gimme a break

before i start i have to say that i love my kids a whole lot. i mean, a whole lot. they make me smile every day and i am glad they are mine. okay...

i can't even tell you how often i read blogs about how perfect peoples' lives are. how they love life more and more each day and then on days that they don't love life they say they wouldn't have it any other way.

today never had a chance. it always ruins my saturday to find out that my husband has to work. today i played with kids, cleaned house, picked up toys (multiple times), read kids books, watched kids shows, made snacks and lunches and fed babies (multiple times, multiple babies), stopped kids from fighting, changed a gazillion diapers, etc. etc. etc. this is the spot in the blog where i am supposed to say, even though today was a hard day, i wouldn't have it any other way.

today was not that day for me. there were plenty of "other ways" i would have preferred to spend the day....like reading a good book, or shopping for clothes or fabric or nothing at all, or having my hubby here to tag team the kids with me, or taking a nap {aahhhhh, naps!}...today i just needed a break.

lucky for me that break came in the form of a football game. my sister came over to babysit and corey and i got to go to the byu game. i sat numb through most of the game: just happy that nobody was sitting on top of me, and that no one was crying in my ear, or that no one needed me to hold them and bounce all. the. time. at one point i even said to corey, "hey, when did the other team score again? i didn't even notice." i kept wondering if those sitting around me would think ill of me if i just slouched down in my seat and fell asleep for a quarter or so.

it was a good break. i felt a little rejuvenated when i got home. happy to see my kids and happy to see that my little sister made it through the evening and still wants to babysit for us again someday. and now, after half and hour's worth of airplane, peek-a-boo, and tickle monster games, all the little ones are asleep. and finally, i get to read a good book, go to bed, and wake up to a new day.

contemplation: is it bad that i have days when i wish that being a mother wasn't my full time job? i know how blessed i am to have such great kids, but is it so bad that i sometimes want to send them to grandma's house so they can "bless" her life too?