I’m changing my name
Hello there to my fellow blog hoppers!
If today is your first time here in The Fitzpatrick kitchen, welcome, welcome, pull up a stool…
What can I get you?
I’m Alex…
Otherwise known as Ma…
Yup, Ma, What’s for Dinner?
Nice to meet you,
I’m changing my name…
No not the blog name, not even my real name. It’s Ma I want to lose right now. Or any variation thereof…
You know…
Mom?
Mommy?
Mama?
Mooooooooooooooooooom?
Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama!!!!!!
It’s all I hear….
ALL
DAY
LONG.
Nonstop. Mama, can I have a drink? Mama, can I have a snack? Mama, can we go outside? Mama, can we go to the park? Mama, Brady hit me. Mama, Keegan kicked Cooper. Mama, Cooper ate dog poop. Ok, so that last one I may pay attention to…
If you’re a mom you know what I’m talking about.
I can’t get anything done around here.
If I’m making dinner it takes me an extra 45 minutes because I have to stop 72 times to get a snack, fix the Wii, tie a shoe, change a diaper, wipe a nose, change a shirt, or wipe a butt.
If I’m doing the laundry it takes 2 hours to fold one hamper of clothes because I have to open a juice box, make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, find a Batman action figure, locate the DS in the couch, clean the crayon off the wall, and clean the pee off the other wall because little boys have terrible aim.
So I figure, if I change my name, maybe I can get a little work done? Maybe I can sit and have a cup of coffee? Maybe I can do my nails?
If I change my name someone else named Mama will wipe some butts.
But then someone else will get the snuggles…
and the kisses…
and the loving looks…
Someone else would get to tuck them in, and wipe away tears, and read bedtime stories.
Hmmm, on second thought, maybe I’ll just keep it.
It’s a pretty good name.
I kinda like it.
It’s grown on me. 
It suits me.
Alright, I love it!
And seriously, who wouldn’t want to wipe these butts?
Have a great weekend!
Lots of yummy love,
Alex aka Ma, What’s For Dinner
