I got to pick up Josh from baseball practice with zero other kids in the car because Dave got home in time to hold down the fort.
These are precious times because I rarely get to be alone with my oldest. It was a hard day of momming because it’s the end of the week of a “break” (haha) and I’m dragging… feeding 20 meals a day, coming up with “fun” stuff to do when all I want to do is take a nap the second I wake up in the morning. Go back to school, kids. Mama needs her nap. Definitely short-tempered, scatterbrained, irritated at all the little people and about five steps behind keeping up with all of the chores and dishes that never end.
I looked at that little boy in his baseball outfit in my rearview mirror.
Me: “Hey Josh, is it hard some days to be a kid?”
Him: “Yeah. Yeah, it really is.”
Me: “It was hard today being a mom.”
Him: “I know.”
Me: “I know, you know.”
Me: “I’ll try again tomorrow.”
Overexplaining makes Josh uncomfortable (as does overapologizing). So I smiled at him, knowing the matter was settled.
Me: “How about lets get stuffed on some pizza and watch ‘Robot Wars’ until we fall asleep.”
Josh: “It’s ‘Battle Bots,’ mom.”
And we both chuckled because I never get the name right. But between you and me, I do it on purpose, now.
And I know, that he knows.
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An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
