Do I Look Like a Taxi Service or Pizza Delivery Woman??

“It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.”

- The Golden Girls  picture taken at Cincinnati Art Museum

There are some things one does not discover until it is too late.

After you have children....you can't send them back...and it is alot more work

than one can ever imagine.

So if your thinking about it.....

take my words of advice:

"Don't Do IT!!!"

Seriously, there are lots of rewards about being a parent and the wonder that children teach you. 

This however is not what this post is about.

I have come to believe that being a mother means:

1.  your a bottomless bank who delivers money at whatever the hour or time of day...

yes we drop what we are doing and go to the teller and take

our kids pizza money.

2.  you are a taxi service.  yes they talk to you and answer their phone and texts when

they or their friends need a ride to or from someplace.

3.  you are a delivery service---whatever they need whether clean clothes or a toothbrush

or pizza for their friends means you forget about taking the shower, forget about the dinner your cooking,

forget about going to bed and go take them that thing they forgot...

4.  you walk down the road looking sexy hot and beautiful in your house slippers and ugly bathrobe

because your daughter's devil dog Cecil has escaped the fence once again at five in the morning.

Yes being a mother is lots of thing...

some are fun.

some are not.

My daughter is usually pretty considerate---as long as I do what she says.

My son....My son is my payback for the kind of child I was....yes mom
you said paybacks would come.

Last night after a long day at work preparing performance evaluations and interviewing to fill vacant positions,

I picked up my daughter and tried to find my son.

He was no where to be found.

I tried to text him and call him but there was no answer.

I called Big Daddy who told me that he had a basketball game after school and was supposed to inform me of such.

I dropped my daughter off at home and headed for my distressing workout with my trainer.

Following my workout, I left all hot and sweaty to head to the grocery to pick up items to make a pot of Chili for supper.   I checked my phone.  My son had called.

I returned the call.   "yeah mom, I called earlier, don't need anything.  We are at Moe's, a Mexican restaurant that the teens frequent on Mondays---because it is cheap on Monday's.

I got home from the grocery and asked my sleeping daughter to help carry things into the house...

of course, she was sleeping

so she pretended not to hear me.

Just as I was unloading the groceries, my phone rings:

"Mom, we're done.  Can you pick us up?"

"in a few minutes, let me get the groceries put away"

two more phone calls wondering where I am come before I can leave the house

I arrive at Moe's and there sits my son and his friends all huddled up with a bunch of girls.

I have to wait as he and his three friends (who must be the proverbial "we") head to the car.

One of my son's friends--the last one in the car----

looked at me and said,

"sorry, I had to get a few "weenie warts" before I could get in the car"

(I am the mother who warns them about STD's, HPV, and teen pregnancy so they think it is funny to prod me into another lecture)

on the way to drop them off,

my son's friends begin their usual...

telling me about all the "sex" they were pretending (I hope) to have....

I always try to one up them, so i proceeded to explain in detail the risks and how to prevent teen pregnancy.

They always think it is so funny to get me riled up and on a rant.

I dropped them off at his friends house for the night and on my way there I explicitly say,

"do you need to stop by home for clothes, toothbrush or anything else?"

I asked not once but twice and was blown off.

so I said,

I am going home, taking a shower, fixing supper and once I have my gym clothes off,

I will not go out again....got it!  (famous last words)

I get home, get the Chili going and am just about to take a hot shower when the phone rings.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"cooking"

"Do you have your gym clothes off, yet?"

"not yet, almost."

"Well, i didn't have my wallet at Moe's so I didn't eat supper,

could you bring me something to eat..It could even be a package of Ramen Noodles."

"Why didn't you tell me when I picked you up?" and "why didn't you call us for money"

"I did call" (the missed call when I was working out)

"Why didn't you tell me when I was driving you home?"

"I didn't think about it"

OMG:  Paybacks suck!!!!

so I tuned off the stove,

ran to pick the kids up some pizza

and then

delivered it.

There they sat,

on the front lawn in a swing under at tree..

three boys,

three girls,

fire pit going...

My son runs to the car...

"thanks mom...love you"

Who are those girls there?

Just some girls mom...see you later.

I do love being a mother.

I do love my children.

but

paybacks suck

and

as my

husband would say...

I could have said no like he would have said....I just always remember how

kind my mother was and so I try to follow suit. 

so let me ask you...

is that what a mother looks like

Taxi Cab Driver

Sex Educator

Cook,

Delivery Person

Dog Tracker..

I think they should create a reality TV show about my life......

The Life of a Mother..

the good

the bad

and

the exhausting.

"Mother does it all"

happy Tuesday and hugs to you.