It’s amazing what “mops” like me put up with from our children. First of all the only person I ‘want’ to swap spit with is my husband….not my toddler. However, his saliva finds its way into my mouth daily by several means. Most recently he wanted to see if I actually drank a hairclip that he swiftly dropped in my freshly poured cup of coffee. Therefore, incomes a wet, slobbery thumb prying my mouth open as he’s peering into my mouth at close proximity looking for his morning prank. It’s a moment to live for I tell ya. I guess he didn’t realize after my outburst of “Tommy NOOO!” that I had gone to the kitchen and with the tongs, pulled out the hairclip to continue drinking my coffee. I need that coffee; it helps me de-zombie and get through the day. Another method he utilizes quite often is the “kissy face”. These aren’t just small little smooches, though they are disguised as such upon the initial summon of affection. Once his cute little pucker meets your lips it’s like the Hoover dam has broken and floods of baby saliva seep into your mouth and spreads like mayhem all over your nose, chin and cheeks. Sometimes it even flows down your neck depending on if he’s teething that day. His cute innocent appearance is but an illusion to his sly and drenching intentions.
Spring break is upon us and my current job is to entertain the most bored child in the entire world. Nothing satisfies him what so ever. I have concluded that we have wasted our time and money buying toys and games at his request because they obviously hold no interest to him. What isn’t helping right now is the fact that he has pretty bad allergies to tree and grass pollens so I have him indoors while he recoups. His lack of interest for things in the house is causing us both to plunge into an exasperated disposition. Speaking of the most bored child in the world…eh-hem…universe, an issue with a very loose and bleeding tooth injected a bit of excitement and fury into our day. After tackling and crying and bleeding and screaming, I exhaustingly retrieved a nice little purchasable relic for the tooth fairy.
Oh look! He found the play dough! Sweet!
We’ve come a bit closer to completing the office. The built in from the kitchen has been successfully modified and placed in its new forever home. We’ll soon paint it white to match the décor and theme for the office. In keeping with the affirmed “year of construction 2009”, the kitchen looks dreadful. It is a mess. I am certain we are about to embark upon a most challenging kitchen remodel. As we removed the built in desk and wall cabinet from the kitchen, we discovered that the only form of security holding it to the wall were a series of a hundred or so brad nails. I kid you not; brad nails. John simply pulled the cabinet off the wall with just a smidge of effort. We were flabbergasted. Our thoughts and eyes shot immediately to the rest of our so called ‘custom’ cabinetry in the kitchen. Now all I fear is one day one of my kids will try to climb up as the cabinets give way followed by unimaginable consequences. I can’t stand the thought. We will remedy this as soon as we can.
Where is my lucky four leaf clover or pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? Perhaps a St. Patty’s Day miracle would be perfect right about now.
I am a lucky girl, no doubt. I have a husband who can do this kind of thing; rather, I have a husband who is not afraid to give it a go. He seems to be pretty good at facing these inflowing challenges; whether they are by choice or by some unfortunate and unexpected event started by a decadent force whose motivation is to mock our weariness and financial shortcomings. My only desire is that we wouldn’t make it so easy for this force to succeed.
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. Those little hiccups we survive day in and day out build up our immunity to the more difficult trials approaching. Yes, undoubtedly they will come and some with a vengeance. So I’ll sip my Hairclip Coffee Surprise, forth knowing that this, too, shall pass.
