The Very Cranky Mama – a True story.
In the light of the moon, a mama lay on her pillow.
All was quiet until -pop!- her eyes opened and out of bed crawled a tired and very cranky mama.
She started to worry.
At 4am She realised she had forgotten to be the tooth fairy for the third night in a row. And she was cranky.
At 4:03am she got caught trying to be the tooth fairy and was told by her daughter that her Hubs had already paid for the tooth directly and while it was appreciated, her effort was very much unnecessary. She went back to bed but was still cranky.
At 5:07am, unable to sleep, she got out of bed to read her book on the cold couch and she was still cranky.
At 6:59am, just as she was finally falling back to sleep, her Hubs’ alarm went off and she was still cranky.
At 8:34am She yelled at her child for the final time to stop watching tv, brush her hair and go to school right now or be late for sure! And she was still cranky.
At 8:47am, she shouted for her twins to Stop jumping on the bed and Please Please Please! Put on some underwear! And she was still cranky.
At 9:27am, after dropping off her boys she rushed to the bank and madly rang the doorbell hoping they would open the door 3 minutes early because it was her very last chance to drop off a clothing donation she had meant to deliver 60 days ago and she was still cranky.
At 9:34am she burst into tears when “This Little Light of Mine” played in the van and it occurred to her how completely unable she felt to let any of her own light shine and furthermore she could think of plenty of things to stick in places where her light didn’t…and she was still cranky.
At 9:37am, she arrived late to the park, hurriedly waxed her skis and raced off, wondering why she couldn’t just get it together and how noticeably less fit she is than last year and what happened to progress and why can she still not just be on time for anything?!?! That day she was keenly aware of all her faults and inadequacies and unmet expectations.
Then before she knew it, the birds were singing, the tracks were clean, the snow was soft and her cheeks were pink. She had a very good ski and after that she felt much better.
Now she wasn’t cranky anymore. She picked up her boys. They wrapped their arms around her neck and told her she was “the best!” She stayed in that hug a long time.
The slowly, the sides of her mouth pushed their way up and….
She was a happy Mama- the best kind of Mama there is.
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