Story of my life

What a weekend!!
Looking back over the last couple of days, I cannot help but wonder how in the world I survived. It was my weekend to work, although, it seems to be my weekend to work more than it isn't, but thats another story. So I spent the last two days with most of my waking hours being run ragged in the world of retail. Mind you, I did get massive amounts of work done, but that also means when I finally did get to sit down my whole body was tingling from exhaustion and I just wanted to curl up and sleep. My children, of course, were so full of energy and thrilled to see me. They had all kinds of things to fill me in on. Isaiah finished his family homework assignment, which was a picture of what magic looked like to him. (keep in mind, Isaiah was heart broken when I left for work this morning because he wanted to finish the project with me & wasn't sure what to draw. In my rush, I asked him what comes to mind when he thinks of magic & he said a bunny in a hat. Simple enough, I said, take a black paper, cut out a top hat, white cotton balls for the bunny and little strips of colorful paper for the sparks when the magic happens) I smiled to myself as I admired the wonderful depiction of the bunny in the hat, done exactly as I had suggested. I had gotten to help him from afar.
Dominique wanted to tell me all about what he was going to invent when he grows up....I can't quite remember what it was, but I know it required him making his own wires and involved a robot of sorts. Future inventions are a common topic in my house at the moment. Isaiah and Dominique play off each others ideas, and today was no different. As Dominique started the description, Isaiah would add to it and get more excited as the idea became bigger and bigger. I thought to myself, as this very lengthy description was going on, that I might very well be raising the next wright brothers.
Then came Vincey...my amazing littlest man....he is the strong silent type. Vincey is beginning to use his words.....very very slowly...but well on his way. I called for him & told him mommy needed a kiss. He came running over to me with puckered lips I knelt down to get my kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, he looked at me, smiled & shook his head no. I asked 'no?! did mommy just get rejected?' Another smile and a quick shake of his head, up and down while clapping. Little booger, finally figured out how to say yes & used it correctly, I think I would have liked it better if he wasn't confirming his mother's rejection with applause!
I missed a lot this weekend. I spent more of my waking hours at work than with my boys....I got a lot of work done, ran myself ragged, and tomorrow it will be unappreciated. But the moment I came through the door, my family appreciated my presence. The feeling that all was right now that mommy was home. The happiness. The laughter. The rejected kisses. The bedtime prayers and little arms strangling me as they avoided that final goodnight before the lights went out. Its these moments that I am truly myself. Tonight....my heart smiled big.