Joyous Moment

I had it all planned. I was going to think of my own topic to blog about today. I thought maybe I could write about the weather but am sure you re all sick of me whining about it. Then I thought I could talk about my slobby children but I am sure most of the moms out there
want a bit of an escape when they have their few minutes on the computer rather than reading about children similar to theirs. Then I thought, gee, why don't I check out MamaKat's blog and I found some writing prompts.


Other than the birth of a child or your wedding, write about a joyous moment.
There are so many in my wonderful, perfect always joyous life. Like the time I got my hair cut and actually LOVED it. Or the time that I stepped on the scale and hadn't gained any weight. Or the time that I got an A on a math test (which didn't happen very often because I sucked at math) or even the time that there was a snow day and I didn't have to write an exam. Oh yeah, a close second is when Rowdy overdosed on cough syrup and after drinking charcoal, the emergency room doctors said he would be fine.

But really, when I think of my most joyous moment it goes right along with the most terrifying moment of my life. I was brave and took the kids to this place. I met up with a friend who brought her three rugrats and we spent the day. It was going to be fun. I was such a great mother for planning a fun day and my kids would thank me for the rest of their lives. So fast forward past the busy crowds and having our wagon stolen while we waited to go on a ride. I can deal with that even though I secretly searched wagons for the rest of the day as we made our way through the park.

Taking them on rides, spending a fortune on lunch and keeping a smile on my face as they whined because they were tired from walking (because we no longer had a wagon....but no...I am not bitter) wasn't enough. We went to the water park. Best Mom in the World Award goes to me thank you very much. They played on the climbing area and I had one eye on one kid, another eye on the other and waved to my friend as she watched her three kids.

What fabulous mothers we are. I bet all of those other frantic moms are looking at us wishing they were us because we were so calm, cool and collected...with smiles on our faces.




Time for the wave pool kids! Woohoo!

"Mom, can I have a snack?" asked Messy (first born)

So I went into my specially prepared backpack full of snacks and first aid equipment and pulled out a healthy cereal bar and sugar free juice box (yeah right). Total amount of time it took to retrieve items....less than 5 seconds.

I looked up. Scanned the wave pool. No Rowdy (middle child).

I calmly asked my friend if she could see him.........she couldn't.

I called his name. I yelled his name angrily to let him know I was serious. I screamed his name frantically like those panicked mothers you hear about.

No Rowdy.

I immediately told the lifeguard. Lifeguard=teenager more concerned about getting his tan and meeting chicks than actually doing lifeguard work. He walked around "pretending" to search.

We searched the length of the wave pool because really, in 5 seconds how could he have gotten anywhere else? He was 3.....

My angel friend went back to the play structure and there he was wandering. When she called his name she scared the heck out of him and he freaked out crying.

Best moment of my life was seeing her walk towards me with my baby boy in her arms.

I think I will put my "Best Mom in the World Award" right next to my Prozac.