I was simply dealing with a common cold but of-course having to take care of my sweet, adoring off-spring (who certainly were NOT acting sweet and adoring this day) instead of him as I stayed in bed made a teeny tiny part of me hate him. (of-course I don't really hate him!...I love you honey! kiss kiss!)
Off and away he went, whistling with a skip to his step I'm sure, as I stood bleary eyed, red nosed, snivelly and greasy.
I was getting no sympathy from my boys except for the occasional "Bless you" from Adrian as I sneezed 80 times in a row.
Or my 2 year old would look over at me after my marathon sneezing session and ask softly, "Uhkaayyy?"
To which I would answer, every time (because how can you not, that's so cute.) "Yes, buddy, I'm okay. It's just a sneeze."
They ran around like maniacs, throwing toys, yelling, screaming and torturing each other as I merely looked on from the kitchen table. Too tired to do a thing.
I stood in the middle of the kitchen as my boys took sips of their juice and spit it out.
On the floor.
I have no idea where this fabulous idea came from but I was abhorred by it.
My children don't do crap like this.
I smacked my hand down on the table between them and yelled in my pathetic nasally voice, "That's ENOUGH!"
So I resorted to begging.
"Please do not do this to me right now guys. I feel terrible and sick and I simply do not have the energy to deal with this right now."
Adrian, "Mumma, where are my scissors? And some paper? I will make you a card. It will make you feel better and you will stop sneezing."
My heart may have melted a little bit.
I found his scissors and he picked out a blue piece of construction paper as I opened up our massive container of crayons.
He stood at his table and peeked over his shoulder to make sure I wasn't looking.
Finley joined him.
Then they proudly brought over my first 'Get Well' cards to me as I stood blowing my nose raw for the thousandth time that morning.
And the rest of my heart turned to mush.
All was forgiven.
As it always is.
|I've titled this one myself.|
"Slash and Burn!" by Adrian 3 yrs 8 mths
|This reminds me of a spring day...flowers perhaps? |
I have no idea....the child isn't even 2. I'll give him a break on this one.
**I do believe the artwork tells a bit about my sons personalities no?**