Hangin’ Tough

Not a single soul had spoken to me for the last two hours. I announced to every person in the house that I was going upstairs and would be back in 20 minutes. Clearly, this was a rookie mistake. Never make your presence known lest you want the predator to devour you. I had barely turned the water on when the door opened the first time.

Handsome #2- Mom! Can you make me something to eat?

Me- Can you please give me a few minutes?

Handsome #2- Yes, but hurry!

I shampooed and almost conditioned before the next interruption. A naked from the waist down light saber-wielding child appeared and opened the shower door. 

Me- Honey, I am in the shower. What do you need?

Handsome #3- Um, nothing. I don’t need nothing.

Me- Where are your pants?!?!?!

Handsome #3- I lost them. But, I could find them. Mom! Can you wipe me, please?

Successfully wiping a child with one hand while putting the rest of the conditioner on your head with the other should at the very least come with a cash prize.

Once he was gone, I thought I’d try shaving my legs. Then I heard the screaming from the other side of the door, the only one of my children to give me any privacy.

Handsome #1- Mom! The baby is crying!

Me- Put the binkie in her mouth, I’ll be there in five minutes.

I wanted a few minutes of uninterrupted time, but instead I got to speak to all three of The Handsomes and got a status update on the baby. As I stepped out and caught a glimpse of my face in the foggy mirror, I cried. I cried big ugly tears because all too soon, it will be over. I will miss the screaming and yelling and constant emergencies. I will miss the hugs and the kisses and a chubby sweaty hand grabbing mine. I will miss my little loves needing me as they become more independent and self-sufficient.

As much as I wanted to wallow in my sorrow, I decided that my husband finding me in a heap on the bathroom floor wouldn’t be the best way to kick off his weekend. My mother always says that a little bit of fragrance and a fresh coat of lipstick can alter your mood instantly, so I figured I would give it a shot. Despite the fact that I am now a mother of four, nearing forty with a road map of stretchmarks and other badges of life’s experiences, The Grillin’ Fool still likes me and he deserves me at my best.

And today, the very best I could do was my signature red lips and a New Kids on the Block T-shirt that could likely find a home in the Smithsonian. I snapped a selfie, because no one would really believe that I not only still own this shirt but wear it often. And just like that, as if on cue, from the first floor I heard, “MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

NKOTB

7 Comments on Hangin’ Tough

  1. Gayle
    June 10, 2016 at 8:13 pm (2 years ago)

    your hair looks great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Keri
    June 10, 2016 at 10:05 pm (2 years ago)

    I love your stories. And I love the way you tell them. And I love your shirt. And I also cry because I don’t want this to end. Ever.

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  3. Gail Wilson
    June 10, 2016 at 10:12 pm (2 years ago)

    You’re beautiful inside and out! Love this story, and it’s so true. They grow up so fast. Most people don’t recognize it until it happens.

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  4. Bev Long
    June 10, 2016 at 10:37 pm (2 years ago)

    Love your hair also, wish mine looked like that!!! Kids are a full time job; yours are so cute. It’s true, you turn around and they’re grown!

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  5. Diane
    June 10, 2016 at 10:55 pm (2 years ago)

    How long have you had the tshirt?

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  6. Cindi
    June 11, 2016 at 11:35 am (2 years ago)

    You are doing a great job at life! You are correct…all too soon those little darlings will be gone! Love reading your adventures!

    Reply

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