OK, so I don't know if all you mama's out there do this, but I do, and have done so for all the kids. When I go in to check on them before I go to bed, one of them, invariably the baby, wakes up. Instead of just quietly leaving, or saying goodnight, I either freeze in my steps like I've been caught shoplifting or I hit the floor like I'm under machine gun fire. WHY do I do this? I'm not exactly sure. Perhaps it's the hope/prayer that whomever it is that woke, won't really see me or know that I'm there, perhaps I am feeling guilty for checking on them yet again.
Last night, while checking on Ivy she woke up briefly. She has had a hard time of late going to bed, so when she went down last night without fuss, I was excited. I went in, she woke up, and I hit the floor like someone had shouted "INCOMING". As I sat there on my hands and knees contemplating how to get out the door without her waking up further (and hoping Josh didn't walk by and see me) I realized how ridiculous I looked. Now, keep in mind, I don't have a lot of pride left, so looking ridiculous is nothing new. So I started giggling. Everyone picture it! It's 10pm, I'm in running clothes and still stinky, on my hands and knees in a dark bedroom, hoping my nearly 9 month old baby doesn't spot me AND laughing about it! Nice:)
The only thing I could think about, was that this would be a great poster for abstinence! Who would ever dream that motherhood could be and would be reduced to crawling around on the carpet of a baby's room in their running clothes hoping against all hope that no one would ever see them?
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