The Dirty Mommy Club

As I near the end of my maternity leave, I have been working furiously on my morning routine.  Soon enough, I will have to have myself and three kids four and under up, dressed, clean, fed, and ready for the world each morning.  Throw in Dirty Daddy's shift work, and I have to fly solo everyday, half the time in stealth mode to let hubby sleep after work. A daunting task to say the least.

I am feeling pretty confident about it all at this point.  For the most part, I can do it in an hour.  Which lays to rest my fear of having to wake at 4 am each day, as this seems to be the time that I drift off for some zzzzz's.

The other morning I was getting each of the kids dressed and coiffed. Ella is always the last to do both as she likes to choose how she will wear her hair each day, thus taking the most amount of time.  Ella chose braids that morning (yet another task I'm working on perfecting).  After two attempts, I finished her hair.  It was probably my best braid to date. Feeling proud, I announced to Ella she was done and gave her a smack on the butt with the brush. Cue feeling not so proud.

Ella burst out into tears, crying that I hurt her butt.  I hugged her and told her I was so sorry.  That I didn't mean to hurt her, and that I had intended to be playful, not hurtful.  Ella continued to sob into my shoulder as I held her and then told me I needed to kiss it better.  'Your butt?' I asked.  'Yes' replied Ella.

So I got down and kissed my little girl's butt.  The tears instantly subsided, and off she skipped to pick which craft we were going to work on.  Just like that, the tears ended.  Which got me to thinking. Was she really skipping off because it didn't hurt anymore, or was it because she got her Mama to bend over and kiss her ass?

And this got me thinking a little more.  This probably won't be the last time I'll be kissing her ass, just to end up watching her walk away smiling.

Cheers Dirties