#Blessed or #Insane? Sometimes, It’s Hard to Tell

Whenever you see a status in social media pop up tagged with #blessed, it’s always crap.

“I love my perfect children and we spent the day learning about Socrates. They are so smart! #blessed”

Or,

“The baby just loves avocados and quinoa! #blessed”

And,

“My little helper was tidy and calm when we worked on our papier-mache art project! #blessed”

See how that gets old fast? There is no way that happens in real homes. It’s more like:

“Got halfway through The Very Hungry Caterpillar before my daughter chucked the book at my head. Maybe she’ll learn to read before college. #insane”

Or,

“The baby will only eat Puffs. At least they have vitamins in them. #insane”

And,

“I am wearing papier-mache and the kids left the craft table ten minutes ago. #insane”

#Blessed or #Insane? | Ponies and Martinis

A pretty accurate depiction of me in the morning.

Maybe it’s all a matter of perspective. I had what I would call a “#blessed” moment this morning, but it looked more like this:

*Kids enter the room with a cinnamon roll for me and three for themselves*

Kids: Mom! We brought you breakfast!! Let’s eat on your bed!

The Boy: And I brought Humphrey’s Book of FUN-FUN-FUN, so we can do puzzles!

The Girl (at the same time): I know you don’t like icing…

(Side note: I don’t? Well, maybe they are looking out for my love handles)

The Girl: … so I gave most of it to myself.

(Ding, ding, ding! I think I understand what happened with the icing and it’s not an act of kindness by my little princess)

The Boy: Ooh! Let’s figure out what the mixed up words are…. Mom! What word is this?

The Girl (climbing into my lap): Okay, pretend I’m your little baby. My name is Rose, but I’m not born yet.

Me: Okay. Aw.. baby Rose…

The Girl: No, Mommy. Don’t talk. I’m still in your tummy. I’ll tell you when you can talk.

Me: Got it.

The Girl rolls, squirms, and kicks me in the face prepping for her big entrance as baby Rose.

The Boy: Hey, Mom? When do hamsters need oiling?

The Girl: Ga ga! (pretends to walk and falls over)

The Boy:… Mom! Listen!

Me: Right. When do hamsters need to be oiled?

The Girl rights herself and crawls into my lap.

The Boy: … When they squeak! … Aw, Humphrey. He’s a funny hamster.

Me: Yes. Yes he is.

This goes on for another 15 minutes before the kids decide the world is more exciting downstairs. I think the fact the TV is there has a lot to do with that.

When they leave, I am exhausted and grateful. I love those kids and their high energy, even though they seem to take all of mine when they go.

So, yes. I am #blessed, but I am also #tired.

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4 responses to “#Blessed or #Insane? Sometimes, It’s Hard to Tell

  1. Yep, I here ya. Blessed but “insane” blessed. 🙂

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  2. You are blessed! I got snuggles before I got my eye roll this morning so I am blessed too. #RealityFolks

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  3. I had my three-year-old grand-daughter visiting over the weekend. She just discovered jokes and thinks they are hilarious (even when she doesn’t get the punchline). Here are a few that I’m sure your son will enjoy:

    Why do birds fly south in the winter? It’s too far to walk!
    Where do cows go on a date? To the mooovies.

    And yes — #tired (me too!)

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