So. Emotional post, wrapping up, Jamie screeching for oatmeal. I pick him up to my lap, desperately pecking the keyboard with one hand while I try to fend him off my oatmeal with the other. Disatisfied with my continued lack of attention to him, he pitches his binky right. into. my. coffee.
*sigh*
The emotional, moving post about how much I love my children is filed in the drafts folder to finish "Later" so I can go clean up my coffee and actually Love My Children. Right now I'm writing while locked in the bathroom (one of the few doors Jamie hasn't figured out how to open yet) and the boys are taking turns banging on the door and screeching (Jamie) and complaining about a bumped head (Judah), and my back is starting to hurt from bending over the counter at an awkward angle to type.
And so another day begins.
I'm linking up for another morning of "Just Write" with Heather at the EO.
4 comments:
Oh man. When I go in the bathroom and shut the door, my dog sits out there and whines.
When I go into a horse stall and shut the door, he sits there and whines.
When I go upstairs (he's not allowed up there) he sits at the foot of the stairs and whines.
I kind of feel your pain!
How can a post about typing in the bathroom be so good? Thank you for de lurking yourself. I'm so happy to know you better :)
Love this. Look forward to reading more :) Your kids are lucky to have you loving them :)
It slmost seems like infertility can be such a gift once you have the children because your love is deeper and you don't take your kids for granted. I have a SIL that locks her 2 yr old up in his room and has him watch movies all day while she text messages her friends duringt the day. I can't imaging doing that to a precious child. What a wonderful mother you are!
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