It's All In The Little Things . . .

It hit me today that when I look at the overall "big" things in our life, I really think we're doing okay and we're certainly blessed.

But it's all the little things that get to me and make me feel like a loser . . .

Oh, you know, like when you take your 5 yr. old to the dentist to have her first two cavities filled. You already feel like a loser because you feed your kid candy all the time and she has cavities and for some really dumb reason you had put a 4 1/2 yr. old in charge of brushing her own teeth. But then you show up late in the cold rainy weather with her hair still wet from her bath because you let her stay in the bath too long because you were jabbing on the phone and it was slow-going getting ready because you are tripping over boxes and boxes of Christmas stuff that have yet to be opened after four days of sitting around.

Then, you explain to the dental assistant how nervous BFG is and how she's sensitive to loud noises and you cram ear plugs in her little ears that you bought especially for this (although they will come in handy in defense to Rhett's snoring). It's at that moment you know you are being the overbearing mom just like the ones you hated when you were a teacher and you strive so hard not to be.

And a little too late you realize, she is getting all numbed up right at lunch time and the dentist tells you that she cannot eat anything for awhile. That would be no big deal except he asks you straight up if she's had lunch yet, which of course she hasn't but she should have since most little kids do eat before noon. So, your southern cover-up instincts kick in and you smoothly say, "Oh, she had a late breakfast." And the moment that slips out, you realize you have no idea if she had a late breakfast or not. Who knows what time you fed her? You can't even remember what you fed her. But you did feed her breakfast, right? Whew. Okay, I did do that. Score one for me.

And that was just one hour of my day,
Mama Said