So today I decided to bite off wayyyyy more than I could chew. Since we moved into our house in January I have felt like we have had constant projects going and honestly, I just want to live in a house that is put together with paint on all the walls that isn't totally horrible. Today I decided I had put up with enough disorder and it was time to buckle down and finish some of these looming projects.
We started our day by attending a speech therapy and physical therapy session. (God bless the new secretary at the therapy place for putting the boys on the same time slot which has completely eliminated one of my trips up north each week) When we got home David decided that we would work on the house a little. He began to mow and I took the boys to Lowe's for some paint to finish up our living/bonus rooms. When we returned with our supplies I promptly began to cook lunch (as David had to get ready for work, eat quickly and head out the door). We ate, I put the boys down for their naps and then began the mad rush to finish things in the house. I had a list at my ready to remind me of the things I wanted to do in each room and was totally prepared with the tools I needed to complete these tasks and mark them off the list. I was ready. (or so I thought)
I decided to tackle the laundry room first. It is the smallest space in the house and seemed to be the easiest space to paint and make new. I opened the paint can, poured the paint into my tray and began the process of covering over the dingy old contractor's "white" paint and the primer I used the other day to cover up the horrid lighthouses the previous owner had hand painted on every wall in that space. I had fun watching the fresh paint go on and seeing how bright the room became as the "clutter" was removed and clean replaced it. It was only when I got to the big wall that I realized that this project was going to be a little bit harder than I had originally imagined. I had not factored in that there was a loft above the door where we store all of our camping, skiing and other sports equipment. At that point I realized at best all I was going to be able to do was put a first coat on the majority of the walls and that I would have to wait for help to get the stuff out of the loft. This was a little deflating but none-the-less, I moved on.
Once I finished the first coat in the laundry room I decided to go ahead with that same color and finish the walls in the bonus room. It would be great to be able to say that I was finished with an entire color throughout the house even though I was already getting pretty tired. I began to move my supplies when I heard the sweetest little voice coming from Jeffrey's room. I quickly moved towards his door and then stopped to hear his little voice singing the most beautiful song using all the words he knew. It went something like this, "Bubba, Daddy, Mommy, Shoe (which he calls himself), Grandma, Grandpa, ball, pants, shirt, etc. I hated to stop the song but knew that if I didn't go ahead and get him out of bed I would be standing there for an eternity and would never finish my projects. Plus, I love to watch him sing even more than just listening through the door. I went in and picked him up out of his bed and asked him to come out and be my music while I painted. When I told him it would really help me paint faster he puffed out his little chest and just billowed out more of his song. What a sweet sound it was to my ears.
As I painted in the bonus room, listening to Jeffrey sing I also heard Bubba wake from his nap. I went in and got him so he could come out and join us in our singing time. He sat down in his little walker and listened to his brother sing. Sometimes he would laugh and sometimes he would join in but all in all I think he enjoyed listening to the song as much as I did.
Two hours passed and the two boys played and sang and laughed together as if they were older kids just having fun. They chased each other for a while and then when Bubba got a little fussy Jeffrey would go get him a cracker and give it to him. I was amazed that they played for over 3 hours without any needs from mommy (except for 2 diaper changes and a glass of milk). I was able to paint 2 rooms without any interruptions from 2 very special little friends. The problem was that I became so focused on them playing and me painting that I didn't notice how late it was getting or how sore I was getting. When I finished I began to yell at myself for doing too much in one day again. Neither here nor there I had to continue on with dinner and getting the boys ready for bed.
At the end of our night I was rocking Jeffrey before I put him to bed and I asked him if he had a good day (as I do most nights). He looked at me and the sweetest words came out of his mouth. Mamma, I love you and Bubba and Daddy. Our house is pretty. Bubba laughs and is funny. Shoe loves to eat food." That right there summed up all of his emotions and feelings. He covered everything!
All of this to say, I know I'm tired and sore. I know that in the end it doesn't really matter if your house is Mochachino or contractor white. A laundry room still is there for the purpose of washing clothes even if it has paintings on the walls. But it was all worth the hard work when a 2 year old says it is pretty. All the effort in driving him to and from doctors is worth it when he says he loves you. All the time spent in the kitchen cooking meals and looking for new ideas while cutting coupons to save money became worth it when he says he loves food. All the time spent trying to bond he and his brother is worth it when he recognizes that Bubba has a great personality. All the work of being a mommy was totally validated tonight when he recognized the things I do for him. My mommy heart smiled and I knew it was all WORTH IT!!!!
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