Mama kisses

Today was spent stressing about

things

that I probably shouldn't let get to me.

I know it

will

all work out, the way that its

suppose

to be.

Head buried down in

work,

crunching numbers and

burning

laptop key rubber,

trying to make

deadlines -

don't want to be worrying about this when

Sin City

welcomes us with open arms next week.

I just want a

few days,

a few moments,

with my boys.

Stress monsters be damned.

And I'm not sure how many Popsicles I

absent-minded

handed off to him today.

Or how many hours of

television I've let him watch.

Cringe

Or who was screaming first,

the dog or the kid,

and over what.

Or where that pen in his hand came from.

Forget the fact he

fell asleep

on the couch

waiting for you today.

Crap

You're not a bad mom, you're not a bad mom, you're not a bad mom.

And when my brain is going over the

millions

of things I need to get done,

and what I need to pack,

and buy,

and finish before Sunday hits ...

when I'm feeling

guilty and bad

about having to push him to the side a little

today -

He comes up,

seeking me out

to give some

"Mama kisses."

A quick

fix

to all.

Even for the Mama.

Sigh - maybe he won't need therapy after all. Let it go Steph.

Now if Mama kisses could finish my budget.

Vegas, I have you in my sights.