Travelingjenny

I love being a mother. Really, I do. It’s okay that it’s a 24/7 job – one for which I do not receive monetary compensation. Or paid vacation time. Or ANY vacation time. It’s okay that I was up at 6:30 this morning slicing five cucumbers for Gracie to share at snacktime (yes, cucumbers – her choice). It’s okay that Tess wiped her yogurt face on my brand new shirt right before we had to leave for music class. And it’s okay that she spit her chewed up cheese stick into my hand at lunchtime, after she turned her milk upside down to make a puddle on her tray. What is NOT okay is that I seem to have been reduced to a babbling, bumbling idiot most of the time. It is nearly impossible for me to put together a coherent adult sentence. And apparently it is even difficult for me to drive in a straight line – as evidenced by the fact that I destroyed my passenger-side mirror today. On our 4-month old minivan. I am going to attribute this unfortunate incident to the fact that the consistent background chatter/singing/crying in the van was nearly making my head spin. Or to the very obvious fact that I seem to be losing precious brain cells, by the millions, on a daily basis. So I guess this is the price of motherhood: one new passenger-side mirror. And my sanity. But it’s all worth it. Really, it is.