My big boys had VBS last week at our church, and on Thursday, we got a newsletter saying that Friday was “dress up like a rockstar day” if anyone was interested in participating.
I was thinking about just skipping it, but unfortunately/fortunately my little Joseph can read, and he was so excited! for rock star day!!! It was going to be so FUN! and where can he find a costume?! and what was I going to make him to wear?!…
Which meant that Thursday night I was up until 11:30 not only cleaning up, folding laundry, and wiping the toilets (3 boys you know), but also thinking up a rock star costume. And designing the shirt Joseph was going to wear to his perfectionistic specifications.
(“One more lightening bolt over here! No, a little bigger! Okay, more towards the middle! I didn’t know it was going to look like THAT…”)
I also learned that I cannot draw a lightening bolt.
But, I couldn’t help but smile as I was doing it (not the part with him giving orders- the rest of the designing part that took place after they were in bed).
“Here I am!”, I thought, “Up late! Three kids sleeping! Designing a LAST MINUTE COSTUME! This is happening! I’m an adult! “
It was really the most I have felt like a real live MOM in a while!
(Well, maybe tied with the other day when I was wiping up baby food/puffs/rice/chicken/whatintheworldisthis?? off the floor while all 3 boys were banished to the backyard for extreme whininess and I was yelling at Joseph “Check what’s in Samuels mouth” and he was yelling back, “I think it is some sort of SPIKEY BALL!” and I was sweating and shrieking “GET IT OUT! QUICK!” That also felt very “Momish.”)
(Brian has been out of town a lot lately)
Are you ready to see what I pulled together??
thaaaaats right folks….
Joseph loved being a rockstar so much that he cried when I took off his eye makeup that night.
And he cried even harder when I told him that he couldn’t wear eyeliner again until Halloween! Because he is a boy. And FIVE. Mean Mama!
Isaac was just happy to go along with what Joseph was excited about.
And I think we can all agree that he has the creepy-dark-rockstar-vibe thing down
This was one of my favorite moments of parenting- watching my boys peacefully listening to Queen before their big day at VBS.
So, in conclusion, the last minute costumes were pulled together successfully, the boys enjoyed them thoroughly, and I think we can ALLLLL say who the REAL rock star was in the end.
It was me, guys.