A Moment to Wallow

Motherhood is a privilege, we are honoured and blessed to raise our children.  

We are raising up the next generation, creating a legacy and changing the world.

Paradise lies beneath a mothers feet.

But there are days...like today, when after a full day of:

Refereeing

Disciplining

Cajoling

Pulling one apart from another

Cooking

Feeding

Cleaning dirty faces

Washing dirty hands

Strapping into high chairs and prams

Doing up laces

Explaining why not

Explaining why they have to

Praising

Rewarding

Shouting

Corralling

Shepherding (I know it sounds more like a farm than a home)

Listening to complaints, tales and excuses

Soothing

Reassuring

Hugging

Nursing

Picking up

Putting away

Putting to bed

Sending back to bed

It feels like nothing more than back-breaking, bone-wearying drudgery.

I know there are those that are suffering through so much

Who have so little

So many who would do anything to be in my place.

But right now, as the clock hands show midnight, I'm going to eat crisps, drink coke and wallow a little.  Tomorrow I will do myself the kindness of starting again, hopefully at a slightly less breakneck speed.

A certain little somebody woke up and tried to pilfer my crisps.