The Curse of a Mother

I'm free!!!!

Wait. I'm free....

What is it about being a mother that makes you long for some alone time, but almost the moment you get it you want your babies to just come back?

I have today and tonight to myself.  I told myself I was not going to clean, but I can't relax as well if I don't.  Grant helped me out by peeing absolutely everywhere in the bathroom...although his diaper was completely dry so still a step in the right direction I suppose.

I let Aid watch dinosaurs on the computer all morning and was rewarded with, "you are the best most prettiful mom ever."

Bob seems happy and excited to get full on boy time at the lake. A guitar, a frisbee, and a soccer ball were packed.  I packed everything else I thought they would need.

As I stood there giving good bye kisses and waving and yelling good-bye until they were out of sights, tears bubbled up.

"Good grief," I thought. "It has got to be the ultimate curse of motherhood that your job is to prepare them to be independent, adventurous, self sufficient people in the world when all you want to do is hold them as tightly as you can for as long as you possibly can."

Happy Mother's day weekend to every mother who knows exactly what I'm talking about. Including my own....