They Call Me Mom

They are 5 and 2...
And they call me Mom.

They fall down and get back up. They do super cool things that they want me to watch (over and over and over). They are thirsty. They need a snack. They have to go to the bathroom every night after they lay down in bed. They play EVERY sport in my living room and knock over only the things that are breakable. They build the coolest train tracks and incorporate road construction into every set up. They put Wet Floor signs in the bathroom EVERY morning when I get out of the shower and they have a stop light in their playroom. They have basketball hoops on every floor and show me replays of every shot they make. They still like Gangnam Style. They think I'm funny...

And they call me Mom.

37 Reasons I Just Can't

My whole body hurt when I got home from work yesterday. Office work - it's not for the weak. It was cold in my cute little office and apparently I sat with my muscles tensed all day long because when I got in my car and blasted the heat and started to thaw, everything started to ache.
I hate getting old.
And being cold.

Anyway, I didn't think that my cold day in the office was going to be anything worth writing about because, well, a cold day in the office is not really something that I thought most people would find to be a compelling read AND I didn't want to seem all whiney and complainy and bratty. "Poor Courtney - sitting in her very own office at her very awesome job feeling very cold and very sorry for herself. Isn't life just very awful." Yeah. I wasn't really looking for sympathy over a chilly office...I just wanted to thaw out and enjoy a family dinner to celebrate my dad's birthday and go home and watch The Blacklist. But instead, the all over tension manifested itself into a massive tension headache and I was on the verge of crossing over to the "scary mommy" version of myself in a hurry.