More Good

This weekend...what can I say?

It was one of those weekends where I can believe that I do more good for and with my children than bad.

It was one of those weekends where I was frantic for about four hours and the rest of the weekend was fabulous.

Yes, I snapped a few times, as I picked up ONE MORE empty go-gurt tube and said to Alyssa, "Why is this one the floor? You KNOW where it goes."

And she puts her head down and says, "I forgot."

And I don't buy the bowed head thing. She didn't forget, she was just busy and didn't want to take the ten steps from in front of the tv to the garbage.

But those moments were fleeting.

There were moments that were so much better. I hope they were also so much more memorable.

Sure, there was laundry and sweeping, and trash emptying and dishwashing.

But between those chores?

There was dancing around the kitchen as we anticipated a week with just two days of work/school and FIVE days off, five days of us together.

There were games of Go Fish and Barbies.

There was hair. Oh, wow...the hair.

There were baths and toys and Moon Sand and Aqua Sand. Holy cow, the sand!

There was Play Doh and a Little People house with stairs. There were dress up clothes with gloves and slippers and nighties with fur trim on the hem.

And there was singing even as I folded the towels.

There was much laughter as Alyssa declared once again, "Mommy? You're a dork."

I like being a dork.

I like making my girls laugh and letting them know that I can be sillly even as I'm emptying the dishwasher.

And I hope and pray that these memories, the good ones, are the ones that stand out in their heads over the ones where I scold and snap about empty go-gurt tubes.

I hope there is more good than bad. Weekends like this one let me believe that's true. I'll take more please. More and more and more good.