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Perfect

When Mad Dog is out of town for work, I decide this is the time in which not only do I have to be supermom, but I have to do it perfectly.  My belief system, as crazy as it sounds, deems it necessary that if I can keep my boys happy and smiling while Mad Dog is away, then I must be doing my ‘job’ right.

Let me say it right now.  This is insane.

So what if Full Speed is angry I made him wear a jacket to school this morning (it was cold, yes, 60 degrees in Florida is considered cold)?  So what if T.Puzzle pouts because I didn’t have his favorite kind of pancake readily available for breakfast (Confetti Pancakes by Aunt Jemima in case you are wondering)?  Oh, and let’s not forget my minor meltdown because Full Speed’s new teacher scheduled an open house with only three days notice.  It took a phone call to my sister who thankfully answered to tell me what to do.  It was so simple.  Skip karate, have Mad Dog’s Dad watch the boys and go to the open house alone.  Brilliant.  Absolutely brilliant.

Why didn’t I see this simple solution?  Because my inner perfect Mommy critic told me I needed to take my boys to karate like I promised Mad Dog.  He didn’t know there was an open house when he left and neither did I. For some reason, I couldn’t deviate from my original plan.  My sister gave me the permission I needed so I could.

Thank goodness my sister was a voice of calm reason.  I guess that’s why if you are lucky enough to have one, you are infinitely blessed because they can come through for you in the most unexpected and very appreciated ways.

Maybe I can let my inner critic soften a little bit or at least offer her a shot of tequila (I mean loosen up, girl!), and stop looking at how I am falling short of perfection.  I need to flip my belief system upside down.

How about all the times Full Speed and T.Puzzle shared a genuine giggle with me while Mad Dog is away?  Or how ‘Dust Buster Tag’ is their new favorite pasttime (my floors are cleaner for it)?  Or how about the basic fact that they are clothed, fed, bathed and quite simply loved (even when they are angry and/or pouting)?

Love is patient, love is kind…, it’s anything you want it to be except perfect.

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Right On

Mad Dog and I were trying to coordinate the evening.  He was driving back from getting a haircut with Full Speed when he was finally able to get a hold of me.

“Sorry, about that.  I was just talking to my boss,” Mad Dog explained as to why he couldn’t take my call a few minutes ago.

We then went on to discuss what needed to picked up at the grocery and the final details of dinner.  Full Speed was in the backseat listening intently to Mad Dog’s end of the conversation.

When our call ended Mad Dog turned his attention to Full Speed who by this time had a burning question.

“Dad?  Is Mom your boss?”

Even though Full Speed misunderstood our phone exchange, I think all Moms would agree with me that technically speaking, he was actually very, very right.

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A ‘Little’ Confusing

Thank you, Aunt Perky!

My Aunt Perky sent me some roses for my birthday.  Each day the blooms expand as does their beauty.

T.Puzzle sporting his Thomas the Train Halloween hat.

I asked T.Puzzle what his favorite color rose was.  He replied, “Pink!.”

I shared that my favorite were the roses with the slightly orange tinge.  “When I was little my Grandma had a rose bush at her home and the roses were just like this color,” I explained.

“You were little?” he asked.

“Yes I was.”  I could see the wheels turning as he tried to process this new piece of information.

“Like a Barbie?”

Not exactly…

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Wha?

T.Puzzle had an interesting statement.

“I not cry at drop-off today, Mommy.”

Wha?

Did my often unpredictible, at times overly emotional, fully commited to the terrible threes child tell me he wasn’t going to throw a tantrum?

I’ve heard of out of body experiences.  This was mine.

My loyal readers will understand the magnitude of what T.Puzzle was saying to me.

My motherhood journey to this moment has been anything but easy.

And now, here we are.

Tearless drop-offs for T.Puzzle.

What’s next?

Armageddon?