Me

I am a mother. I smell of my choice of perfume and baby spit up. My hands are softened by Dawn dish detergent. The bags under my eyes are slathered with Preparation H. I exfoliate with sugar and a honey mix. I am late to church with my kids in toe... and I forgot to put on my slip and a bag of distractions for my 2 year old. My toe polish is half worn. Nails are uneven. Two of them are broken. I pretend to be glamorous by walking in high heels although they kill my feet. My hair is several months behind on seeing a salon. My diet (if you want to call it that) consists of Pepsi, daily medication and eating from the kids' plates as I clean up after each meal. I do laundry, 2 loads. I lose a sock to a pair. The dishes are clean but still in the dishwasher. My clothes are built for scrubbing floors on my knees, kids to wipe their noses on, stained from last weeks spaghetti dinner, and a bleach spot or two from using Comet on the kitchen sink. My exercise routine is hauling laundry up and down the stairs, jumping on the trampoline with the kids, bending over as I pick up the house. I'm skilled at Lego creations. I know how to work the sprinkler system. I've put in a garbage disposal. I pull weeds and mow the lawn. The big dresser in the room downstairs? Put their by me. Don't mess with this girl when she knows what she wants. Many great memories of the kids but forgotten because I haven't written them down. I can change a tire on a bike AND car. I check all the fluids in the car and fill them up as needed. I put air in the car tires. I don't sew. I can cook, but don't ask me to bake cookies... unless you're fine with Nestle Tollhouse break'n'bake pre-made dough. Each of my kids has a bedtime routine that I made just for them. I pray for my kids daily. I get choked up as I drop them off on their first day of school... even though one is in 4th grade. My kids are not dressed to perfection. They wear their daddy's socks to church because they can't find their own. One of them thinks it's great to drink out of the dog's dish and I don't say a thing - I actually find it amusing. They've gone to bed dirty from playing in the ditch and sweating from riding bikes. I know all of the Sesame Street characters. I can speak a foreign language... taught by Dora. I get nightmares from reading Goosebumps to the boys.

I love being a mom. Wouldn't it trade it for anything in the world.