That’s a big number. Not life changing if we were talking about money. A bit annoying if it was the wait time for a ride in Disney World. A lot to get through if it was your email inbox.
One hundred and fifty-six, is not my inbox or a debt I have to repay. One hundred and fifty-six, is the number of times my son says, “Mom” a day. And I think I may be underestimating, because after number one hundred and fifty-six, I ran out the door to meet my friends for dinner and a much needed drink, leaving 2 hours of possible “Moms” unaccounted for.
So what does one hundred and fifty-six Moms sound like? Sure, there were dire concerns and circumstances that needed to be addressed. Of course there was pertinent information that needed to be shared right now.
Of course there was….
One, “Mom, I need my but wiped”.
Six, “Mom, I’m hungry”.
Four, “Mom, I don’t want to eat that”.
Twelve, “Mom, turn on Paw Patrols”
Ten, “Mom, this Paw Patrol is over turn on another one”.
Seven, “Mom, I want a snack. “
Five, “Mom can you come look at this (after which I walked into the playroom looked at the giant mess, smiled and walked away)
Eight, “Mom, I don’t want to do that”. (Go to school, pick up his toys)
Six, “Mom, I needs you”, which were answered and then was informed that he needed “nothing”.
Four, “Mom I can’t find…” (Mickey Mouse, shoes, a toy we haven’t seen in 3 years and one plastic happy meal toy that I trashed that morning)
Two, “Mom, Nana says I’m in charge”, which were promptly ignored.
Three, “Mom is Dad coming home early”. No.
Two, “Mom can I stay up extra late”. No.
Two, “Mom can I stay up extra-super-late”. Double, No. See what I mean about me always saying no.
Ten, “Mom I love you”. Which were met with kisses, hugs and I love you too.
Three, “Mom can Nick and Gabi come over”. No, they’re in school all day, and lord help me some day you will be too.
Three, “Mom, can I help you put the new vacuum together” No, mom isn’t even sure how to do it.
One, “Mom can we go to the beach”. No, it just snowed yesterday.
Six, “Moms” repeated one after another, followed by some gibberish.
Ten, “Mom can I ask you a question”, followed by what was in fact not a question.
Three, “Mom” followed by me saying, “yes” and him saying, “nothing”.
Five, “Mom I need a hug”
Seven, “Mom can I get….” insert random toy advertised on Nick Jr.
Eleven, “Moms” said repeatedly followed by me shouting, “I’m in the bathroom”.
Two, “Mom, when can we go to Disney World?”
Four, “Mom, is tomorrow Wednesday”. No, honey that was yesterday.
One, “Mom when do I see Nana again”. Not till Wednesday.
Thirteen, “Mommy come play”
Three, “Mom what’s for dinner”
Two, “Mom I’m not going to eat that”.
And as much as I love hearing him say “Mom”, as much as I love what that word means, one hundred and fifty-six times in a day just seems a bit excessive, right?
Like couldn’t he find another word to say, like, I don’t know, Dad?