The Glamorous Side of Motherhood

Yes, that title is meant to be dripping with sarcasm.  This weekend has been a fun one--we have spent a lot of time outside playing different sports with the boys, went to the park, let the boys play on the Slip N Slide while we grilled, and watched a cheesy 1966 Batman movie for movie night with the boys.

There are some things that happened this weekend that didn't seem so funny at the time they happened, but seem funny to me now when I think about them.  I decided to sarcastically give this blog a title with the words "glamorous" and "motherhood" together. I'm not even sure if it's possible for these two words to be put together without being sarcastic.

Last weekend, while the boys were at their grandparents', I took the time to paint my nails.  It was nice--Jacob and I were watching television and I sat and painted my nails.  It was very relaxing.  Well, now, a week later, my poor nails look horrible.  I keep thinking, "I really need to redo those" but something always seems to come up and I forget about them. The boys have both been nice enough this weekend to point our my nails and tell me they are "messed up" or look "bad."  ha. So, the term glamorous doesn't really apply in this mother's world. 

Messed up nail polish on my fingernails is only the beginning of some of the "not-so-glamorous" things that have happened this weekend. We took the boys to a park near our home that has a playground, tennis court, basketball court, and a small baseball field.  We went to the baseball field first to play baseball because there is rarely a day that we don't play baseball--especially the boys. We were playing and having a good time.  Jacob and Alex were on a team and Alex pitched for a while and then we switched so Alex and Jacob could hit.  Logan tried pitching to Jacob and after awhile Jacob said, "Logan, why don't you let momma pitch to daddy?"  Logan said, "Okay," and handed me the ball.  Now, thinking back on it, I'm assuming Jacob wanted to try and hit the ball as hard as he could.  So, I pitched the ball to Jacob and he hit it.  He hit it hard.  I saw the ball coming but couldn't get out of the way fast enough.  Suddenly, I felt a sting and heard Jacob laughing.  You know, it's like when some one trips and falls and you can't help but laugh--as you're laughing you ask if the person is okay.  Jacob was laughing because when he hit the ball it shot right towards me and hit me on the breast.  I walked around mumbling not-so-nice things and holding my chest while Jacob asked repeatedly if I was ago--while laughing.  Let me just say--it hurt! Alex walked up and asked what had happened because he didn't see it. By this point I was trying not to cry--I'm playing baseball with a bunch of boys and you don't cry.  Remember Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own said, "There's no crying in baseball!" My boys should be proud of me because I did NOT cry--but, man did it hurt! After that we decided to put the baseball stuff in the car and let the boys play on the playground for a while. 

Last night the boys had been asleep for a while and Jacob and I were watching TV when I heard Logan crying. I hurried to the boys' room because I didn't want him to wake up Alex.  I tried to get him to calm down, but it wasn't working so I took him into the living room and sat down with him.  I sat on the couch and pulled him up onto my lap facing me.  He kept crying and I finally asked, "Do you need to go potty?"  This may seem like an odd question to ask when your child is sitting on your lap sobbing, but 98% of the time if Logan wakes up crying it is because he needs to go potty.  I walk him to the bathroom and help him go potty because he's half asleep and quite honestly, I would rather help him go potty than to have him fall face first into the toilet because he isn't quite awake yet.  I keep asking him if he needs to go potty but he doesn't answer, he just keeps crying. Suddenly he looks right at me with this "I'm so sorry" expression and I feel it--warmness. Wet warmness all over my legs. He stopped crying and just sat there looking at me with a sad expression.  I said, "Did you just pee pee on me?"  He shook his head "no" and continued to frown.  I said, "Well, it felt like you did."  He just frowned.  I said, "Hop down and let's go clean ourselves up."  He slid off my lap and stood there uncomfortably because, well, his pants were wet too. I stood up and the entire front of my shorts were wet and it was even on my shirt. I have noticed that when it comes to parenthood and you AND your child are both dirty or covered in the same thing--as a parent you always put your child first.  So, of course, I cleaned Logan up first and he sat with Jacob while I cleaned myself up.  Jacob eventually carried him back to bed and a small amount of normalcy returned to our home for a while.  Ha.

It is NEVER boring around here--that is for sure! Here are some pictures from our weekend!