The scars of motherhood

droppedImageI currently have a black eye where Natalie threw her head back into my face while we were “cuddling” in my bed. And then yesterday I got a fat lip when my over-dramatic reading of Quiet and Loud startled Clark enough that he popped me in the mouth with the board book in his other hand.

Both events were followed by lots of “sorry, mommy” and me trying not to be anger-management poster-mom.

I saw that NBC is starting a new reality-competition show called America’s Toughest Jobs. I believe that they’re challenging people to do dangerous occupations like Alaskan crab fishing, trucking, bullfighting, logging, etc. I dare them to come spend a week in my house and see how long they last. In my opinion, you don’t have to do much more than roll out of your own bed (at 5 a.m.) to find America’s toughest job. Ouch.

What’s the biggest hit you’ve taken for motherhood?

(This entry was originally posted August 25, 2008.  I’m trying to recreate my lost archives.)