My son's godfather (my cousin) was here visiting from NYC with past week. My son loves him to death, he would wake up and go straight to the living room where Cuz was sleeping just to see if he was awake. He saw firsthand how it is to have two young kids, and I think I made him consider sterilization. I looked at his face every time I came into the living room with the broom, his eyes would be wide as hell. What made me laugh was that he was SURPRISED that I pick so much crap up from the floor with the dustpan, despite sweeping the floor about 25 times a day. Literally. He took to doing some sweeping when he saw I was doing something else. He would shake his head and say "I don't know how you do it." I would say "Me neither, man." Now he understands the dark circles, the gray hairs that are sprouting, the frustration, the clenched jaw. But he also understands the smiles, the hugs, the appreciation of the kisses not only from Little man but even the slobbery ones that the diva is learning to give. "Is it worth it?" he asked me once. "Hell yes." i said with out hesitation. Despite the fact that most of my days end with me wanting to cry, I still go to sleep only after squeezing them both and giving them a million kisses. And when they wake up I make sure they have the biggest smile on their faces before I let them out of the room. I love being a mother, even though there are days that i think "WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTOOOO?????" and I want to pull my hair out. Even though there are days that I have to remind myself that kids are kids...kids make messes...kids get dirty...kids make noise (not caring if you DO have a headache)...
I'm trying to work my mind out of this bullshit it put itself into. I'm trying to be better.
I'm trying to be better for them, I'm supposed to be their hero...
The morning after Cuz left, my son went into the living room and gasped. He came back into my room and says "Mommy- Cuz is not sleeping there!" "I know baby, he went home..." "Mommy, call Cuz so he can come back and play with me. And he has to tie my shoes." "He'll be back soon baby..."
Cuz asked us if he decided to move here, would we take him in. Daddy said yes, as long as we were in a bigger place. Why is it that my husband likes to take in strays?
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Bing is from the deep south. Every single time her family comes to town, she invites several people to stay with us even though we only have one spare bedroom.
When I privately protest, she just replies that they are "family."
Sighing. I suppose. But, no one told me that it is common in the south for relatives to come and visit and stay for MONTHS.
MONTHS??? OMG, maria, I would pull my hair out. My cousin was only here for five days and I was going crazy...but now that he wants to move in, oh my...
My heart goes out to you when Bing's fam comes around, I understand.
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