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A Mother's Morning Plea

Posted by hlinfield on April 22, 2013 at 11:00 AM

I wrote this a few years ago when the boys were smaller... Can anyone relate?

Please just stay quiet while I drink my morning coffee. I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed. In fact, I’m in quite a good mood. But right now, I want to drink my coffee in peace. No, I don’t want to get you some more juice, or more raisins. I don’t want to “fix” the T.V. – read, change the channel until we find Bob the Builder or some other “boy movie”, as you put it. I’m ignoring the calls of “Mommy!” I’m listening only to the rhythmical whirr of the dishwasher. I’m not even thinking that I should be getting dressed, or when is the last time either of you brushed your teeth, or how wet your diaper is, or if you need to use the potty, or the fact that you have spread soggy cheerios all over the floor and the dog is licking the milk off of them, crushing the little things into the hand-hooked rug my mother made, or that you have taken off all your clothes again and are bouncing over the couch, your skinny arms and legs flailing, or that every light in this place has been left on, likely by all the fairies we have living here who are afraid of the dark. I’m not even thinking about how messy this kitchen is, how last night I made a list of everything in my utility drawer and got a hand cramp, right between the “Cars” tattoos and the used toothbrushes. I’m not thinking about the pile of laundry that is slowly coming alive, gathering mildew, growing bigger and bigger, turning into Laundro-Man, at the top of the basement stairs. I’m not listening to the cries that occurred when you took the monster truck that your brother was playing with, and I’m ignoring the fact that you actually look kind of cute in just socks and no pants of any type. I’m not thinking about the stream of snot that is running out of your nose, nor am I wondering how much nutritional value is in snot as you lick it off your lips. I’m not thinking about the need to “get going.” It’s Sunday, and I don’t care if the two of you wear your pyjamas (or nothing) all day. The dog can wait for her walk. I just want to sit here, quietly, without interruption, and drink my coffee, while it’s hot.

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2 Comments

Reply Marcin
11:52 AM on April 28, 2013 
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Reply Convient
9:45 AM on April 28, 2013 
bardzo dobry wpis :)