i love being a mom. it is the most challenging and most rewarding job i have ever have. but one of the most annoying things is that you lose any sense of personal time. as a parent of a small child, you can sympathize with going to the bathroom and having either company in the bathroom or someone waiting outside the door for you.
don’t get me wrong, i love my time with my kids, but sometimes it can get a little overwhelming. tonight was one of those nights. john wanted to snuggle with me. we are snuggling in the armchair downstairs and lo and behold gilly starts climbing on top of the toy box to get onto the chair. now i have two squirmy, wormy children on my lap, fighting for mommy’s attention. it finally got to the point where i told them to get off and go play with their toys. after crying for 30 seconds, gilly moves on. john however, starts mumbling under his breath saying “i just wanted to snuggle you. i like you. don’t you like me?” really? do i really deserve that?
its one of those nights
John and Gill went up a hill 