Yup, you got it, that's me, the world's greatest mom.
At least according to Doodle.
It seems as if some days I am determined to prove to myself and everyone else how horrible of a mother I really am.
Sometimes I can be "not so nice."
Sometimes I say and do things I don't really mean.
Sometimes I am too harsh with the kids.
I expect a lot from my children and I feel like a big fat meanie...most of the time.
Yet there are moments of greatness.
Yesterday was one of those days.
By dinner time I felt I was at my rope's end.
Ethan had peed on the carpet while I had locked myself in the bathroom for a nice hot, long shower (I should have known better).
Someone plugged the toilet AGAIN, for about the 100th time this month.
It felt like I spent the day stopping arguments and ranting at the kids to clean up mess after mess after mess.
How can our house get so messy so fast? We don't have many toys.
They find whatever they can to make a mess with.
Yesterday it was a box of Tissues which they snuck upstairs. They ripped 3/4 of the box out and they were everywhere.
They made horse blankets with them, wrote notes on them, made flags and door signs and just generality ripped them to tiny shreds and spread them all over the two bedrooms.
By the time dinner was over I felt defeated and tired.
We quickly got dinner cleaned up and I wanted to just have no more messes in the house so I grabbed a handful of books and our novel and I started reading.
I read out loud, to the kids.
I read for over an hour and a half, all the way to bed time.
As soon as Doodle saw my pile of books and the huge green blanket and me snuggled up on the couch, her face sparkled and she ran over and gave me the biggest hug ever and said, "You're the best mom in the whole world!"
It's as simple as that.
All the shortcomings of my day were wiped clean, in her mind at least, with a pile of good books and a blanket.