They say motherhood is the gift that keeps on giving, and it truly is. The hugs just because, the kisses whenever I need them the most, the silly stories, the times filled with laughter; they will all for sure reside in my memory forever. My sweet little angels that I brought into this world, will bring me love and happiness and offer me the gift that keeps on giving forever, and that is the gift of love.

However, there are those times, that will also be locked into my memory of motherhood that will never be forgotten; and it’s those moments of disgust, wipes, poop, and many other bodily fluids.

(Warning. This column is full-on mommy hood; so for those of you with a weak stomach, I would NOT continue reading.)

Just the other day, I was fulfilling my duties as a PTO mom, and we were leaving the school to head home and do homework and our nightly routine; but I happened to run into a friend of mine in the parking lot, that happened to be parked next to my car. So I put my two little boys in the car to cool off in the AC and watch a movie. So and I began to chat and catch up, then all of the sudden my youngest got out of the car and was kind of playing around on the ground, and all of the sudden I felt something whizz by me. I looked at him and he was grinning and laughing. I thought maybe he threw a pebble or something at me and had missed.

But I looked down at the ground and saw a “brown rock”. “Did you have an accident in your pants?” I asked him. He grinned and nodded. “Did you just throw that at mommy?” Again, he grinned and nodded. And about that time I looked at my girlfriend and rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t find her. Why you ask? Because she was laughing so hard she had collapsed on the front seat of her truck.

So with my handy-dandy supply kit in my car, we cleaned up and rode home commando; which happens more often than not in our family.

And my oldest, he is in that stage of…hey let’s just leave everything around and out or hidden under the bed. Mom will eventually find it. I went up to his room the other day to get my laundry basket back, and to my surprise I found the household’s huge container of Goldfish, two Big Reds, some cookies, and of course a wonderful odor.

Not knowing what it was, I was a little fearful to continue my investigation. But I did. I didn’t want our house to start falling down because the nails and mortar were going to start rotting away from the stench. However, I discovered a drawstring bag that had been used probably over two months ago, for sports gear, a spend the night and other various clothing items nestled in the farthest back corner of his closet.

So as you can guess, I have air fresheners hidden throughout my house. If you ever come to visit us, you will never see them, as I have hidden them well; but you will thank me for them.

The life of a mommy is never clean; however, the life of a boy mommy is a disaster area!

And the one place in my life, that I probably spend the most time is my car. And each time I open the doors to it, I kind of want to cry. I love my car; but the floor and the seats are constantly covered in Goldfish, spilled drinks, ice-cream, Capri Sun straw wrappers—you name it, my poor car has been defeated by it.

So the next time you think you are knee deep in a mess, just remember the life of a mommy. And you will soon realize just how tidy your world is.