Friday, Donut Day!

We’ve started a new, terribly unhealthy, tradition around here.  “Friday, Donut Day!”  The Pick ‘n Save just south of us makes some pretty incredible donuts.  It’s important to note that it’s not the Pick ‘n Save just north of us, whoever is in charge of running the fryer at that particular location must get caught day dreaming, because they are almost always overcooked.  BUT, just south of us, they do it up right. So the health conscious mom that I am, we go nearly every Friday and get a dozen.  I’ll usually throw some apple slices in there to balance the health scales, and then when they are having their second donut for lunch I’ll offer them some carrot sticks too.  That mom of the year award was not wasted on me!

Perhaps, we’d do it less often but the critics love it.  See for yourself.

Delighted!  Only 4 more days until Donut Friday!

In separate news, the mom of the year committee obviously didn’t hear what little turds my kids have been lately when they honored me, because had they known that Isaac has been rotten, like old leftovers in the back of my fridge, in primary lately, and that Will has begun thinking paying attention and listening in school are now optional, I may not have got it.  Squeaked one past ‘em!  What can I say? 

Motherhood is hard.  Sometimes, I think it’s too hard. 

Sometimes I catch myself looking at other moms with their kids and wondering what they are doing that I’m not to have their kids so well behaved, or so accurate in achieving their developmental milestones, but then I remind myself that chances are that same mom I’m looking at goes to bed at night thinking that motherhood is hard, almost too hard.  ALL kids come with their unique challenges, and unfortunately for the kids, they were sent to parents who also have their unique challenges, thus equaling a challenging situation.  This is the way it was designed-  part of the great Plan of Happiness, so if I understand it correctly, as long as I don’t quit working through the challenges, what awaits me is ultra cool.  

The bonus to this is that all kids come with their own unique things that make them amazing.  Will’s depth of thought and curiosity of ALL things is unlike any other 8 year old I know.  It is, however, very much like a 32 year old I know .  Isaac’s quick wit and dry sense of humor reminds me of my own siblings and the happiness of home.  Josie’s fun personality, her sideward glances, and pretty much anything she does are the cutest things in the world!  Lately, she likes to mimic family home evening.  She’ll stand in front of me with a book opened and sing at the top of her little horse voice the “opening song” usually “Jingle Bells”, and then forcefully, demand that I fold my arms for prayer.  She’ll repeat this sequence about ten times before she tires of it.  And finally, Jameson’s sweet, unassuming disposition and his love of a good snuggle are a respite for his parent’s bone-tired souls.  Jameson has not been the best sleeper, and Josh comments on how he feels bad that I still have nights (not many, but some) where I have to get up with him, but it doesn’t really bother me.  There is something about Jameson that feels almost healing in a way.  I feel like he was sent to us at this time for this purpose.  Fingers crossed, his dad and I actually achieve all that we are killing ourselves for, so he can start being a kid for a change.  It must be exhausting to be him .  

So, as I navigate those moments of pure stupid, and believe me we have them, my life if better, and richer, and happier because of them.  Motherhood is awesome!