A mommy moment...

There is a great blog that I often visit that always has Friday Funnies.  Well today I am contributing my own "funny" for you to enjoy. But since I'm a busy mommy, it's a Monday (was too busy Friday) funny instead. :o)

A couple weeks ago I was holding down the fort while everyone else was gone.  Carey & Tarah were out of town, Josh was at school and Greg & Candy had Marriage Encounter.  So I was spending Saturday by myself, with my 3 kids. 
We had enjoyed a great day...Saturday morning pancakes, PJ's 'til noon, reading good books and generally having a quiet day at home. I was feeling pretty good at balancing the needs of my 1 month old, 3 year old and 4 year old.  Or so I thought...

A little after lunch, I was sitting in the recliner feeding Amelia.  Ella & Levi were hanging out on the couch and Ella was playing with a "pet rock" that her pappy had found on a walk.  She proceeded to put the dirty thing in her mouth (why? I have no idea.) 
This action was quickly followed by a firm reminder that we do not put such things in our mouth (cue the mother line: you might choke on it, it's dirty, we don't do things like that, etc...).  To which she replied, "okay mom". 
I calmly returned my attention to Amelia and her quiet nursing. Crisis averted, I concluded.
But out of the corner of my eye I notice Ella burying her head in the pillow of the couch, her hands conspicuously close to her mouth. Sure enough, she was putting the rock in her mouth...again.
Only this time she was trying to "hide" it from me...hmmmm.  (what exactly goes through childrens' minds when they do things like this?) 
It gets worse.
When I asked her if she was putting the rock in her mouth, she calmly said "no". 
Yikes.  That is not the best choice my daughter has made.
I quickly told her to come to me and the precious rock was confiscated.  This prompted a fountain of tears...but not of remorse, only deep sadness that her new favorite thing was taken from her.  Thus we were having quite the heart to heart regarding her lack of obedience, her attempt to hide it and then her lie to cover it up. It was deep.

Due to the fountain of tears and my inability to get up, because of the nursing child in my lap, I ask Levi to go across the room and get a couple kleenex for his sister. He heads that way while I return my attention to Ella and the huge heart issues at hand. 
But he never makes it. He bursts into tears there by the tissue box. (I'm still not sure why.) I look up at him in disbelief, for his cries have now overpowered his sister.  

There he stands on the hardwood floor (thank goodness...) in his little underwear...peeing his pants.  He has never done this. He is crying, "It's coming mommy, I can't stop it".  
And as I think how hard this situation is going to be to resolve...son with huge puddle on the floor and daughter who just disobeyed, lied and doesn't seem to care that she did...Amelia promptly throws up ALL over me and herself.  We aren't talking "spits up", we are talking the real thing. 

Thankfully, my first reaction was to start laughing.  What can you do? At that point I was sure a meteor was going to fall from the sky. I was thinking...this can't get any worse?!?
And it didn't. Thank goodness.


I told Ella to sit on the couch so we could continue our heart to heart in a second.  She continues bawling.  I pick up Amelia and hold her in one arm while I go to Levi with a baby wipe, do a quick once over on his little wet legs, pull off his soaked undies and send him to his room to find a new pair.  I quickly lay paper towels over his mess and then go to Amelia's room for new clothes for her, then a shirt change for me. I come back into the living room to my crying Ella, where we proceed to have one of the best conversations in a discipline situation, ever.  Remorse, forgiveness, understanding. I was a thankful momma. 
Hugs, tears and then smiles followed. And I returned to Levi's location to spray down the floor and disinfect the entire area. Meanwhile, Amelia lay happily on the carpet!

Whew. Just a normal mommy moment...the kind that memories are made of.  Hope it made you laugh!
I am sure many of you have similar stories...I'd love to hear them!