Seriously?

I just read a friend's blog that prompted me to steal her blog subject and use it as my own. Her question that she put out there was,"So what's the hardest part to you, of being a woman?" If you are a man, you may want to quit reading now. If you are a woman, join me! Let's see...where should we start? With child birth? Or maybe pregnancy? Which part of pregnancy? The weight gain? Or the morning sickness (some man coined the phrase "Morning sickness"...we know it's 24/7)? Remembering everyones birth dates, birth weights, social security numbers, shoe sizes, and food preferences (NewsFlash: Burger King now has a Kraft mac and cheese kids meal...thank you,God)? The never-ending carpool lines (while you're sitting on empty and have been all day)?
Or is it the constant interruptions "Mom, come wipe me. Mom. I didn't get any apple juice. Mom, can you come pour me some milk? Mom, you forgot to tuck me in. Mom, can you put my hair in a pony tail? Mom, where are my soccer cleats? I can't find my tennis shoes. Mom, we didn't read for 30 minutes. Mom, you forgot to test me on my spelling words. Mom, don't forget you said you'd help with the ice cream party at school tomorrow. Mom, can we go buy me some new jeans - these are too tight."

Okay I'll calm down. I just got a little carried away.

Or is it the gutt-wrenching conversations you have to have with your 8 year old little girl about why so-and-so was mean today. And you tell them that the first thing we're going to do is forgive them. Then we're going to pray for them. Then we're going to do something nice for them. How can I expect my eight year old to do this when I can't do it myself? I can't tell her that what I really want to do is call her momma right now and tell her to beat her little girl for making mine cry!

Or is it the NEVER-Ending cycle of laundry, making beds, cleaning bathrooms, and cooking dinner?! And I mean NEVER ENDING!

Or is is that you ask your 4 year old for just one bite of her Reese's peanut butter cup and she puts the whole thing in her mouth and you think to yourself,"Well never mind that I've cooked you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, wiped your bottom twice today, brushed your teeth, made your bed, kissed your boo-boo, and washed your hair."? I just wanted a little bite of that chocolate and you get teary-eyed just thinking about how great that would have tasted.

Or is it that you have to hide in your closet to eat your OWN Reese's peanut butter cup so that you won't have to share?

Or is it just the task of remembering every little thing for every little body in your family?
AA asked me today when her next dentist appointment was. I just looked at her and said, "The day after they give me the reminder call." Same way for my hair cut appointment. And any other appointment. If I don't get a reminder call, I don't even feel guilty for being a "no-show". Which also reminds me, I can't get my hair cut at "Envision" because I was a "no-show" twice in a row, and as my friend told me, "Delana doesn't do no-shows." uh-oh!

Or is it simply not losing the mail on your way from the mailbox to the kitchen? I recently vowed to not check the mail anymore. Well let me clarify - I do check the mail. I get mine out and leave M's in the mailbox. You can't imagine the number of fights this has saved us. He could not understand how I could lose the mail on the way from the mailbox to the front door. He'd come home every day and ask,"Did you check the mail?" I honestly had no idea. "I don't know if I did or not", I'd reply. "Okay, well if you did (check it) where would it be?" , he 'd ask. "I have no idea. It might be in the car still... if I checked it while I was in the car.", I would reply. So my solution...he can check his own mail. It really works for us. I'm all about whatever it takes to make it work.

So I'm curious...what do you think is the hardest part of being a woman?

Thanking God today for giving me the hardest and the most amazing job in the world...mommy duty! I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.