The night of a Stay at Home Mom

As I sit here with my 3 year old daughter at 8:23at night. A Michelob Ultra in one hand and Curious George on the television. I feel exhausted. My husband is off to mixed martial arts again. Lordy!! Which is ok if all the kids are sleeping and I have my eyes shut laying in my bed dreaming of the perfect man, my husband is pretty close but there a just a couple things I would changeeeee......but since he reads this blog I will move on. Here is how my night went.

Around 7:44pm. There I sat trying to decompress from my day of family fun and too many Why's? which is currently my daughters favorite question. When to my dismay I hear a familiar voice calling "Mommy, mommy, I have something to tell you" I swear I put her to bed an hour ago. Then I hear loud footsteps behind her. Immediately I know what has happened. She has talked her Daddy into letting her come downstairs because she has something to tell me. WOW he is a push over. She is a Daddy's girl now I see why.

As they make to way to where I am sitting I spell to him "W-H-A-T T-H-E F-*-*-*" That's right spelling for any mother who still has a child who can not spell gives you the pleasure of using curse words. You just have to know how to spell them. My daughter smiles she knows when I am spelling it is something I do not want her to know. So she turns to her father and in the same tone says B-a-b-a-a-a which is the same word she spells every time. It makes all three of us laugh. Then around 7:50 William is out the door and off to his class and I am alone with my cranky three year old who is determined not to go nite, nite and that is how it happened me sitting there alone at 8:23pm drinking a beer and watching Curious George. But I try and enjoy every minute because you can never have these times back.

Earlier that day my darling sister and I were at Sam's Club. We are shopping for a get together we are having. Chatting in the check out line I say "I am really concerned about that D-*-*-* that is supposed to come to our house." I hear a laugh, I look up and the cashier is laughing, we have forgotten it is just the two of us out shopping the girls are with my parents and we are spelling as if every one around us can not spell or understand what we are saying. She asks "how old is your child?" I reply "three and nine months" it is funny the habits we get into.

I am not a great speller or literary genius. So sometimes I mis spell words especially to my husband it drives him insane. A lot of the time when I spell words to him I make a mistake just to make him C-r-a-z-i. Hehehe It is kinda funny at least for me.

Kirsten