It was a Saturday. A very busy Saturday. We were cooking dinner for a family grill-out when it just seemed like my oldest was in to everything. I could just hear myself, I sounded terrible! Every few minutes I would yell over something.
"Monkey! Stay out of the pantry!"
"Son, don't take toys from your brother, he's just a baby!"
"Come ON son, please behave"
"SON! ENOUGH!"
I'm sure the neighbors think I've lost it or am some kind of evil, whip cracking, mother who hates her children; but the sad part is, being a mother was the only thing I've ever wanted to be. Passions, dream jobs and ideals have come and gone but the only true thing I've ever wanted to be is to be a mother, and a damn good one at that.
