tomorrow reedo and i are going up to LA to attend the grammy's.
it's all very fancy.
new dress, nice nails.
staying in a hotel next door to the big theater with a quiet room that doesn't include a little three year old girl sleepwalking in at 3am.
but, for some reason, all i can think of is how i am grateful for my normal, humble life.
shrek band-aids and $9 target "heart shoes"...
freckles and toothless grins biting into rainbow "playdough cookies"....
static-y hair and loud singing and sweet little faces...
when people ask what i "do" and i say "i am a mother", most look at me funny.
i am always guessing what they might be thinking.
some may think, "well so am i, but i ALSO have a job."
some my think. "wow, must be nice to call THAT a job"
some may wish for my life and some may mock it.
i know in my heart that i am right where i should be.
kissing knees and making cookies.
cleaning up under that table several times a day.
cleaning up other people's junk all. day. long.
waiting in drop off and pick up lines 3 times a day.
what a gift and a challenge all wrapped into one.
i am so thankful for the job i have.