It was one of those mornings…
Slow-roll out of bed.
Eyes half closed, feeling my way towards the bathroom.
The night had not exactly been a peaceful one.
Layla had woken more than a couple times (very unusual for her) and then stayed a bit…wedged between Sean and me.
A boney elbow here…a foot or two there!
Shocking the amount of space a little four year old girl can take!
Eventually she returns to her room…aaaah.
I sink into my pillow and cuddle the comforter around me.
In what seems like thirty seconds or so, the alarm sounds. Time to get up.
I make my way clumsily to the bathroom…the one chance during the day to pee privately (Moms, you know what I’m talking about!)
But before I get there, I hear, “Momma? Momma!” It’s Kenley.
What? Nooooo! You’re not supposed to be up for at LEAST another forty-five minutes! This is my chance to wake up…get dressed…slap on some make-up and caffeine! Get my game face on for the day!
Instead, a quick potty stop, followed by a mad dash to get Kenley before she wakes her sister. (It was one of those moments where you know you’re behind before you even start!) So I grab the little stinker who greets me with a hug and a “Momma…I eat!”
We head to the kitchen and the day officially begins…me still in my nightgown, bangs sticking straight up. A lovely sight, I promise.
It isn’t long before Layla joins our little breakfast bunch. We have quite the scary combination going on…a tired mommy, a tired big sister, and a tired little sister with molars coming in!
Oh, if you could have heard the morning’s soundtrack. By 9 am, my children had completely melted to pieces. No, wait…more accurately, Layla melted…Kenley just exploded. And all before I’d had my coffee!
But no rest for the weary. We had dance class and the grocery store! So onward we pushed…VERY. SLOWLY.
We made it out of the house, everyone fed and clothed. But I think we all felt a bit defeated.
You see, shortly before our departure, this mommy…
Raised my voice in a…
Not. So. Loving. Kind of way.
Definitely not a way I want to talk to my girls…OR how I want my girls to learn to talk to others.
Yeah, not my best mommy moment!
So as I snugly buckled each of my girls into the car, I made my apologies.
I rubbed Layla’s soft cheeks, pinched Kenley’s little nose, looked them in the eyes and told them how sorry I was for not speaking to them in a loving and kind way.
Layla graciously forgave me. Kenley showed she held no grudges with a smile and a giggle.
And I asked that if I speak like that again to please help remind me to use my words with love. (Dangerous, I know. But hey, sometimes Mommy needs the reminder too!)
Later that day we were outside playing and our neighbor’s dog was barking. Layla paused from her bike riding, cocked her head to one side as to hear better, and shouted…
“Mommy, that dog is raising its voice like you did this morning!”
And with a reluctant nod and slightly embarrassed grin, I replied, “Yep, Sweetheart…yep…it sure is!”
Aaah, out of the mouths of babes!
The trouble is…I was so focused on her words, I didn’t stop to notice the bark.
So now the question is, which of my neighbors’ dogs was it?
‘Cause either I sound like a loud, intimidating German Shepherd…
a yippy Lhasa Apso.
Regardless, I don’t really want to sound like either one.
Especially to my family.
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