Child's play

I have been wondering if I am failing as a mom. As I sit here writing this blog I could be doing something educational with my kids. I could be playing with them or something, but I'm not. Its not that I don't want to play with them, I mean I am 31 and totally love racing cars and doing doll hair......well maybe not. They seem perfectly content to play together. They don't ever ask me to join or complain that I am not doing my part. I am usually engrossed in feeding them or cleaning up their messes.....or blogging.

I see these moms who have tea parties and set up train tracks. The worst is playing with toys they expect me to make talk. I hate making toys talk. I am pretty much stuck after "Hi, I'm Dora". I couldn't run faster. I would gladly clean something rather than play repetitive kid games. Don't get me wrong I love my kids. I like board games and sometimes the occasional video game. I like reading to them and we get a lot of time together when I am homeschooling them. I just don't like to get in the floor and play.

I guess I have to come to realize I am just not that kind of mom. Those moms are great, really they are, but as much as I try to be that way I am still just a poser. I think my kids know I love them even if I don't want to play cowboys or ponies. Why would I keep having so many of them? I like having them around and watching them learn. I enjoy watching them play together....when they aren't fighting. I want them to be close even though they aren't in age. So since its raining today I think I will bust out a board game. Just please not chutes and ladders. I really hate that game. It takes FOREVER.