By Sunday evening I was over it. When The Gorilla asked why I was grumpy, I said something about the sheer amount of quality time we'd spent together. Weekends are usually reserved for family, but with last week's houseguests then a tummy bug, there had been a lot of hours of being in the house all together. I was itching for some time to myself, without interruptions, without chubby arms reaching upward.
So I left the house in a hurry - late, but wearing lipstick - and sped through Hollywood for the last showing of Expressing Motherhood. I took the glass of wine offered, sank into the theater seat, and I was tearing up before the show even started. The cast bios alone got me. Have I mentioned I was a little on edge?
I was there to support two friends who were performing, but the power of a group of women expressing their, uh, motherhood, hit me in the right spot. Some of the pieces were funny, some were heart-wrenching, but all were true.
It was all I needed to knock the ungratefulness right out of me. I was thankful for the escape, impressed by the performance, and, when it was over, ready to go home to (sleeping) babies.
I realized that the last several weeks of Mommy Mondays have been a bit heavy. So for levity, here are pictures of the kids! Because as serious as parenting is in theory, it's a lot more silly in reality.
The silly is the best part.