The Mommy

There are Oscars, Tonys and Emmys but no award for that which occupies most of my time. So, I am inventing my own award, The Mommy. Each winner will receive a gold plated statuette of a woman with sagging boobs and bed head, holding a sippy cup in one hand and the hand of a sullen child in the other while a toddler lies at her feet in full tantrum. The bottom of the statuette will read: "The Mommy, because sometimes memories and love just aren't enough". I will never win an Oscar but I just might have a chance at a Mommy, especially if I'm the one giving them out. I submit the following performance for consideration:

While preparing for my mother to visit, we spent two days pruning our very unruly lilac bushes, weeding our unbelievably weedy vegetable garden and deep cleaning our home with our children underfoot the entire time. The children demanded meals and attention and FUN and to be part of every single conversation and task that we undertook. We then welcomed visitors from out of town, hosted a big 4th of July/Birthday Bash, spent time at the Mall of America - twice, visited the Minnesota Zoo, battled ants in our pantry, had a movie night for the petulent birthday boy and spent 3 1/2 hours with 4 six year old boys and lived to tell the tale. All of this was accomplished on what felt like moments of sleep each night because our youngest decided that screaming was more fun than sleeping and because Minnesota is the new Arizona and we have no air conditioning. This all occurred in the past 7 days.

I'm ready for my close-up... and a gin and tonic.