I Have Arrived . . .

Yup, it's true.  I'm sure you'll see me on the cover of Vogue soon - my hair windswept (or more accurately sleepswept), all natural (no makeup), walking down the runway (or kitchen tile floor) sporting some sweat pants and a t-shirt, an apron, with a broom and a dustpan in my hands.  Have you caught the vision?

The definition of having arrived is "to have reached a position of power, authority, or prominence," and while I guess you could define motherhood like that, I don't.

What I mean by "arrived" - is that I have finally reached a point in my life where I have to sweep my floor at least 1-2 times a day.  Being a floor sweeper doesn't exactly qualify as a position of prominence in my book, but maybe it's as close as I'll ever get.

Before Kate was mobile, I felt good about myself if I swept the floor once a week.  Now I do it daily for two reasons: 1) Kate is continually knocking (or throwing) stuff off of her high chair onto the floor - it's all I can do to keep up! 2) Kate currently believes that the area under her high chair is a treasure trove - not of rubies and diamonds, but of half-eaten crackers, yogurt melts, and discarded rice.  If I don't sweep daily, I'll pretty much spend my day chasing after Kate, trying to pry stuff (like crusty pieces of day-old grilled cheese sandwich) out of her mouth.   Not my idea of fun.

Ironically, while writing this post I've had to stop her twice.  Guess I'd better go do a quick sweep :)

 For now, it's the broom and dustpan to the rescue!

Any motherhood moments that made you feel that you had truly "arrived" as a mother?