The Day Before Thanksgiving…

Funny story (while I am waiting for my pie to finish cooking, yes I know I started it way too late in the evening!). Today I had gotten both of my boys up from their nap and was working on fixing them a yummy grilled cheese/applesauce lunch. I began to notice that my one year old was starting to get a little over anxious for his lunch. Why you might ask? It could have been the crying and throwing himself on the floor and following right behind me and then crying every time I walked by him (not feeding him nor picking him up!) I was just about done with lunch. The boys were at the table, the sandwiches cut into four lovely slices, all that was left was the bowls of applesauce (I left the sandwiches in the middle of the table to cool so they were very ready for that applesauce). On my way back from getting the sauce (carrying all three bowls, spoons inserted in each bowl), I tripped over the mop Eamon had left in the middle of the kitchen floor. My hands were obviously full so I had nothing to catch myself with and so I gracefully fell onto my knees, skidding accross the floor. Mind you the boys were both watching the whole thing. I was almost in tears as the fall hurt quite badly at first and it took a moment to regain composure. And while I was accomplishing this my one year old-watching the whole thing began to bawl. I'm thinking he was crying because mommy got hurt. As I stand up, Aidan who had been silent until this point exclaims, "uh oh!" Knowing his personality, it has nothing to do with the fact that mommy just fell and hurt herself but that I had spilled applesauce all over myself and the floor. I did manage to salvage most of the sauce, and got to the table as quickly as possible. When I arrived at the table I discovered that my one year old was not screaming because his mommy had been hurt, simply that his mommy was taking way too long to bring his food and this fall only prolonged his lunch from entering his mouth! I was a little annoyed that my irresponsible one year old had left the mop in the middle of the kitchen floor (okay so I had been walking over it all day but still!) My oldest son was now stressing over the fact that there was applesauce on the side of his bowl, to which I responded, "Aidan! Don't talk to mommy like that! Mommy just fell and hurt her knee on the floor, maybe you should ask mommy, 'are you okay?'" His response was, "oh." Then when I handed him his slice of cooled sandwich he didn't want the one I handed him because it had a big glob of cheese coming out the side, contaminating the whole sandwich! I tore off the piece of cheese and assured him that he would eat that piece! Later he complained about getting the square crusted quarter instead of the round crusted quarter, and believe me I did not let him eat the round one! My point to this story? We are a family full of humans! My children are just as human as I am. I did get a chance to work through some things with my son and later he asked me if I had owies on my knee. Then he proceeded to show me his owie (which I had sluffed off earlier) a blister on his knuckle from touching the hot pan while the grilled cheese sandwiches were cooking. He told me he had touched it but he seemed okay. Oh, mom's aren't perfect are they? Neither are the children God blesses us with. We all seem to come out thinking of ourselves first! Lord help me be a better mom! Well, my pumpkin pie has now filled our house with the lovely smell of Thanksgiving and is cooling on a rack on my clean counter. My boys are sleeping in their beds, my laundry is drying the dryer (although the two articles of clothing I was doing the wash for didn't end up in the washer so I'm doing another load as well). I guess that is my que to head off to bed. Wishing you all a very lovely Thanksgiving! Here's my piece of advice, don't eat so much that you want to throw up, just have left overs on Friday! :) Blessings!