Ive been back on the roof a lot lately. I miss it. It makes me tough and strong and shows me quite tangibly how awesome being stubborn is. I thought my back might break about 30 times and made myself push on every time. I already see the positive results in strength, tone, and energy. But I missed Willow something fierce. Hearing her count to ten, singing Elmo, family guy, the alphabet and the 99 monkeys who jump on the bed song all in her tiny girl voice running thru my head all day while Im away. Today I got to spend the day with her. We read kids books for about two hours. Ran thru her letters, numbers and animals. Im pretty sure I aced the course in homeschooling a toddler today. Got the house whipped into shape, made dinner, went for multiple walks with her today... And my payment was crappy mean and whiney toddler who spent every minute of her day seeing how mean she could be to mom. And apparently when you have Rob babysit your kid, shell forget your name is Mamma and start calling you Bobby. Shell also be a sweet little saint for him anyone else and a total demon to me. After the awesome thankless mom job i did today, and how i got obliterated despite awesomeness, I reflect on why I like construction and motherhood and wonder why I love things so much that just kick the shit out of me. And then I realize: because those things make me a way better version of myself. And so does my hero, Vrate, who came home after a horrible day and took baby off my hands after my nonstop 15 hour shift like a total bad ass gentleman and hubby. Im tired.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 03:46:04 +0000
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