A poem for the Moms out there

Today I left some dishes dirty,
the bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
the odour grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before,
are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall,
will likely be there till next fall.
The dirty streaks on those window panes,
will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
just what did you do today?
I held a baby till he slept,
I held a toddler while he wept,
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
might be important to someone
With deep blue eyes and soft brown hair,
If that's true..I've done my share.

How does a mother leave her children?

Only two more days with my babies before I have to leave them. That's exactly what it feels like I'm doing. Leaving them.

Thank god my drive is a long one. Will it be long enough to dry the tears before I get to the office? Will it be long enough to go from Mommy-mode to working-woman-mode? Will it be long enough stop singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and start singing along with the radio instead? Will it be long enough to forget about Dora the Explorer and start focusing on product information? Will it be long enough to switch my thinking from dealing with a boundary-pushing preschooler to dealing with boundary-pushing adults? Hopefully I don't try to dole out any time-outs at work! I don't think that would go over very well.... (Although I'm sure I'll be tempted!)

How does a mother leave her baby boy when she's almost certain she'll miss his first steps?
How does a mother walk out that door while her little girl is crying, "Mommy! Don't leave me!"?
How does a mother go to work every day praying and hoping to God her babies will be safe, dreading and fearing that phone call at work - knowing how far she'll have to go to get back to them?
How does a mother explain to a one-year-old who has had his Mommy with him almost every breath of his precious little life, that she will barely see him anymore?
How does a mother explain to an almost four-year old who has had her Mommy with her over half her life, that she "has to" go to work (and no, baby, you can't come) and she'll be home "soon"?
How does a mother explain her concerns to her partner without his feeling like she thinks he's inadequate?

How am I going to back out of the driveway Monday morning?

Another "crib" update

Last night? Not so bad. He's still feeling crappy, so he kept waking up (mostly from coughing). He went down solid from about 11:15 or so until 6am. We brought him into bed with US - yes US again - and got another 2 hours+.

We'll see what tonight brings. Probably much the same as last night. If it wasn't for that blasted cough we'd be home free! (I'm his ears are still bothering him, too.....)

At the Park

Zach's birthday video

Talked bugs for over an hour

I think that's a good sign. (How long was your interview, Jeremy.....?) I think there are about 4 other people up for the position, so we'll see!

Keep your antenna crossed for me!

Nights 3 and 4? Complete disasters!

Zachary has yet another ear infection! Or is it the same one still.....? Not sure.

So, Tuesday night Jean-Paul took Zach into bed with him part-way through the night because he wouldn't settle.

Last night I slept with Zach from around 11pm until morning. The poor bugger was waking up every 15-20 minutes and was just miserable.

I think he feels better today. He had a fever Tuesday night/Wednesday. He's on antibiotics again. Hopefully he'll be back to his old self soon - and back in his crib again. We'll try again tonight and see how it goes!