He's Everywhere...

How is it possible for a two-year-old to be everywhere all at once? I swear Camden has super-human abilities and that someday I will find out he has an alter-ego capable of making messes in every room simultaneously --- and that I wasn't just imagining things. It's pretty sad when daddy arrives home from a long day at work and instead of asking me how my day was, all he has to do is look around at the house and quickly assess how exactly the past 8+ hours have been.

There are good days ---and then there are bad days. Days when I think I have mastered the art of keeping my kids so incredibly occupied that they have little time to even think about touching anything around the house, and then days where I find myself still in my pajamas at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, not due to laziness mind you, but because when my feet hit the floor earlier that morning I was already half a day behind in the mess-making department and well, you just never recover from that type of handicap in the land of mothering. (when was the last time you wrote an 92-word sentence trying to capture the essense of mothering a two-year-old? yeah, I thought so --- oh, and i dare you to go back and count just to double check!)

Anyway, a wise woman (my mom!) once said, "It's not that your kids are bad or hard to control or anything like that, it's just that they are CONSTANT." I knew when she said it exactly what she meant... constantly moving, constantly testing the boundaries, constantly hungry, constantly into everything ---constant, constant, constant. You know what being the mom of a two-year-old has taught me? Domestic Engineers like myself should have unionized all those year's ago ---we get no coffee breaks, no lunch breaks, practically no potty breaks (unless you count having 2 or 3 kiddos in the lieu with you as you hurry to pee before someone gets into something they shouldn't a real potty break!), no vacations (need I say more?), no holidays, oh, and my favorite --- no paycheck. What other profession puts up with these working conditions?!? We missed out on the union ladies.

Instead of union benefits, I get the following:

- at least 50 hugs, "i love you's" and kisses per day (not many from Cammy, but I'm not bitter, no,really!)

- told "Mommy, you're so pretty!" on days that if Cade really knew what the world considers "beauty" the word pretty wouldn't have even made it in his sentence!

- smiled at by Chloe, just for showing up --- just because I'm the mommy!

So, I guess afterall what I do have is a pretty good deal ---if I can just make it long enough to look back on these days and savor the memories! I get stopped in the grocery store at least once a week (do I really look that pathetic and worn out?!?) by someone with kids older than mine and they always say the same thing, "Cherish these times, you will miss them---someday!" Here's to figuring out how cherish these years ---not only 'someday'---but also now, smack dab in the middle of them!