by Jennifer Dyer
Sometimes my plans don’t always work out the way I envisioned. Today I had planned to paint over many of the wall murals courtesy of our youngest who has autism. I’d also planned to continue my “keep the kitchen clean” campaign–I’d managed it for a whole three days in a row, after all.
My plans changed early this morning when I heard a desperate, “Mommy!” Instead of a quiet day doing chores, I spent a hectic day running from child to child. Instead of clean walls, I need to scrub Arby’s roast beef out of the bathtub. (Before you gross out about the Arby’s, youngest decided to have a roast beef snack…and then took a bath with it.) After the Arby’s bath, youngest painted the bathroom rugs with soapy water–for the second day in a row–while I attended to big sister’s needs. I suppose it could have been worse than soap, though.
All that being said, I feel satisfied, even if I have a bit of cabin fever to go with it. I have the urge to stand on top of the deck and yell, “I am mommy, hear me roar.” Of course, that could be the cabin fever talking…