A few things that bother me

This post is mostly inspired from being stuck in my house for five days while I was sick, taking care of sick kids and not seeing much of Matt.  Take it with a grain of salt, have a little chuckle as you can sympathize and hopefully I will feel better after writing it.   

I think one of my greatest challenges as a parent is to get used to mealtimes particularly when I am doing them by myself.  I sit down and no sooner than I have done that I am up, grabbing something else, wiping a kids bum, changing a poopy diaper or picking up a spill from the floor.  I get through that, take a few bites and I am up again either wrestling Ethan back into his high chair while he is throwing his meal on the floor or giving up which means putting him on my lap while he eats my dinner.  If we make it to the end and I finish my meal it doesn't really feel like I ate.  I think it is because my body was either rushed because I was trying to scarf down some food in between getting up or I didn't sit down long enough to fool my stomach into the fact that I just ate, which means I want to eat again five minutes later.  I'm not sure that when my kids get older I will miss having interrupted meals.  In the meantime I can dream about sitting down the entire time. 

I am always reminded when my children get sick that they scatter germs like no tomorrow.  I can't tell you how many times my food was coughed on, my face was splattered with sneeze juice and how many noses I wiped this week.  It is no wonder that every time they get sick I get sick.  I know they can't help it, but weeks like this make me wish that knowing how to contain germs was something we were born with.

I also do not like the constant party in the bathroom.  I want to say it is all about love when I am trying to use the lou and my kids are flushing the toilet as I sit there (gross toilet water splash) climbing on the counters to wash their hands aka wasting gallons of water and soap, and pulling everything out of the drawers while I am drying my hair, but it isn't so much.  I much rather spend time in the bathroom unaccompanied.

That last thing that I can't seem to figure out is why bedtime has to be so hard.  I know it is the end of the day and everyone is tired, but wouldn't it just go so much smoother if everyone wasn't screaming or crying the entire time?  

So for all those mothers out there that would never voice this opinion, we all think this, we all want to say and so here is your voice.  I hope you had a nice laugh and can know that someone else sympathizes with you next time you have to change a diaper in the middle of your meal! We are seriously so blessed.  If needed, feel free to write what bothers you in the comment section!