Insulting Moments

I have had several moments lately where things have not gone my way. Nothing big. Nothing to dwell on.One of my children has a flag on the end of their bike. The manufacturer thought it would be a good idea for safty reasons, and it is. However why it is mobile is beyond me. Perhaps so it won't break? All I know is, I was innocently walking around the block with the children the other day as they rode their bikes, and his flag was swinging left and right as he shifted his weight while pedaling. The darn thing got up so much momentum that as he passed me it "bitch slapped" me right accross the face! It happened so fast I was shocked, it was like the mistery man had done it as I saw a flash of orange and then peered around in confusion to figure out what had just happened.

One time I stepped on a lego that was on the stairs. Our stairs are wood. That was the opposite time distortion thought. It took forever to fall down those steps in slow motion. Ouch, ouch , ouch, ouch.just get it over with already. I remember getting up and looking at that lego in disgust. I was so insulted. You! Speak! Lead me to your owner, who left you here?! Someone must be plotting my doom.
I'm pretty sure there have been many lego's conspiring against me. This was not the first time and I'm sure not the last. I am pretty sure they are in allience with the matchbox cars too.

I have noticed though, with my oldest daughter that we have moved from legos and foot punctuing barbie shoes, to nicely created boobie traps. Children aren't slobs. They creat a precise mess to keep us out. Face planting on the bedroom floor because the earphones tried to strange you ankle while the the plaid converse tried to mob your foot and wire hanger repeatedly stabbed you in the sole, is enough to keep you from entering that room again. AND that is why she has no clean clothes! I would never subject myself to another ambush of that sort.

But in years to come, These insulting moments are sure to fade. My house will be clean and so will the room my daughter once slept in. They children toys conspiring against me will be long gone and their won't be any earphones strangling my ankles.
As much as I want that so badly. The only way it will happen is for my children to all grow up and move on and out. That makes me sad. So for now I will just accept these as my moments as a mother. Sometimes painful and insulting, but brought by my awsome children whom I would never trade for a second!