Today felt like a vacation hangover.
The alarm went off too early and all of a sudden the same old routine hit me in the face. It was a wonderful moment when the kids tumbled into my bed to cover me with giant hugs... and then it began. Breakfast. Dress the kids. Teeth-faces-hair. Shoes. School. Madness! Mayhem!
So yeah, here I am again. Back at it. Mommy Central. How can I love being a mom so much and yet despise the day-to-day stuff? It's that always-there cloud. Cooking, cleaning, laundry... blah blah blah blah. And I feel guilty for even whining about it. This charmed life is not totally lost on me.
It was so good to snuggle with my boys and show them all of the pictures from the trip; they liked the shells I brought them from the beach. Max insists one of the shells is from an oyster, which he pronounces as if it rhymes with 'moisture'. Khai keeps asking what happened to the other half of the shell. "Did a shark eat it?"
Tomorrow? I predict more of the routine with occasional laughter and less drama.
originally posted at pixellaneous.com