I Dream of Mommy

Each day I find myself wearing many different hats in the process of being a mommy. I am the chef, the housekeeper, the chauffeur, the laundress, the nutritionist, the day care operator, the diaper changer, the disciplinarian, the playmate, the teacher... and the list goes on.

Though I do not relish some of these tasks, so far I have not been asked to do any of these things to the point that I would consider it above and beyond my call of duty as a mother. But then again, my oldest is only two! So I am sure I have many years of unreasonable demands yet to come.

The thing that drives me crazy right now is that Jonah thinks that he can just tell me what he wants, and I will automatically make it happen. As though I was put on this earth merely to gratify his every little desire. It makes me want to say:

I'm your Mommy, not your all-powerful,
wish-granting genie!

(I'm a smokin' hot genie, no?)

I think in his little brain the dialog would go something like this:

Jonah: I want to watch a movie.
Mommy: Your wish is my command!

Jonah: I want some candy.
Mommy: Of course! What kind would you like?

Jonah: I don't want to go to bed.
Mommy: Of course not. Let's eat candy and watch a movie instead!

Um.... Dream on Buddy! In case you haven't noticed, I am the one in charge here! I am your Mommy and that means that I get to decide what's best for you.

Just because you want something, doesn't mean you will get it. That's life, son.