My Son's Husband

So I'm sitting here watching my son draw with his new crayons and all of a sudden he looks up at me ever so sweetly and says, "Mama, you're my best husband".

I just looked at him and smiled because I wasn't quite sure what he meant but he looked so cute regardless.....so he kept repeating "husband, husbanend, husbannnd". I finally asked him, "Honey, did you just say I am your best husband?" and he replied, "Yes, Mama....because you love me so much and take care of me so you are my husband." I melted right there in my chair before finally explaining to him the difference between a husband and a wife and well....just being a mom.

Out of the mouth of babes comes the very best stuff. ;)

Don't Let This Be Me....

My parents are up visiting and while I am trying my best to be sweet as pie and tolerant this is proving to be, well, tough. I won't bore you with the details of my dysfunction junction childhood and the fact that although I am trying to grow as a human being, psychobabble, yadda yadda....I still hold resentments. And getting demanded to run out in the middle of rush hour traffic last night in the middle of my making dinner (with two hungry kids, no less) to buy my mom prunes and Ensure is just not what helps lose those resentments.....

Please, God, help me NOT be that mother. I swear, that even if I am laying a huge load and fresh out of Depends, I will not make either of my kids run out to buy them for me while they are trying to get dinner made and getting yelled and grabbed at by their toddlers. I may fantasize about this type of revenge when my kids are driving me crazy, but I pray to the powers that be, that I remain the cool as shit mom that I always wanted and wanted to be.