Children and corn.

9:59 PM

Not to be confused with 'Children of the Corn', although today was nearly as horrific. 

   Now I know in the past I have gotten rather poetic about the raptures of motherhood, but this post will just not be one of those.  Even just yesterday I was taking pictures of my dear sweet Charlotte (3 months old! Eek!) and trying to grasp how she is growing so fast and wrestling with how that made me feel....and today I found myself exasperated with her, fighting back my own tears as she let hers freely flow for the better part of oh, I don't know, the ENTIRE AFTERNOON. 

   And as if that wasn't enough, (which I assure you, it certainly was)  I was up to my elbows in corn.  Sticky, sweet, slimy corn.  200 whole, stinkin' ears of it.

   There's the toddler whining because she needs her lunch, the baby crying because she needs to be nursed, and the corn was something out of a Dr. Suess book, what with the whole, "It was low, it was high, and it kept getting in my eye.  It was here, it was there, it was even in my hair!  You could find it on the table, you could find it on the floor.  You could find it all day long and in the night there'd be some more!"  O.k. I'll stop now.     Those, my friends, are the moments when you look around you and the only thing you can think of is, "So, exactly what sort of coma and/or trance was I in when we decided to first of all, reproduce, and secondly, freeze all of this corn??!!"  

   But then, at the day's end, after you've washed up the dishes and worked out and showered....the girls are tucked into bed and the corn is tucked into the freezer, and the house is quiet, and you feel your sanity returning as you get a chance to blog and think, "Oh, I guess I do love 'em after all."  But hoo-boy in those moments....let's just say the world would have gotten a close-up of a class A specimen of the "frazzled mom" if they would have had a peek into my house today. 

   I'm happy to report we made it through with minimal collateral damage.   I didn't throw any bowls of corn at the wall, Fed-ex any babies to Grandma, and was only snippy to my husband a few times.  So we all survived.  (Right honey, right?)  I'm just glad it's over.  And will think twice, or seven times, about doing that again.




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  1. My 5 children are all older now (20,19,15,13,9) but I have a memory of when Baby #4 was about 3 months old and I was trying to can pears (and I don't even like pears!). She cried and didn't want to be anywhere but attached to me. I was at my wit's end and I gave in and called my mother-in-law. What could've been a sour memory has instead turned sweet in my mind. Hang in there!

    1. I think that would just solve so many problems if we just called Mom/mom-in-law more often.:) Thanks for the encouragement!

  2. Oh my goodness, LAUGHING OUT LOUD here! Because I can so relate! Type A personality mom thinks she can tackle anything... or so I think. Or thought. :) Having a couple kids sometimes changes what I think is my ability level!

    I like both the waxing poetic about motherhood and this frazzled mom scenario. I can relate perfectly to both. :)

    And did anyone ever tell you? You are THE most adorable mom ever. Ever.

    1. You are TOO much. Thank you for your words of kindness that just blow me away! it means a lot. And why is it we think we can do anything? Oh well, keeps life interesting. :)

  3. Hang in there Shelley. It gets easier. Charlie looks perfectly happy watching you do corn, whats all the fuss. Love Mom

    1. She was only happy during the moment that picture was taken. :p Wish you could have been there, Mom. Love and miss you.


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