A Day in the Life
The next time you see a mother of two small children who is looking a bit done in, consider the day she might be having:
- Perhaps she shoveled the sidewalk and driveway in a rush while the kids were eating breakfast before preschool began.
- Maybe she took her younger child to the coffee shop for a quick cup of java before a meeting at church. And maybe, just five seconds after her two-year-old was handed a tiny cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, the sweetie dropped it on the floor in a brown-and-white explosion which covered her little legs with dirt-colored speckles and caused her to burst into inconsolable tears.
- It could be that, once a replacement hot chocolate was procured, the frazzled mother carried both her cup and her daughter's to the parking lot and, in a ridiculous shuffle of keys, purse, and beverages, dropped said replacement onto the front of her fleece and the unforgiving asphalt, evincing more weeping and wailing.
- Inconceivably, the morning's events may have included the sharing of a penny-swallowing story with the other preschool moms which brought on a guffaw so hearty as to launch the Eclipse mint from her mouth and onto the floor at the center of the space in which she and the others were waiting.
- She may have had to root through her daughter's excrement with a sandwich baggie over her hand in search of the coin the little imp had gobbled the previous day.
- It's possible she drove randomly around her small city for 40 minutes trying to get the money-muncher to take a 20-minute restorative nap before a follow-up X-ray to verify that the penny had cleared the esophagus and moved further along the digestive tract.
- She might even have had to whisk her son into the house after an enjoyable hour's romp in the snow because he had wet his jeans, snowpants, socks, and boots. (And then, of course, she would have had to deal with the washing of the child and the clothes.)
And it could very well be that she faced all of this in a single eight-hour period!
But then, you must not forget that she probably ended her day with two small heads resting heavily and contentedly on her shoulders as she read bedtime stories before singing to and tucking her children in for the night. And that tiny fraction of her frustrating day would, of course, have made all the rest worth her while.
- Perhaps she shoveled the sidewalk and driveway in a rush while the kids were eating breakfast before preschool began.
- Maybe she took her younger child to the coffee shop for a quick cup of java before a meeting at church. And maybe, just five seconds after her two-year-old was handed a tiny cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, the sweetie dropped it on the floor in a brown-and-white explosion which covered her little legs with dirt-colored speckles and caused her to burst into inconsolable tears.
- It could be that, once a replacement hot chocolate was procured, the frazzled mother carried both her cup and her daughter's to the parking lot and, in a ridiculous shuffle of keys, purse, and beverages, dropped said replacement onto the front of her fleece and the unforgiving asphalt, evincing more weeping and wailing.
- Inconceivably, the morning's events may have included the sharing of a penny-swallowing story with the other preschool moms which brought on a guffaw so hearty as to launch the Eclipse mint from her mouth and onto the floor at the center of the space in which she and the others were waiting.
- She may have had to root through her daughter's excrement with a sandwich baggie over her hand in search of the coin the little imp had gobbled the previous day.
- It's possible she drove randomly around her small city for 40 minutes trying to get the money-muncher to take a 20-minute restorative nap before a follow-up X-ray to verify that the penny had cleared the esophagus and moved further along the digestive tract.
- She might even have had to whisk her son into the house after an enjoyable hour's romp in the snow because he had wet his jeans, snowpants, socks, and boots. (And then, of course, she would have had to deal with the washing of the child and the clothes.)
And it could very well be that she faced all of this in a single eight-hour period!
But then, you must not forget that she probably ended her day with two small heads resting heavily and contentedly on her shoulders as she read bedtime stories before singing to and tucking her children in for the night. And that tiny fraction of her frustrating day would, of course, have made all the rest worth her while.
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 8:42 PM
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