The Love Month

I LOVE being a Mother.


Especially at bedtime.

Nothing screams joy like kids whining and pleading to stay up later, sleep with their brothers, or my favourite, "I took a bath...um...uh..I think Saturday."

I LOVE getting them all bathed, all in pajamas, all with their hair dried and teeth brushed and into bed. I especially love when I've plopped down on to the sofa with a warm drink and am joined by Cindy Lou Who (who should've been asleep), "I didn't brush my teeth".

I love that she's right and I leave my spot of respite with remorse.

Last night I LOVED whispering into #2 Son's room, "You have to keep your door closed so that you can get the full effect of your breathing light (like Vick's, only the U.K. version). When I reached the stairs I realized something wasn't right and quietly went back to the boy's room. I felt his bed. All over his bed. No miniature human body ever made contact with my hand.
Just as quietly, I walked down the hallway to the other boys' room, not surprised to find the door shut tight.

I LOVED their expressions when I opened the door to see them all lined up like carnival ducks playing their electronic games.

I LOVED taking those games for the umpteenth time in a few months.

I LOVED finally making my way downstairs for a little alone time, only to find my warm drink was now cold.

It's great having so much LOVE in my life.