Less than Perfect

It was one of those days.

We were preparing for DK to fly to Chicago for the week and I was sneezing my head off. Yes, sneezing. The very un-lady like - throw your back out - give you whip-lash – expel your vocal chords - kind of sneezing. All. Day. Like clockwork, I usually have a day like that once every few months.

The girls were engrossed in Webkinz world all morning and had been dreaming of new ones they’d like. They had money to contribute, but fell short of having what they needed. They’d done a great job in school all year, but we already had something planned for the ‘end of the year party’. So, DK said that if I came up with extra chores for them to do, we would get it for them.

Of course, we all know this means a lot of extra work for mom as well. Still violently sneezing… I’m a bit of a health nut and refuse to take anything. No need for suggestions. I’ve taken something before on a day like this… and it’s like taking candy. Theses sneezes don’t play. Anyone feel sorry for me yet? ;)

We drop Daddy off at the airport. Tears ensue. The promise of Webkinz = great distraction. We are on our way home. Literally, less than one minute from the house, Jasmine (yes, we took her with us) looks like she is about to throw up in the back seat. I try to chase her mouth with the blanket she is sitting on. Trying to stay on the road. Trying not to sneeze. Trying to convince my girls to help me while they are clearly in a TV coma with their headphones on. One of them (who shall remain nameless) looks at me, but chose not to help.

Thanks to the mommy super-power of driving with the left arm and having my entire right arm in the back seat, the unpleasant experience managed to get mostly on the blanket. However, by the time we rolled into the driveway, I was at my wits end! ACHOOOO! Excuse me.

“Does anyone hear me?!! Is it too much to ask for a little help?!! Why can’t anyone just help?!! ….. blah, blah, blah. ACHOOOO!” To them, I’m sure it sounded much like a rant from Charlie Brown’s teacher. However, the silent tears that followed brought me back to reality quickly. Mommy cooled off. We did our chores, bought the Webkinz, treated ourselves to a Smoothie King, ran in Target and had lots of hugs, silliness, snuggles & kisses the rest of the evening.

I figure there will be no permanent scaring. Well, except for the ‘mommy guilt’. I should remind myself that I'm human. I need to stop putting so much pressure on myself to be perfect in motherhood. Besides, if this video is an example of a perfect mom, I’d be happy with the ‘less than perfect’ mom title.

The sneezes finally start easing up a bit. Thank you, Lord.

Tucking the girls in bed, we were being quite silly. At some point I said, “I know you are, but what am I?” A-Nator said, “Beautiful….. and old.” I laughed (to keep from crying of course), “Yeah, just for that, you are going to have to take care of me when I’m really old.” Without hesitation, she said, “I will.”

So sweet.

Her prayers went something like this… “Dear Lord… Bless my Mommy & Daddy... Love them as much as I do… Thank you God for my mom. She is the best mommy.”

I pray she is still saying that for years to come.

I may not be a perfect mom, but I am a blessed one!