Everything Is Coming Up Apples and Oranges


Why can’t I get a little praise and gratitude over here? I mean, come on, I think I deserve a little recognition…just a little. I’ll take a corner, a crumb, or even a small dot the size of an ant if that’s all that’s available. Just give me something.

But noooo! When my hubby aka Daddy is around, I gets no love. Nothing! Nada! Zilch! My kids, I believe, see right through me when in the presence of the almighty Da Da. Yes,

The green-eyed monster

it’s hard to believe a seven- and five-year-old would be so cruel, but it’s true.

I wash their clothes, feed their bellies, kiss their boo-boos, clean their messes…AND I’m talking messes from every orifice, if you know what I mean. Boy, the stories I could you tell about some of those, but that could be a whole other blog post in itself. I make my daughter’s hair look pretty with barrettes and beads and I let my son get away with eating only one green bean instead of the ten that he has on his plate. Me…the mommy…I do that.  I’m the one who carried my oldest in my womb for forty-one weeks and the youngest for thirty-nine, before undergoing C-sections in order for both of them to enter this world. All while Daddy stood by looking horrified. Yeah, me…the mommy…I did that.

None of that counts when my hubby is around. He gets all the attention. All I hear is “Daddy this” and “Daddy that”. It can be quite nauseating.

I try not to let it get to me because my husband works 3pm to midnight Sunday through Thursday, which means the kids don’t get to see him in the evenings at all. They pretty much see him for an hour in the mornings before they go to school, Friday evenings, all day Saturday and Sunday mornings to early afternoon before he’s off to work again. So their Daddy-time is limited.

So now I feel like a heel for even bringing it up. For, you know…hatin’. Ok, forget that! I’m still hatin’!

Then last night my daughter showed me a picture that she made in art. It was so

My daughter’s work of art…a little wrinkled and folded from her backpack. The apples and oranges tree is to the far right.

cute. She sat down and told me all about the picture…the house, the sun, the grass and the apples and oranges tree. Yes, don’t laugh…I know apples and oranges don’t grow on the same tree, but, hey, it was her vision. When she was done, she told me that the picture was for me! OMG!! I nearly cried.

The infamous apples and oranges tree

A few minutes later, when it was time for bed, I told my son that I loved him…no biggie…it’s something I do all of the time. But for some reason, instead of my son mumbling and groaning about how he didn’t want to go to bed, he actually ran

over, wrapped his arms around me and told me that he loved me too!! Then he got into his bed without any protest. Wow! I actually peeked out the window to see if there was a full moon!

So while Big Daddy Almighty may seem to get the

The full moon

red carpet rolled out for him constantly, I guess that I actually have a few moments of my own too. No red carpet needed, in my case though. Just a small dot the size of an ant…because those dots are often filled with just enough to make me happy.

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15 thoughts on “Everything Is Coming Up Apples and Oranges

  1. I have yet to experience either or. My son is only six months. Great post!

  2. Hey, off topic. Are you ever going to move your writing blog to WP or keeping it on Blogger?

    • Well, I’ve thought about it…though I haven’t posted on there in a while. (I do have something in the works to share soon!) I have quite a few followers on there and would feel like I abandoned them. LOL! My cousin suggested I buy my own domain and have both blogs interface (I think that’s the word he used????) under that. It sounds like a great idea, but since I’m not technically savvy, it’s on the “back burner” for now. You have your own domain, right?

  3. Awesome post!

    I love stories with happy endings. 8)

  4. Ruth

    It’s the little things that make all the difference. That was wonderful and inspiring. I didn’t really understand and love my mother until I was grown – then I couldn’t do enough for her.

    • Ruth, I feel the same way. My mom and I are so close now…so much more than when I was younger. I just used to get mad about stupid stuff because I was young and dumb and didn’t have the sense to know better.

      So right now, I take what I can get from my kids!

  5. Tashelle

    Wonderfully written Melissa! You have a wonderful gift!

  6. Shelton aka "Daddy"

    I’m their best until I discipline them, at which point “Mommy” is the cat’s meow!

  7. What a cute post! Mommy is special, too, but Daddy is in short supply! Your babes are darlings! I love the artwork, too! They grow up SOoooooo fast! You will cherish these days as I can see you already do. Thank you for sharing.

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