Being a mom...

Mother:
Calm and in control of her household, children and events. Serene and unflustered.

Momma/Mommy:
Loving and nurturing, calm and in control of her household, children and events. Serene and mostly unflustered.

Mom:
Up 5 minutes late (who knew that could make such a difference?!)

I have crazy hair, flopping nightgown, and can't find my shoes.

Nine year old boys can be so slow when they aren't going hunting or out to play.

Why are you brushing your teeth?! There is no time to cure rancid breath this morning! Any other morning I'd have to threaten you with bodily harm to even find your toothbrush.

Son!! Holding your jeans, looking at the wall is not 'getting ready'!

No, the hole in the knee isn't going to hurt anything. Stop putting your finger in it! Your whole leg is going to be sticking out of that hole!

Everyone at school is going to think you only have one shirt. Granny bought you all kinds of shirts to wear and you wear that worn out one every day.

Put on your sweatshirt. Now. You can't fit your head through the armhole!

How many times have you put on this camouflage pullover? Every day - exactly.

Lunch?! Oh my goodness where is the peanut butter?!

Who ate all the pretzels?! I just went to the grocery!

I don't care if bananas turn brown and rotty looking. You can't live on chips and peanut butter.

Ok, no banana. You can eat decent when you get home. If anyone has a problem with your weird lunch assortment, tell them to call me.

We are going to miss the bus! Let's go!

Where?! Did you just ask me where we are going?! To the bus!!

Oh, look at all the pretty yellow and red flashing lights! They are at the neighbor's.

Yes, we going to miss the bus.


We really need to put some gravel in those dippy spots in the driveway. Cars don't travel as well as trucks in muddy gravel.

I am listening to my now-very-much-woke-up-son say "this is embarrassing" and we nascar down the driveway. I realize I don't really care if he is embarrassed or not.

I am just thankful the bus waited.

Mental note: get our patient, lovely bus driver something nice for Christmas. She saved us 30 miles of gas money.

Running through the yard in the rain on the first day of December makes my bare feet really cold...so cold that I can hardly feel my toes.

There is immense relief that my son is safely on the bus, headed to school and his teachers.

There is a whole day's worth of stress crammed into a 15 minute timeframe.

It's like hanging on for dear life. It's insanity. It's living.

Trade it? Nope. It's the best high in the world - being a mom.