Betsy Bailey

With Scott out of town, it was a stressful evening. He usually helps a LOT by picking HM up from her drama class after he gets off work on Monday nights. Well, tonight I had to pick her up from school, then kill some time, take her to drama class. Kill some time at the library, then pick her up from the class, drive home, deal with dinner at 7 pm etc etc.

It’s quite a juggle and I was feeling a little bitter, thinking along the lines of “all we do for these kids that is no fun. We expend so much effort solely for their benefit and they have NO IDEA how much work it is…” I didn’t express any of that, thankfully.

Later, after dinner, while HM was doing her dreaded chore (she’s responsible for wiping down the table, bench and chairs and sweeping the kitchen) she sighed and said, “I have such a good life and the best mom in the world.”

<mom does a double take> (Usually HM complains aggressively about her chore while doing her chore.)

We hugged and I asked her what inspired that remark and she said, “I don’t know, it was just doing my chore and watching you do stuff and seeing Jake toddling around. It feels so nice.”

Any resentment I was feeling tonight about how much energy is required to raise this child [not that I'd ever feel THAT way, oh no, neverrrrrr] melted completely away.