Looking At A Pretty Pretty Princess
Destroyed.
We had company coming to town. Daddy was at the fire station. Things HAD to be done. I love those inspiring mom blog posts that are like, the dishes can wait, just spend time with your kids.
But reality is, things still need to be done.
This morning my little kept saying, "mom play with me". It feels like she always does this when I am knee deep in cleaning bottles or wiping the baby's bottom. I was actually irritated, because I’m tired of stepping on pointy magnatiles, only to put them away, and then somehow my heel is assaulted once again.
But, this morning I finally said, damn. I’ll sit down. Just one round of Pretty Pretty Princess. I love playing games with my kids, but the dirty bottles were literally glaring at me.
And you know what?
I got to see how much she has grown. Her humor. Her cute little smile. Her sportsmanship when I crushed her, and I won the crown. And then watching her daddy hug and hold her, when he had the crown and was winning instead.
Maybe they are right.
But I understand mama, we have to get those violent magnatiles up!