Rock Star (for a mother)

 

 

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….

NAILED IT.

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.

Me.

It was me, guys.