“Good Monday morning!” Says no one ever. Except this morning. Its Memorial Day weekend. Its Monday morning and my hubby has taken all three boys to Dunkin Donuts (the land of delicious cakey calories) and then onto the hardware store.
I am blissfully enjoying the quiet time by myself. I never quite know what to do when I have the house to myself. Do something I enjoy doing, do housework… oh the battle of what to-do verses what I should do. This morning, I chose to enjoy my protein shake on the sofa with a romantic comedy talking at me from the TV and the laptop at my fingertips. (I can’t really handle “quiet” time.)
As much as I love these moments, I miss my boys. Not having the chaos of running feet, arguing little voices, hearing the baby discover the noises everything makes when you beat on it. It feels like something is missing when they’re not here.
I am usually begging for time alone. Just 10 minutes I don’t have someone hanging on me. Not asking me a trillion questions or constantly chatting at me, “Mommy, what is that?” “Mommy, what we gonna do fun now?” “Mommy, Dylan hit me?” “My knee hurts!” and the lovely, “Uh-oh!”
But once you become a mom, you’re always a mom. Every part of you. And even now as I’m writing this, in the back of my mind I’m thinking about what to make the boys for lunch and hoping they’re behaving for daddy today. Anyways…
It seems that lately, whenever the boys and I are out running errands, someone always stops me and says, “Three boys. Wow! You’re busy!” Some encouraging souls continue and give me a few words of wisdom and a warm, mothering smile from one who has already been there. And then there are people like the man at the grocery store, “You’re going to be busy for the next 30 years!” 30-years?! My response was basically just that. Then he continues, “It goes by quick.” I thought the man was going to soften until I reply, “Do you miss it?” “No! Not a minute of it!” Okay… end conversation.
Some days I feel like we can’t get through this stage of fit throwing, yelling at my brothers, and well… you know, soon enough. But in these quiet moments when the boys are gone, I miss them like crazy and can’t imagine my days without them. Embrace it. Embrace your kids, embrace the crazy and remember that you’ll get alone time all too soon.
Ready for my boys to come home now. Let the chaos begin.