Am I a bad mom - 1st installment

I like the idea of this post so much that I am giving it its own label with plans to give it a recurring slot.

Am I a bad mom because my favorite part of the day is the second that silence overwhelms our house meaning that both girls have fallen asleep?

Am I a bad mom because it's 1:00pm and both of my kids are still in pajamas?

Am I a bad mom because today I cleaned the playroom and then refused to let the girls play in it because I wanted it to stay clean for more than 10 minutes?

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely cherish these girls but their early bedtime provides an opportunity for me to be independent for a few hours even if I find myself collapsing on the couch from exhaustion. I wouldn't have it any other way. Nate and I might be tired after putting the girls to bed but we still find ourselves smiling and retelling stories of their daily exploits.

The girls love their pajamas, but maybe I should be getting them dressed at a more appropriate time.

The playroom was disastrous. One toddler can do significant damage, but two can unleash something completely unholy. I resisted the urge to restrain them while cleaning and let them wander the upstairs while I separated, paper, puzzles, legos, play food, chalk, markers, crayons, and pads (from last week's incident). I thought if I worked twice as fast as they destroyed I could make some headway. I was actually able to accomplish this when they were temporarily distracted by the keyboard. However, once they walked into their newly cleaned playroom a switch flipped in their brains and they knew what they had to do - DESTROY. I took immediate action and carried them downstairs to distract them from their mission.

And now for some Violet quotes:

Lunch today was leftovers. Anara really enjoyed spaghetti last night so I decided to give her the remainder of the spaghetti and Violet had to suffer through leftover macaroni and cheese. Violet finished and had about 6 pieces of pasta on her tray. I asked her to finish them and she declined so I got her out of her chair and she went off to play. Anara spotted the macaroni and asked for "Deese" so I put them on a fork and gave the bite to Anara. Violet saw this and mourned the loss of these 6 macaronis for the next 45 minutes. Here are some of the things she said during this time... "I am going to pray to God to give me back the macaroni and cheese that Anara swallowed. Mama, I just really wish that I could eat that macaroni you gave Anara. I need to eat some more breakfast because I didn't get to eat that macaroni and cheese that Anara ate. God, please let Anara to give me back that macaroni and cheese that she ate and help Mama not to lose her patience."

"Mama, how's it going?" Me: "Good Violet, how is it going for you?" Violet: "Cool"

"Does Uncle Joel want me to sleep? Okay then, I will."

"Ummm.... chocolatey"

"Dear Jesus, Please help my bottom to get better and forgive me for not telling Daddy the truth." This was not after being spanked. She was praying about her diaper rash and the telling the truth part was totally random.

"I watch too much TV don't I? Then can I just play the computer?"

"Is Baby Jesus up in Heaven too? Does Jesus have a beard? Maybe when I get big I will like beards, or maybe He can just shave it like Daddy shaves his whiskers."