Perhaps I could blog about something other than my children, but they give me so much material.
It was just Matthew and me in the van yesterday and he says to me out of nowhere (seriously, where do these thoughts come from?)
Matthew: "Why did you not give me breakfast and lunch on a tray?"
Alicia: "What are you talking about?"
Matthew: "When I was sick, why didn't you bring me my food on a tray so that I could eat in bed and then I wouldn't even have to get out of bed?"
Do you really want to know what I said. Well, I'm going to tell you...this is what I said, "When does mommy get her food served to her on a tray?"
I know that it's not all about me and I should have a servant's heart, but really, what is he thinking? I don't know where he even came up with this idea. I told Derek when I got home that obviously we have reared children (as PT would say, you rear children and raise chickens)...Back to the subject at hand, we have children who expect to be served every moment of the day.
When Derek and I were first married I was finishing college and he was working his full time job at EDS. He called one day to ask if I'd run a couple of errands for him (pick up the dry cleaning, pay the cable bill, etc.) I flat out told him on the phone "You know, I'm not your servant girl!" What was I thinking? Not a great way to start off a marriage, although I don't know if he's ever asked since then for me to run an errand for him.
I had to resist the urge to tell Matthew "I am not your servant girl." Even though, I feel like that many days. There's always something to be done, but so is the life of a mother.
Here's a picture of my man and my sweet boy!


