The joys of motherhood...

This blog has been a long time coming. I just needed to find time to sit down to write it.

It took place a few weeks ago on a Thursday. We usually go to church wide soul winning/visitation that night, but Sophia had woke up from her nap covered in puke, so needless to say, I kept her home. I really needed wipes for Sophia, so I had to pack up all three kids and go to wal-mart, praying that Sophia does not puke while we are out. She did well all through wal-mart, no puking.

Gia and Jerry had free hamburger coupons from what-a-burger, and since we usually eat at church on Thursdays, I had no plans for dinner, so I thought that sounded like a good plan. We ordered our food, and right as we got it, Sophia started puking all over herself. Gia starts freaking out. "It's on my foot, it's on my foot!" calm down, Gia, we will clean it. So, we start the drive home and as we pull in to the drive way and park, I grab my purse and head for the back to assess the damage.

Only one problem, as I got out of the van, my purse caught my skirt, pulled it up a little and as it fell back in place, I feel a rather cold, wet feeling on my knee. "You have got to be kidding me!" Sophia's puke had got on my purse, and was now making itself at home on my knee. Ok, whatever, I got to get the kids in.

I grab Sophia, Gia grabs the food, and we head inside. I sit Sophia in a corner in the kitchen and insist she does not move. I get the Gia and Jerry their food and then give Sophia a bath. Get her dressed, go to the van, remove the car seat, clean the carpet, my purse, etc. Then I sit down to eat, take one bite, and realize, you guessed it, I STILL HAVE PUKE ON MY LEG!!! So what do I do? I finish my dinner. I went that long with it on my leg, I can go another few minutes. YUCK!

After everything calmed down, I was reflecting on the day and was thinking of something quite humerus. If this exact same scenario played out, but you replaced me with JT, the order of events would have been drastically different.

If JT had puke on his bare leg, I know for certain, that nothing else (besides cleaning Sophia) would have got done before his leg got cleaned. Then I just see how different God made woman (wife) and man (husband), and how we each serve a purpose in our lives to balance and compliment each other. I don't think any man would have ate the rest of their dinner knowing there was puke on their leg, but mom's have something different.