I’ve heard a rumor of a strange group of people who claim a stay-at-home-mom does not work. I’m here as living proof that that statement is not true.
Especially after today.
Two times a year I put myself through self-inflicted torture. That of taking all my children to the dentist. All in one day. Two hours from home.
I never return home the same.
Today was the first of our two annual days that we do this to ourselves. It was cleaning and xray day. However, our children have bad teeth and you can guarantee at least one will need to go back a second day for fillings.
Our day went like this. Up about 6am, fed all children and hubby escaped out the door before he could get dragged along as well. We left the house at 8am sharp, leaving a little time for a much-needed stop at a wonderful place halfway to the dentist office.
I figure any mom who takes five children to the dentist deserves a treat. Or so I told my guilty conscience.
We reach the dentist office and find out that even Wyatt, our 2-year-old, will get his first exam today. They squeezed his 5-minute appointment in with the dentist himself. Although he wouldn’t open his mouth wide at all for the poor guy, while I sat there with mine hanging open. Why is it we think we can open our child’s mouth by opening our own?! I promptly shut it when I realized how ridiculous I looked.
So the dentist visit consisted of running between the waiting room where unattended children were playing with the toys, and various other children in the midst of saying “ahh” and gagging at that awful stuff they swab on their teeth.
Finally we get to leave and I’m hoping the littlest guy will go unconscious for an hour. No such luck. He stays awake all through Burger King and Walmart. And then decides as we’re between the two that “here would be a good time to mess my diaper”.
Were I a “working business woman”, Mr. Walmart would be where I receive my monthly review on how I’m doing my job. And he never pays me any compliments.
If I’m feeling a bit prideful in my child training, the Lord shoves me in Walmart’s doors. For there, under the bright, flourescent lights of Wally-world, my faults, and those of my offspring, become obvious to the general public.
It is where revelations occur regarding where I have failed in the training of these five munchkins, which angelic-looking munchkin is the most lacking, and in what areas.
As I toss the groceries in the back, my heart heaves a sigh and I wonder why I am so stressed. Then I look at the clock and see that it has been almost 8 hours since we left home. A full day’s work.
So let me meet one of these people who say we don’t work and I will have a few choice words to bless them with.
Amongst those, I would let them know the rich payment I receive. Tons of love and slobbery kisses. Little hands slipped into mine while we browse the milk aisle. Arms around my neck after that diaper gets changed. Children who obey most of the time – notice I said most! We’re getting there.
And lots of character-building moments. However, too many of those and I will be sporting more gray hairs. I do believe I’ve had all the character I can handle for today!