the bank

i feel that when you are a parent it is the hard days that deposit money into the "parenting bank" i think when you just think you cant do it for another minute - but you do, thats when it really counts.
i think you get extra deposits added in for the sleepless nights, catching puke in your own hands... etc...

here are some ways i earned a few extra bucks this week.
~holding maggie down on the treatment room table while she was getting her blood drawn and cathed for a ua. even though i wanted to cry with her, i just kept singing to her, loving her through it.
~letting her puke bile on my shoulder three times the next morning
~not hauling off and whipping my son for running through the house in dirty cowboy boots. trying to remain calm and tell him that makes mommy very sad, to please remember to take his shoes off outside.
~holding ashton through his enormous tantrum last night, not losing my cool, but talking him through it, even when he was yelling he didnt like me anymore.

i may have lost a couple dollars when i did happen to
~whip the same little boy who ran through the house again in his dirty cowboy boots
~yell at that same boy when he stole his sisters fireworks, tripped his little brother and caused great chaos through an already tired house
~fed my children mcdonalds instead of cooking something more nourishing

as long as i keep breaking even, i will never go broke.