Being a Mom

I had this big long post ready with complaints about motherhood and a few light hearted stories in to give the reader something to chuckle about...but then I decided to just say this:

Being a mom can drive a woman crazy. But then there are times when it's the best thing this woman has ever done.
Laughing with Hazel makes me so happy.

Ode to Amy

The hardest part of visiting with Scott and Amy is not the first day there…it is not even the day I come home. The hardest part is always, always the third day home. By the third day I start thinking about funny events I could share with Amy. I remember songs…that song…that high pitched wooing…sleepless...that song that I bought off stinking iTunes today. I start thinking about how Amy will laugh that infectious laugh of hers when she hears that I spent money on that song.
I begin wishing that instead of sitting on my couch alone watching bad TV that I was maybe sitting on the couch that she designed watching bad TV with her…listening to her scoff at the judges decisions…Dancing With the Stars was never as good as it was when I watched it with her. Watching TV together knowing that one of our lovely daughters will eventually emerge from their beds requesting a kiss or a drink or an announcement that they've peed on the ground rather than the toilet...you know, the usual. Just having that other body there to experience the frustration of motherhood throughout the day makes it so much better.
Oh how I wish we lived closer...an not in a place where the temps reach 101!

UPDATE:
DEAR AMY HAS INFORMED ME THAT IT IS NOT "DANCING WITH THE STARS". THE SHOW IS ACTUALLY CALLED "SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE". AND YES, I WATCHED IT LAST NIGHT!