Seems Appropriate...

Warning: this post is not for the faint-of-heart or currently-bubbling-with-happiness readers.  For the more macabre senses of humor, however, this may be right up your alley.  Be ye warned.

My Mother's Day

-Being on a plane with two sick children and stuck in airports FOR OVER TEN HOURS 

-My two-year old tantrums almost the entire time (because she's sick).  One of her tantrums happens mid-escalator, throwing her stuffed animal and somehow one of her shoes at the same time and flinging herself bodily upon the cracks of the escalator.  I have to wrench her up by one arm, looking like an abusive mother, so she doesn't get sucked into the cracks (just in time, I might add).

-People shaking there heads and clucking their tongues at me.

-Having the choice of either plopping myself down in the middle of the airport right then and there and having a Mother's Day tantrum of my own... or laughing.  I take the safer route (and laugh) but that comes dangerously close to sobbing so I have to stop that too.

-Wouldn't you know it one of Dave's old bosses (and still business affiliate) and other co-workers just happen to be in the airport at the same time we are and witness my mothering in all its glory.  They look at me with scared, dodgy eyes and at my husband sympathetically. 

-inbetween airport madness on the red-eye flights, the girls don't sleep and cough the whole time (I still feel the burns in my flesh from all the venemous stares of the other passengers).  Ever notice how strangers are quite generous with fathers, whether it be regarding patience or offering a helping hand, yet with mothers they pass cruel judgement and say everything just short of, "Do the world a favor and tie your tubes already!"  Lewd?  Yes.  But I'm sure most of you will agree with me that it's nothing less than the accurate truth..

-It's past midnight.  Mother's Day is over, thank goodness, but not the work.  The girls are still coughing and their fevers are up.  But things are looking up because they're at least taking turns now with waking up and screaming.  

For me this year, Mother's Day seemed to embody the worst of what motherhood has to offer: with unappreciated, screamed-at, devil-eyed, do-it-better, and with a smile, not a moment of peace (or blessed silence), monotony, torture and abuse.  So I say: seems appropriate.  Now if I could just learn to smile at the same time, the combination would be sure to intimidate any would-be tongue-cluckers...  Even so, I am grateful for the blessing of getting to be a mother to my darling children.  No matter how bad things get, they'll never outweigh the joy and blessings that motherhood has to offer.  And in truth, most days with my girls are wonderful and I am so grateful for them.  It just happens that all the bad happens to pile up right on Mother's Day.  I should just learn to expect it and be grateful that all the other days are much, MUCH better, if not supremely grand.  I'll mush in later posts.  But for today, thanks for letting me rant.  I do hope you found some humor, and were not dis-heartened, in what I had to say.