Here's what it looks like when my day starts out awesome: Set the coffee, shower because the kids are still sleeping (HUZZAH!), get cup of coffee with too much cream, place sweater/ blanket over my shoulders for the warm snuggle hugs, sip my coffee as though making sweet love to it while checking email and FB, make breakfast for me. Then...
Oh boy, here we go ->
Wipe all the butts as the kids wake up, let Gloria out, break up the morning, wrong-side-of-the-bed, crabby pants fights and general butt-hurted-ness, , make breakfast for them, everybody gets dressed, do the dishes from last night, cry about how the one pair of pants your kid will wear are not clean and they hate you for it because you are AWFUL, bribe children with future reward if they would just CTFD and make lunch.
This morning, though, I did almost none of it (disclosure: I DID wipe butts and feed them with the ease of not giving two poops about any of it). I couldn't have cared less this morning. I only wanted closeness and love and ease.
We laid in bed blowing raspberries on bellies, cheeks and hands and watching Dora. I tickled feet and made jokes about how dang stinky their feet are. I painted everyone's toenails and let Lola put make-up on us both. Pants was not so keen on make-up so we let him slide. We tried.
I taught them a song that I made up on the spot about needing to poop. "I gotta poop and so I'm squirmy. Poop is good and now I'm learning. Poop, you see, is in my body and now it's time to hit the potty. BOOM! BOOM! I gotta potty! BOOM! BOOM! It's in my body!
Yeah, that's a classic. I may need to copyright that shiz.
We crafted dresses out of play-doh for all the dolls. Then I made cinnamon rolls, bacon and french toast. They drank all the juice that they wanted which is special because they usually get just one. Then Pants looks at me giggling with a cheese face (as he stole some Doritos and thought I didn't know), "Mama? I took the chips. I'm sorry."
I'm not that mom, today. I don't even care.
"It's ok, dude. Today it's ok. Not tomorrow though. Just today. I totally saw you go for those chips. Mama knows everything." < dun, dun, duuuuun>
He giggled a nervous giggle and I let him off the hook. Let it go! Let it go! #Elsa
Around noon I sat down to write for a deadline when I saw the date. May 2nd.
Aw, man. Damn. Shazam. Bam. May the 2nd.
May 2nd. Five years since you left us. Thank you for being here this morning, Bo. Thank you for reminding me to drop the routine and play with my kids. I'm on it, friend. All day today. I declare this a play day. And every May 2nd hereafter.
I miss you, friend. And I pray that you never leave me.
I gave Plum my phone so she could capture the morning. This is just one of the 6 or 7 screens capturing her forehead. She's got talent, Bo. I wish you could have know her. She's a pistol and you would have loved her. Though somehow, some way, I know you do.
I can't explain it. I just know.
And I love you, friend. I love you forever. And yeah, today is the day you left us 5 years ago but you know what?
You've never been gone.
I'm glad you are here. Thank you for reading. I'd love it if you came over to the Facebook page community and gave us a "like". There you'll be treated to the best conversations between Pants and Plum and a bunch of other stuff. If you prefer Twitter, you'll find me tweeting parenting shiz, my brand of humor and even the more serious stuff that gets me going.
Oh and If you like what you read, feel free to share it with others! Thank you for supporting the blog. I'd kiss you if I could.
xoxo, Mama Pants