I am the Best Mom Ever

This is one of those few days that I tell myself that. And I hold onto it for the days when I am trying really hard not to scream shut up at the top of my lungs and slam the door to my bedroom and lock it for hours. I got the girls up this morning, did some reading together and headed off to pick up friends. We went to a neighborhood pool where we splashed and had a good time with more friends. Then we came home, I let them play at the empty elementary school together (don't tell TD, not a big fan), but there were four of them and they promised to rein in Fiona. (Good luck with that, maybe the sheer numbers, versus age, would keep her under control). While they were gone, I made homemade pizza rolls, plus enough for a dinner this week. THEN, I let them help me make chocolate chip cookies. Usually I try and avoid that because it takes the fun out of something I like to do, but they all asked so nicely and seemed to really enjoy it, so another tally in my favor. Then I let them trash the Wii Room getting stuff together for a movie and right now they are playing hide and go seek.
I have to live for times like this because it usually seems that we are all going way too fast, trying to get too much stuff done and the girls just seem to get in the way. Most of the time I feel like if they would just hide out for a few hours and let me get all of my stuff done while not making any more messes of their own...plus let me read my book quietly... I know a lot of that sounds selfish, but sometimes I think moms veer a little too sharply to the martyrdom side and that's just not very pleasant for anyone involved. I know when I do, I never feel good about it. Funny, I don't think trying to feel self righteous and superior makes me feel good. Now, if I could just somehow balance the swimming, cookie baking and hide and seek playing with the big pile of ironing and dirty bathrooms.