This morning, we were in our usual routine of guzzling coffee, helping dress children, packing lunches, a little screaming and negotiation, brushing hair and teeth, etc.
I was helping Libby get dressed when Maddy walked in the room, carrying something pink.
“Mommy, what’s this?” she asked.
I looked down and said, “Well, that would be a pregnancy test.”
“I like it. It’s pink.”
I told her to take it to Daddy.
Pause for about 10 seconds and in walked Hubby with a strange look on his face.
“Surprise!” I yelled and he may have mumbled something about an immaculate conception, but that’s a post for another day.
Yes, I would be the nerd who saved my pregnancy test(s) from when I found out I was pregnant with Maddy and Libby. I promise, honey. Double pinky swear promise.
I will say that Maddy’s timing is impressive. This week, four years ago, I took that exact test and was shocked and amazed to look down and see a pink plus sign.
After venting about my girls, they can also break my heart. Last night, I arrived home after a meeting and they were still awake. I went upstairs to “re-tuck” them in. I was heading out of the room when Libby said, “Mama … you didn’t give me a hug, and a kiss, and a wiggle.”
Just turn that knife in my heart, honey.
So, I am thankful for daughters that remind me to give hugs, kisses, and wiggles (eskimo kisses).
I am also thankful for the ability to run. It keeps me sane and healthy.
Today, I am thankful for wine as a coping mechanism to deal with two grumpy three-year-olds who in the last hour have told me:
I cannot walk.
I can’t get up (off the potty). My feet are too itchy.
I don’t want to wash my hands.
I can’t wash my hands.
I don’t like to wash my hands.
They are now in bed, about 30 minutes early, but not asleep, and that is OK with me. I think we all needed a break from each other. Whew.
Playing catch up … maybe that should be the thankful theme.
Thankful for little people who claim that they are thankful for each other.
And leave me treats, like the uneaten end of their banana.