Saturday, May 1, 2010

Just another day, and another mess

"Stick a fork in me. I'm done."

This is what I was thinking to myself when my husband entered our bedroom and found me laying amongst neatly, stacked, piles of folded laundry on our bed. I was laying in the fetal position, sucking my thumb, and pretty sure, speaking in tongues.

"What happened to you?", he asked me with deep concern in his voice.

I mustered all of the strength that I could, from deep with in my innards, and answered in my tired, raspy, voice...


And with that, my head collapsed with a heavy thud onto my pillow and then I waved some sort of folded, "white undergarment" in the air, in a feeble attempt to surrender.

I feel as though I am loosing the battle. The Battle of Conner.

While cleaning up one disaster, caused by Conner the Conqueror, he is quickly in the process of creating another one. And I Am NOT Kidding.

Today was one of those days. It will go down in history and shall be known as... The Battle of Kitchen Island. (Dun! Dun! Dun!)

Everyone, within close vicinity to Conner the Conqueror's tirade of mass weapons of powdered sugar, was bound to come into contact with the powdery shrapnel.

Even my freckly, hairy, moley, arm (gotta love those genetics!) fell victim to his destruction.

Here he is pulling out the "big guns". A medicine syringe containing residue of Children's Tylenol.

Does he have no shame?!?!?!

"Oh the humanity!"

I can't help but wonder when the "bulk" of the battle will be over. Have I not suffered long enough?

Often, when I encounter these circumstances, I remember a talk that President Monson gave at a General Conference. He talked about how someday we (parents) will miss the dirty hand prints on the walls. Sometimes my response is, "Um, yeah...I don't think so," and at times my heart aches knowing that my babies are no longer babies. And before I know it, I will be spending my days alone with way too much free time on my hands.

Until then, I hope to remember to not fret over the battles too much. To lace up my boots, gird up my loins and to remember that days like today, is just another day, and another mess.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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  1. You are an awesome mom! I hope your husband let you take a much needed nap! "Sick a fork in me Jerry, I'm done!" I always think of you at bunco when I say that because you are the only one that ever laughs! :)

  2. I mean Stick, you know what I meant :)

  3. Love the ending, laughed at the begining. I'll remember it the next time the sweeties do, well whatever they do next.

  4. You need a vacation. I'm serious. I got exhausted just reading about his tirades! Good thing he's so cute! (That's what I think about Jake every time he does something that makes me want to leave the house and not come back for a very. long. time.)

  5. I am experiencing your "another day, another mess" with my little one.

    He is almsot 18 months old. But I agree--I am just enjoying it while he is little. Everything is cleanable (well==most everything)

    Gotta love them--they are too darn cute!!!

  6. He is REALLY REALLY good at making messes!

  7. Oh, Jen! I don't know how to keep the mentality that "someday I'll miss this" It is so hard sometimes. I've seriously been questioning what it is I am really doing as a mother and if I am doing any good at all. I need a time out, or a vacation or some good drugs to make me "feel" like everything is GREAT!

  8. remind me someday to tell you about my friend and her son. . . think white eyelet bedroom set and baker's cocoa. . . you are not alone. and someday we will look back on this and laugh.

  9. You know that you are going to miss it when he is grown up and moved out ;) LOL!! I have to keep telling myself that when my kids make messes.


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