We are doing a deep deep clean here before we are inundated with all the new Christmas stuff… Yesterday I tried really hard to get Austyn to help me out… to no avail…

out of her room she bounded… announcing “IM DRESSED…. IM LEAVING….”

I said Austyn you cant leave its starting to snow and you are barely dressed…come on.. come in the house..

Nope nope… commmmmooon Sa Ann na……… lets go…
I asked her how she was going to leave and just where she was going…

she said… I am going to use my wings…flap them mom… and we are going to go see daddy…
he wont make us clean

no, he probably wont honey…

All i wanted was to be a mom. I remember as a child playing house with my friends and demanding to be the mom. I wanted a billion children… and a house on a hill with a white picket fence. I wanted to sit in a porch swing and sing to my kids. I wanted to make their clothes and make lemonaid. Its all I wanted. I wanted to be like my mom.. to keep a perfect house.. to bake cookies and hide all the worlds inperfections from my children. I wanted them to know nothing bad, nothing evil. I grew up loved, and happy and safe and I wanted the same for my own children.
I am a mom now… and it seems so hard. When I wake in the morning to someone crying I know how the day will be. I live in a constant whirl of laundry..dishes… meals… schedules… carpools.. time-outs and more laundry.. I feel that so much of every day is spent doing the same damn thing. This is what I wanted. I wanted this. I created this. And yet I find myself wondering sometimes where the magic door out is. I feel like I live in a state of working for my family, where I thought we would always work together…
How is it that this is where I am…… how is it that this is so far from where I came from… how is it that 5 little people look up to me to make the decisions, the plans the dreams and yet I can’t make mine?
My baby just came in and asked me if she could sing me a princess song because I am her princess…she told me the sun went down… but mommy… where did it go?????????? she sang… her beautiful blue eyes looking into mine. I stopped typing. I stopped worrying…

I guess if I can be a 3 year olds princess then my world isnt that bad… is it?

Thank goodness the sun went down…. and thank God.. that it will all be back tomorrow. I really wouldnt want it any other way.