A Queen for a Day

Before I had children, I was always curious about how it feels to be outnumbered in the family. Does a mom of boys mind having no one to shoe-shop with? Voluntarily, that is. Does a dad of girls is okay watching a football game by himself? According to one father of four daughters, being the only man in the house feels like being a king. Naturally, I assumed that being the only woman in the house, I would feel like a queen. It sounded quite appealing. Now that my wish came true and I am a mom of two boys and wife of one husband, I am not so sure about the whole royal deal after all.

I’m not saying that it feels bad to be surrounded by two boys and one man. They can be quite charming, you know.  But I feel far from a queen when I have to clean the toilet, virtually daily, because my aim of keeping the bathroom tidy does not overlap with their aim. Or when I’m whipping three different batches of pancakes for my always hungry crew and my five-year-old throws “Mommy, what’s taking you so long?” to the batter. Certainly not royal when looking like a zombie after a rough night I consider attaching myself to the IV coffee drip, just to keep up with my son’s wild supplies of energy.  And not a queen when trying to communicate with my possessed by a video game trio and it feels like talking to a wall.  A queen should not repeat herself, right? Neither should she keep finding dirty socks, boogers and old chewing gum in the least expected spots or listen to burping contests.

But guess what? I might be a caterer and event-planner for my boys on a daily basis, but there is one day when I am a queen no matter what. That day is Mother’s Day.  This Sunday I’m going to wear a crown from dawn to dusk and expect nothing less than hand-made cards and home-made breakfast. Not only because I really like such things, but also because I know that my hubby would rather buy me a Hallmark store and take me out to dinner instead of playing with scissors and spatulas. LOL.