We should go somewhere

I just had this conversation with James:

James "We should go somewhere"
Mom: "Where should we go"
J: "We should go to a drink store...no a money store."
M: "A money store eh?"
J: "Yes, a money store to buy some more money. We need to buy more money."
M: "And what will we do after we buy more money?"
J: "We need to go out of the store and then go to the grocery store to buy groceries."

And there it is folks, all you need to a money store to buy more money.

I won't miss it.

Why is it, that when a mother is having one of her worst days, those kinds of days where the kids are fighting and yelling. Those days when your daughter yells that she hates you and that nobody wants a mom like you. Those days when that baby is just miserable, and nothing you can do will calm her. Those days when your toddler throws a tantrum in the grocery store and it takes all of your patience to make it out the door. Those days when you just want to lock yourself in your room and pull the covers over your head and pretend that it just isn't happening. Why is it that on those days, somebody will say to you "Oh, you'll miss these days!" Umm...No. No I won't. These days, in this moment of failure, I will not miss it. Not. One. Little. Bit.

But I will tell you what I will miss.

I'll miss the teary eyed I'm sorry's. I'll miss the heartfelt hugs where your daughter holds on tight and cries on your shoulder. I'll miss bed time stories and lullabies I'll miss my son asking me to stay and cuddle him. I'll miss him reaching for my arm and pulling it too him and hugging it like it's his favourite teddy bear and holding on tight until he falls asleep. I'll miss the middle of the night visits from my toddler, looking for a little cuddle time in mom and dad's bed. I'll miss my baby falling asleep in my arms and those little catches of breath that come after wearing herself out screaming. I'll miss doting on sick kids, and cuddling on the couch watching a movie instead of anything "productive".

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I could go on and on about having hot chocolate ready when they get home on cold winter days, or freezies galore on hot summer days. How about those slow meandering spring walks, or the treasure hunting autumn escapades. Yes there are so many things that I will miss...but those really hard days? I'll be glad to put those behind me.

Funny things the Boy says

Today I made James sit in a chair because he wouldn't say sorry to Ella for hitting her repeatedly with a stuffed animal. He was mad at me and crying...no howling. When he was at his maddest he yelled at me "But mom, I don't know how to talk!" Nice try buddy, nice try.

But, later when I asked him to say sorry to Kymberly for hitting her or he would have to go sit in the chair until he did say sorry, he said sorry right away. Progress...right?