Things have changed

You know, being a mommy really is confusing. I will go months, with nary a complaint about my babies. Honestly, my kids are pretty good. Porgie is a very good listener, and Izzy is usually eager to imitate his big sister. Most of the time, I walk around feeling very proud of my well-behaved children. But not all of the time. Sometimes, I wake up to find little demons roaming around my house. When I wrote this post, my kids were at a peak of horrible behavior. They were fighting with one another, whining over every little thing, and defiantly breaking the house rules. After a few days, their attitudes began to wear me down, and my patience was shot.

My mother arrived at the perfect time. She was a great distraction for the kids. They loved the attention that grandma lavished them with. They loved getting to go somewhere fun with her everyday. They loved all of the presents she gave them. And I loved that they stopped whining incessantly. It was perfect really. My mom (who is normally not my favorite person), saved the day. She helped to pull all of us out of a funk. Not only that, she worked really hard to fit seamlessly into our lives. She read the kids stories before nap time. She watched the kids while I ran to the store for groceries. She actually listened when I talked to her. Honestly, it felt like my mother had transformed into an entirely different person - a person I might actually want to be around. I enjoyed having her here. It has probably been at least 15 years since I have enjoyed her company.

Needless to say, I was dreading my mother's departure. I was afraid that we would fall back into the same rut we were in before she came. But to my surprise, Porgie and Izzy have been awesome this week. I even started coming down with a cold on Friday morning, and I decided to have a lazy day at home. The kids happily played in the house all day, with minimal tantrums. AMAZING!

Although my mom's visit was great, I was kind of happy to see her leave. I just wanted to have my house back to myself. I was constantly cleaning the entire time she was here. It felt like I was always picking up toys and washing dishes. When she flew home on Wednesday morning, I let the kids go hog wild...
I didn't pick up a damn toy all day. And it felt GREAT.

So, things have mellowed out and I am feeling like a peaceful mama again. Thank goodness for grandma:)