Motherhood is...

Motherhood is forgiving your children over and over again...

             Forgiving them for picking ALL of your unripe apricots, peaches, and plums off of the tree  
             the first year they actually produce...  Every....  Single...  One... 

             Forgiving them for picking a pile of BLACKberries from your small blackberry patch while
             the berries are still RED...  (I honestly wanted to cry and trust me they had already been
                educated on what color the berries are supposed to be before you pick them!)

             Forgiving them for digging up the flowers in your flower beds... 

             Forgive them for picking the blooms off of my Vincas...

Between the rabbits, squirrels, and my children it's amazing we have anything growing in  
our garden and flower beds at all! 

Motherhood is...

Motherhood is being creative...

Maybe they should just include rope (or ribbon...), duct tape, and packing tape with the purchase of a baby gate, because you'll end up needing all those things once your children destroy it trying to get through it. 

Motherhood is...

 Motherhood is cleaning your kitchen floor 5 times in one day...
   
     I thought I would be productive and sweep the kitchen floor yesterday.

     An hour later while I had my back turned while talking on the phone for five minutes, Jonah   
     chewed and spit out watermelon all over the floor?! 

     I cleaned it up.

    About an hour later, he thought it would be (funny?) to pour his milk in the floor...

    I cleaned it up.

    That afternoon, I brought three boys the age of 4 and under home from the playground.  They got   
    inside before I did and took off their shoes in the kitchen (at least not in the living room) and 
    when I walked through the door I was greeted by PILES of sand on my floor.  The sand box at the
    park is about one pound short of sand now.

    I asked Trevan to clean it up.  He was doing a horrible job (ie: spreading it everywhere), so...

    I cleaned it up. 

    Just when I thought my shift was almost over (aka: bedtime) Jonah thought he should
    (experiment?) again by pouring milk all over the kitchen floor.

    I had to chase him to get the milk away from him, but before I could get it from him he sprayed 
    and shook it all over the living room floor as well.  ON PURPOSE.

    I lost my temper.

    Then,

    I cleaned it up. 

    Then,

    I turned off the movie they were watching and put them to bed.