Yesterday my kids came and snuggled up to me on the couch and Ava said, with her big adorable smile, “Mom, I love you. You’re so nice.”
And then my heart broke into a million pieces and I died. The end.
But seriously. My kids are the best. When they get out of their classes at church they run to me with giant smiles on their faces yelling for me and they give me the biggest hugs. It’s the best thing in the world.
So yesterday I realized that my being happier and having a better routine has paid off. I’ve been a better mama. Really I should probably just give summer all the credit though, because that’s probably the main reason I’m always in a good mood.
I did ask Ava why she loves me so much, and her response was, “Because you buy me toys, and you give me ice cream after I eat my dinner. And you’re nice.”
My kid said I’m nice! That’s a big deal, because for a while there I was being very not nice. I’m still not perfect and I definitely yell at my kids when I want them to hurry up or stop fighting, but I’m getting better. I always thought I’d be the nicest mom and never ever yell at my kids but it’s been harder than I expected. It really is important for moms to take care of themselves. That doesn’t mean go shopping all day and get weekly pedicures, but I do think it means you should exercise, dress nice, shower regularly, have nice hair (not fancy hair, but clean hair that makes you feel purdy), and just do the things that make you feel good and pretty and happy and not quite as stressed out.
When I ask Ava what her favorite thing I do is, she says, “When you play toys with me.” I have to admit I’m the WORST at sitting down to play with my kids. I hate sitting on the floor, I don’t particularly like being bossed around by an extremely particular 4-year-old girl, and I just don’t like playing with little kid toys, unless they’re legos. Like I can only act out so many tea parties before I want to go hit my heat against the wall for an hour. My favorite thing to do with my kids is read books. They only want to do it at bed time, and read 500 books at the time when I want to throw them in their beds so I can have some me time, but those are my most cherished moments with them and reading to my kids makes me feel like an awesome mom. But I definitely need to get better at playing with dolls.
The other day Ava came upstairs and smiled and said, “Aw, mom, you look pretty with your hair down like that.” Apparently I had been rocking the messy bun for a few too many days in a row. Then she said, “Also, I don’t like when you just sleep in your underwear. I don’t like seeing you naked, so, um, you should just wear clothes all the time.” I wish I had been keeping a book of Ava quotes, man. The things that come out of that girl’s mouth are the best.
People in the neighborhood have been so nice about inviting Ava over for play dates lately. Sometimes Nixon tags along. People are so nice. We need to have more friends over here too.
Also. I’m done with pants. I seriously peed like a hundred times yesterday, and squeezing back into tight jeans a hundred times a day is the worst. I’m still supposed to be pregnant for three more months, and I feel like this baby is literally falling out of me. I’ll start doing Kegels, I guess? And find lots of stretchy skirts and pants. And live at the pool, because I can’t do 90 degrees and pregnant. Just walking from the grocery store to the truck wipes me out for hours. Thank you air conditioning. Bless your little heart.