to get a couple droplets onto her head region.

Emma now walks in fully dressed in her outfit and she has put on her penguin slippers. She informs me that she is the prettiest princess in the world and that she was a fashion model and was "in demand". I asked her where she had heard that as I brushed her hair. She melted into tears as she did not understand how she could love me so much (drama queen alert) and how could I pull her hair so much when I put in her pony tails.

I told her to get her shoes/coat/and book bag that we were running late. It was now 7:12 and we had to leave at 7:15 to get to the school on time. I run downstairs to find my husband sitting in a chair drinking milk. HOW DARE HE? Did he not know that it was insane upstairs? Did he not know that I needed help? Did he not feel my stress? (If you can’t keep up the answer is no to all three questions).

I told the girls to run to the garage and get into the car. Joe the dog (who I called dumb- yes I did) ran into the garage. I pushed him back into the house as the girls shoved each other into the car. I got to school parked in the teacher's parking lot and ran the kids to the car line. I told them to run as the cars stopped to let out students. The line monitor gave me the “you’re a disgusting parent who is breaking all rules” look as I told the girls “Mommy loves you have a good day.” Seanna turned around and her look said it all. Who is this cheerful person who is telling us to have a good day?

I got into my car and cried. Who was this crazed woman that I had become this morning? To make myself feel better I pictured the Proverbs 31 Woman in my head and hurled a handful of hot-sticks at her head. After all…. she had servants that helped her. I couldn't even find a bar of soap.

The hour and 10 minute drive served as a time of reflection. I began to ask the Lord to forgive me of my harshness. You see once again my lack of organization, MY laziness, my frustrations, had caused me to lash out at the very ones who I love the most. These are the ones that I would give it all up for. The ones who make me smile like no other. Those are the ones that I have inflicted the pain upon. As I drove into the parking lot at work I felt like a foolish 3 year old who had fallen off of the see-saw again. I prayed for my heavenly father to pick me up, brush off my knees and put a band-aid on my pain.

You see I am responsible to HIM for the upbringing of these two precious girls! I have to instill Godly Character in them. Today’s Grade in Mother-hood. D- (I did say Mommy loves you after all). Tomorrow I am aiming for an A

This Blog was not sponsored by Proverbs 31 Ministry or staff. No children were harmed in the frantic morning rush. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog...one wiener dog was pushed into the house while trying to escape his environment !