The Tigress Wife

         My hubs looks studly in his green polo.  This is one of those undisputed facts than anyone would agree with because it’s just true.  However, he’s  mine and I am his.  I don’t need to parade this possessiveness  around-it’s just something that is usually respected because of our commitment and rings.  Then it happened–some woman was flirting with my husband!!

           She’s an acquaintance of ours-Devin told me that she makes him uncomfortable.  All the wives were talking on one side of the room and this lady gets up and rubs up against my husband!  Devin moved and she did it again!  I became hilarious in my mind.  I was snapping my fingers in attitude and saying things like, “Excuse you! That’s my man!!”  I know how much I love my husband but I’ve never channelled my inner Jerry Springer before.  I think it’s good to know I have fire in my engine for my man and I gave him a huge smooch right in front of the whole group.  I am a tigress.  He’s mine!

Because …

          Ford now connects everything with because.  “Hi Dr. Braye!  Because I have a cough.”  “I don’t want to go potty!  because I don’t want to!”  It’s so stinking cute that I don’t want to correct his grammar and explain the properties of because.  Time is slipping away from me–He’s three years old. Three.  He’s already asked for a hammer 5 times this morning after being awake for 20 minutes.

         I’m not sure where the time went but I know my job is to raise my sons so they don’t need me.  Really?  They need to be independent men. gulp.  So even though I hug them tightly, I need to push them to do things on their own.  I am supposed to work myself out of a job.  But today-this minute-I have two little boys running around in feety pajamas.  I am memorizing this moment because it soon will fade. -Because.

Promise Unkept

           OK- So I didn’t exactly blog everyday.  I took a two month hiatus and didn’t feel any better or relish that extra time I had.  So-back to blogging and releasing my life into the eletronic universe.  I didn’t start this thing to do anything but find something to do for me.  We moms serve a ton and between folding landry and wiping noses we loose ourselves.  I really think we are told somewhere down the line that life’s supposed to be like that.  You birth children=you take yourself out of the equation.

              Nothing good can come from that.  Nothing.  As mothers slowly fade into the background of their family and gain weight-our families suffer.  My family’s well being depends upon mine.  If I really love my two boys, dog and husband like I say I do-than I must start starring in my own life.  I was not destined to be a best friend in the movie of my existence.  Leading ladies are not allowed to give up on themselves.

                If motherhood makes me a martyr–than I have to find my way out!  There’s got to be a way to be a mom, laugh continually and live in the chaos of our household.  Today-this minute-I refuse to succomb to the current victimization of motherhood.  Oh, poor mothers, they have to . . . .  I am a mommy!  Only two boys in the entire world can call me that and it is my honor and joy.  (not every single moment–but)  Yes-my kids may both be screaming in the grocery store but we’ll get in the van and everything will be fine.  Yes–a may have to deal with poop more than most zookeepers but soon they won’t need me as much.  I am a mommy!! I better start taking care of Ford and Cooper’s mommy.  She needs it.