I did something stupid this past weekend: I tried to relive my college days. It was a great idea at the time. But I hated myself after...and even into today...perhaps tomorrow as well. My husband and I made a road trip to an alumni hockey game. The kids went to the grandparents for the weekend. I was giddy with excitement about having some time with my husband, a weekend without kids, and bonding time with some of the siblings and old friends. But here is the bottom line; I am old. I am an old mom of three kids. I should have realized this early on and just thrown in the towel; I was screwed before the weekend even started. We got to my sisters house late Friday night. By late I mean 10pm. That is when I am usually only half conscious in bed next to my husband while he watches the news. But this weekend I was excited to see two of my sisters, one brother, sister in law and brothers in law....this mere list right here should tip you off that the sleeping surfaces would be ...sketchy at best. My sister has a great house with lots of room, but we are a lot of people. My family always is. But anyway, before we vied for valuable beds and blankets, the girls stayed up chatting and doing really important things like looking up our "Urban" names online and planning the next day's schedule for the tailgate.The boys (I use that term quite on purpose because they were having an XBOX tournament that included a lot of yelling, bodily noises and they only came downstairs to get more food and beverages). We finally went to bed at midnight. And I did not feel old that night, because Fridays are hard...even the youngest of us was wiped out and looking, well, like hell. The next day started at 7. Not because I was gung-ho to start tailgating, but because I lack the skill to actually sleep in anymore. I am usually up at 6, so I guess that 7 is sleeping in. Good for me. I would later be glad that I was so well rested (not).
After downing what seemed like an entire pot of coffee while enduring a play-by-play of last night's tournament (because apparently they all forgot that the others were ALL THERE WITH THEM...yet they needed to relive every single moment) we started getting ready for the tailgate. As I was putting on every item of long-underwear type clothing that I own, then holding my breath for 5 minutes while I tried to wrestle my way into denim (not a very forgiving fabric when you are wearing an extra 6 inches of thermal) I realized that "Shit, I have to pee." Isn't that what I always tell my kids before donning snow gear?? Oh well. Better here than out in the cold with strangers; I don't do porta-potties, I'd rather wet myself. By the time I was ready,I looked like I had gained 42 pounds and I was sweating my ass off. But function over fashion. I was going to be warm. The youngest of us looked adorable with a hooded sweatshirt, uggs and a vest; I was channeling my inner Stay-Puft Marshmallow man while she looked as if she had just stepped from the pages of "Ski Bunny Monthly"...bitch. Yes, we were going to the exact same place but I looked like I was making a quick stop to Siberia first. I had to adjust the seatbelt when we got into the car to account for my added girth. But I was warm outside. Actually, first I was freezing because I had been sweating my ass off in the car the whole way down, so by the time we got there and I stepped into cold air, the sweat crystalized and froze, and dammit, I had to go to the bathroom again. I was not going to use the portables, so I walked three blocks to McDonalds. They had real toilet paper and hand sanitizers....and heat. The day was super fun, but I kept being reminded of my age....I was the only one out there with a purse for example (which I realized quickly and ditched it under a table) But where else would you keep your wallet, camera, lip gloss, kleenex, extra gloves, hand sanitizer, hat, and dry socks (you never know)? But the purse came in handy as I started to carry everyone else's stuff (just like a mom). Please remember that I am a smart, responsible person, but if any pictures of me show up in facebook dancing with strangers in a parking lot, pretending to attack the opposing schools' mascot...or, say....posing behind an unsuspecting gentleman in the Men's bathroom of McDonalds while he is actively using the urinal, I plead the 5th. Here is where I am old again....at one point I looked at my phone (no watches here) to realize that it was only 8:30. I said out loud, it is only 8 F#$*ING 30!! At that point, I had lost about 6 of my layers of clothing....which don't be picturing some trampy mid-thirty woman cavorting around the bar dancing on table-tops. When I say that, I still had on a long-sleeve shirt, fleece jacket and all of my long underwear because trust me, I had to call for the Jaws of Life to get the jeans off. I was a little vindicated in feeling like a fossil at this point because neither of my sisters or sister in law, who are younger, looked much better than I did and they were losing steam also. So we girls headed back home and the guys made it at some point by the grace of a kind stranger...I think. I was in bed by then; but pretty sure I never actually slept...slumber parties are for kids, not grown-ups. I don't do sleep-overs. I don't sleep well in places other than my own bed. I don't enjoy spending the evening mustering up my "flight or fight" reflexes whilst being suffocated under the crushing weight of my beloved on what can only be loosely described as an air mattress.
It goes without saying that it was a weekend well spent, but I really, truly am too old for this shit. It is today that the age is showing. Again, not because of alcohol, but the culmination of everything...plus I came back to three kids that were very excited to see me for about 11 seconds and were fighting over who was going to tell me a story first (turned out no one won, all three were talking at excessive volumes all at the same time) and then the whining that they had been saving for me all weekend kicked in. I was reminded several times in many different circumstances why I don't do that very often. It was a great weekend, but it was even better to be in my own bed in pajamas by 8pm last night. But I still can't figure out whose stuff all of this is in my purse....
Emergency declared...
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I had another topic in mind for today but that will have to wait as I have something I need to get off my chest and if I don't, someone may need to come and check on the well-being of myself and the three children I will be home with ALL DAY LONG....
We recently moved from California to Maryland; pretty significant change, right? My kids were sad to leave their house, school, friends etc. but excited about all of the new things in store for us. One thing in particular: SNOW. They were all but wetting themselves with excitement and anticipation over the first snowfall, pretty sure they were expecting our yard to be blanketed in it as soon as we pulled in the driveway. They were so anxious for the snow to start that my son took to wearing his boots around non-stop (keep in mind we moved here in AUGUST and I will refrain from mentioning the black patent leather boots that were a staple wardrobe item at grandma's this summer...they were STORMTROOPER boots people, Stormtrooper) Anyway, so when that first flake fell one Saturday night in early December, you would have thought that Hannah Montana, Anakin Skywalker, The Wizards of Waverly Place, AND Obi Wan Kenobi were all sitting on our front steps. My little California babies couldn't find their snowpants fast enough. Keep in mind nothing ever really accumulated, it was the kind of big, fat, wet snowflake snowfall that allowed one to still be able to see the green grass under the most transluscent blanket of white. It really can't even be called a blanket, a sheet maybe, a light handkerchief? So of course we had to get them bundled up to go out and play in 1/16 of an inch of snow...big fun. The good news was, school was not effected by this "snowstorm" as my son called it.
Then there was the blizzard right before Christmas, that one was fun until it put a damper on our Christmas travel plans but the silver lining was that school was cancelled for 2 days (which occurred 2 days AFTER said blizzard...whatever) Marylanders (is that even right? did I just make up a word?) anyway, Marylanders were shocked, "We never get this much snow" "My kids usually don't even have snowpants" etc, etc, etc. Coming from Minnesota, this would have just been the beginning of winter...in the midwest "winter" (meaning: snowfall and Holy Shit it's f-ing freezing out there...meterologists in MN actually say that, watch channel 4) typically starts as early as October and can often last until April. Not even kidding, just ask my cousin who got married in April and had to deal with a blizzard on his wedding day (well, ask his wife, he probably doesn't remember unless you show him pictures) So of course, my husband and I thought very little of the snowbanks (of course HE did...his ass was parked on the couch while I shoveled it)
Well, apparently Mother Nature is in leagues with Father Global Warming (yep, totally real...google it...) to make this winter a living HELL for all parents of school-age children. It has snowed several more times out here since the Christmas storm and wouldn't ya just know it THEY'VE CANCELLED SCHOOL EVERY SINGLE MOTHER-F*CKING TIME. According to my calculations, we are now up to 5 or 6 snow days so far this school year. At this rate we'll be in school until July, the good news being they'll have the 4th of July off as a holiday...phew! If even the tiniest flake falls, I can only imagine what is going on at the district office, absolute mayhem...people running in all directions, screaming, reams of paper flying around, phones ringing off the hook, seeking shelter under desks, calling loved ones one last time, etc. You would think Armageddon is imminent. Maybe it is and only the powers-that-be in district offices throughout Maryland and Virginia are aware of it, I don't know. All I know is this is getting ridiculous. A few weeks ago, we got MAYBE 2 inches and school was cancelled. Those 2 inches were gone WELL before noon, but so was I so I guess I can't complain. Do they not REALIZE what snow days do to mothers? Sure it's super fun for the kids to go out and play in the snow but I don't think I need to go into what a major league pain in the ass it is to get your kids all geared up in their snow attire only to have one tell you (as you sit there sweating and panting) that they have to pee. Too bad, snowpants are cushy and absorbent..it's like wearing a big ass diaper. Being cooped up in your house all day long with no possibility of going anywhere without risking harm or even death (I'm not talking about the roads...I'm talking about fighting the hoardes of people at Walmart fighting over cases of bottled water, milk, and batteries) Listening to non-stop bickering and whining about being bored, tattling constantly. Ya know what? I could give two shits if your brother DID just punch you in the stomach and then stepped on your head, until you start showing signs of internal bleeding I don't wanna hear about it. The cancellation of school is awesome for the kids, but I'd rather sit cold and naked in a snowbank in my back yard shoving icicles under my fingernails.
SO here we are again...on the cusp of what is forecasted to be a storm of astronomical proportions. It is anticipated that the east coast is going to be blasted by anywhere from 12-30 inches of snow. SUPPOSEDLY said snow is going to start later this afternoon. Now, I don't claim to have intelligence that warrants any awards, but the last time I checked afternoon meant exactly that: AFTER NOON. Noon being 12:00, lunch time, middle of the day. Well, apparently mayhem has ensued at the district office a bit earlier than usual because they CANCELLED MOTHER F*CKING SCHOOL ALREADY.
And we all know if we get as much snow as they are anticipating (which rarely happens but ya never know) many of us out here are already planning on no school at least for Monday of next week as well. But ya know what? I bet if I dump my kids on the Superintendent's front steps and encourage friends and neighbors to do the same, it'll be the last f*cking snow day for this school year. Kill me now, knock me unconscious, take my children away, send alcohol. After this snowstorm check the headlines because I may make the front page for being a new reason mayhem befalls the district office. But first I'm going to go finish my coffee and Bailey's 'cause it's gonna be a looooooooooooooong ass day.....
We recently moved from California to Maryland; pretty significant change, right? My kids were sad to leave their house, school, friends etc. but excited about all of the new things in store for us. One thing in particular: SNOW. They were all but wetting themselves with excitement and anticipation over the first snowfall, pretty sure they were expecting our yard to be blanketed in it as soon as we pulled in the driveway. They were so anxious for the snow to start that my son took to wearing his boots around non-stop (keep in mind we moved here in AUGUST and I will refrain from mentioning the black patent leather boots that were a staple wardrobe item at grandma's this summer...they were STORMTROOPER boots people, Stormtrooper) Anyway, so when that first flake fell one Saturday night in early December, you would have thought that Hannah Montana, Anakin Skywalker, The Wizards of Waverly Place, AND Obi Wan Kenobi were all sitting on our front steps. My little California babies couldn't find their snowpants fast enough. Keep in mind nothing ever really accumulated, it was the kind of big, fat, wet snowflake snowfall that allowed one to still be able to see the green grass under the most transluscent blanket of white. It really can't even be called a blanket, a sheet maybe, a light handkerchief? So of course we had to get them bundled up to go out and play in 1/16 of an inch of snow...big fun. The good news was, school was not effected by this "snowstorm" as my son called it.
Then there was the blizzard right before Christmas, that one was fun until it put a damper on our Christmas travel plans but the silver lining was that school was cancelled for 2 days (which occurred 2 days AFTER said blizzard...whatever) Marylanders (is that even right? did I just make up a word?) anyway, Marylanders were shocked, "We never get this much snow" "My kids usually don't even have snowpants" etc, etc, etc. Coming from Minnesota, this would have just been the beginning of winter...in the midwest "winter" (meaning: snowfall and Holy Shit it's f-ing freezing out there...meterologists in MN actually say that, watch channel 4) typically starts as early as October and can often last until April. Not even kidding, just ask my cousin who got married in April and had to deal with a blizzard on his wedding day (well, ask his wife, he probably doesn't remember unless you show him pictures) So of course, my husband and I thought very little of the snowbanks (of course HE did...his ass was parked on the couch while I shoveled it)
Well, apparently Mother Nature is in leagues with Father Global Warming (yep, totally real...google it...) to make this winter a living HELL for all parents of school-age children. It has snowed several more times out here since the Christmas storm and wouldn't ya just know it THEY'VE CANCELLED SCHOOL EVERY SINGLE MOTHER-F*CKING TIME. According to my calculations, we are now up to 5 or 6 snow days so far this school year. At this rate we'll be in school until July, the good news being they'll have the 4th of July off as a holiday...phew! If even the tiniest flake falls, I can only imagine what is going on at the district office, absolute mayhem...people running in all directions, screaming, reams of paper flying around, phones ringing off the hook, seeking shelter under desks, calling loved ones one last time, etc. You would think Armageddon is imminent. Maybe it is and only the powers-that-be in district offices throughout Maryland and Virginia are aware of it, I don't know. All I know is this is getting ridiculous. A few weeks ago, we got MAYBE 2 inches and school was cancelled. Those 2 inches were gone WELL before noon, but so was I so I guess I can't complain. Do they not REALIZE what snow days do to mothers? Sure it's super fun for the kids to go out and play in the snow but I don't think I need to go into what a major league pain in the ass it is to get your kids all geared up in their snow attire only to have one tell you (as you sit there sweating and panting) that they have to pee. Too bad, snowpants are cushy and absorbent..it's like wearing a big ass diaper. Being cooped up in your house all day long with no possibility of going anywhere without risking harm or even death (I'm not talking about the roads...I'm talking about fighting the hoardes of people at Walmart fighting over cases of bottled water, milk, and batteries) Listening to non-stop bickering and whining about being bored, tattling constantly. Ya know what? I could give two shits if your brother DID just punch you in the stomach and then stepped on your head, until you start showing signs of internal bleeding I don't wanna hear about it. The cancellation of school is awesome for the kids, but I'd rather sit cold and naked in a snowbank in my back yard shoving icicles under my fingernails.
SO here we are again...on the cusp of what is forecasted to be a storm of astronomical proportions. It is anticipated that the east coast is going to be blasted by anywhere from 12-30 inches of snow. SUPPOSEDLY said snow is going to start later this afternoon. Now, I don't claim to have intelligence that warrants any awards, but the last time I checked afternoon meant exactly that: AFTER NOON. Noon being 12:00, lunch time, middle of the day. Well, apparently mayhem has ensued at the district office a bit earlier than usual because they CANCELLED MOTHER F*CKING SCHOOL ALREADY.
And we all know if we get as much snow as they are anticipating (which rarely happens but ya never know) many of us out here are already planning on no school at least for Monday of next week as well. But ya know what? I bet if I dump my kids on the Superintendent's front steps and encourage friends and neighbors to do the same, it'll be the last f*cking snow day for this school year. Kill me now, knock me unconscious, take my children away, send alcohol. After this snowstorm check the headlines because I may make the front page for being a new reason mayhem befalls the district office. But first I'm going to go finish my coffee and Bailey's 'cause it's gonna be a looooooooooooooong ass day.....
Parenting: May God grant you the serenity to accept the things that change despite your best efforts...
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I THOUGHT made a rookie mistake this week; I started out Monday morning with no coffee in the house. I went into immediate cardiac arrest when I saw the crumpled Starbucks bag in the freezer (first of all, WHO puts the empty bag back?? - I think we all know who. And he had already left for work and was probably sipping his Grande Latte at that very moment and I silently hoped he had to stop short during his drive therefore spilling some of MY coffee and scalding his crotch) Obviously I am not over my bitterness for having to jump into Monday sans coffee. I should ALWAYS have two bags in the house....and with further investigation, I of course did. The heavens parted and angels sang when I opened the extra freezer and there she was smiling at me. This near "incident" and the blog from yesterday made me think about the changes that we make from the first born to any child thereafter; mistakes we made and hopefully learned from. I think we all have stories of how MOST of us have grown increasingly laid back with each subsequent spawning. Don't get me wrong, there are some out there who are nearly as neurotic as with the first. You know who you are.
I went through my eldest's baby book a few weeks ago (difference #1- the eldest actually HAS a baby book. I think my third child has one, but I am sure it is still wrapped in plastic) and saw the LIST OF THINGS TO TAKE TO THE BIRTH. I wanted to kick myself in the ass, not only for saving it but for the crap we brought....a bag of quarters? What? For the pick-up poker game with the other dads-to-be? There are no payphones anymore, and I suppose maybe for vending machines, but don't all hospitals in the 21st century have some sort of modernized cafeteria? But the list in my "book" said to bring change, so we did. Speaking of this list I saved, I saved other weird crap too. But then I heard about my friend who saved that belly-button thing that falls off - you know that thing that made me forever stop eating raisins? - ewww, ewww, ewww - and I didn't feel AS bad about keeping the little tshirt and hat from the hospital (the ones we weren't supposed to keep..oops). My first kid will have a baby book, scrap book, video and sometimes journal. The third kid is in MOST current pictures. Good enough, right?
#2 - the diaper bag - My first diaper bag was the size of a small Volkswagen and held 3 outfits for both of us, 4 nuks, 1 bottle of sterilized water (don't premix the bottle of course) a container of formula - just in case, my breast pump, the breast pump manual, 12 diapers, a full package of wipes, hand sanitizer, changing pad, germ-free shopping cart protector thingy, bags for dirty diapers, bags for dirty outfits, bags for dirty bags, 2 teethers, 3 toys, Annie's All Natural Cheese Bunny snacks, and food safe, kid safe, pet safe sanitizing spray in case any of the above touched a surface other than my baby. TODAY - a purse with one diaper, a baggie with some wipes thrown in, goldfish (preferably not in the same baggie as the wipes, but baggies don't grow on trees, so do what you gotta do) and if we're really lucky, odds are pretty good there are some fruit snacks scattered along the bottom...just pick out the lint.
#3 - Playtime - My first never left my sight. The baby Bjorn made sure that in his infancy we could do everything together (new moms - DO NOT BAKE COOKIES WITH YOUR BABIES IN THEIR BJORN - their eyebrows look funny for awhile after that) Anyway, I followed him everywhere; and if I wasn't following him, I was holding/wearing him. By the third, I figure as long as they can walk, they don't want to be where I am anyway, so why force the togetherness? That is one of the reasons we moved to the country...for some fresh air "roam where you want to" attitude. I just make sure now that they are all in at night at a decent hour.
#4 - Babyproofing everything - You name it, we had it; outlet covers, cupboard locks, drawer locks, door handle covers, foam corner protectors, spray to clean the foam corner protectors, stove knob covers, door chimes (this would have been handy when our 2nd child wandered away from home on his 2nd birthday and was brought back by the police - Ok, the policeman was a neighbor and our kid was "mowing" the sidewalk 6 houses away from ours, so take your hand away from your mouth in horror. We figure it is not the last time that particular child will be brought home by the police, we just got an early start) Anyway, we got rid of the aforementioned "baby proof" items mostly because they were adult proof too. We couldn't get into any damn cupboards or open doors, and the straw that broke the camel's back was the toilet lock; one husband stumbling in from the neighborhood poker game at 2 am + toilet lock = very embarassing story. By the third child, I just started keeping the knives in a lower drawer anyway because I didn't want her to hurt herself climbing on the counter to try to get them.
#5 - TV time - the first child and I spent a half an hour every morning after his first nap watching Baby Einstein together. I thought this Dr. approved learning series would surely stimulate his brain and make him the genius I knew he was going to be. Besides, too much tv rots their brain (let me say that my first child - the Baby Einstein one - is currently the one that would lose his head if it weren't attached - sweet as pie but as we like to say about him "Common sense isn't too common") Now by the third - well, you all know. Dora is like another family member (AND she teaches them spanish), Phineas and Ferb are heroes(teaches creativity), Martha Speaks (teaches you that if you feed your dog weird crap she might talk to you) and Yo Gabba Gabba (ok, that show is just plain wrong and teaches you that unitards and orange afros don't look good on anyone - and if you do decide to wear it FOR THE LOVE OF GOD - DON'T DO JUMPING JACKS IN FRONT OF PRESCHOOLERS!)
Well, you get my drift. With each child we either get more laid back, or the sheer number of kids wears us down into a submissive, passive state where we just don't feel like fighting it. I like to think that we get smarter and more efficient. Truth be told, the more you try to keep the little buggers out of or away from something, the more they want to get at it. And the little Houdinis will find a way. To us, childproofing, limiting TV time, and being fully prepared are part of being a good parent; to our kids those things are only obstacles in their path to do the exact opposite of what we want them to do.
Have a great epidural day!
I went through my eldest's baby book a few weeks ago (difference #1- the eldest actually HAS a baby book. I think my third child has one, but I am sure it is still wrapped in plastic) and saw the LIST OF THINGS TO TAKE TO THE BIRTH. I wanted to kick myself in the ass, not only for saving it but for the crap we brought....a bag of quarters? What? For the pick-up poker game with the other dads-to-be? There are no payphones anymore, and I suppose maybe for vending machines, but don't all hospitals in the 21st century have some sort of modernized cafeteria? But the list in my "book" said to bring change, so we did. Speaking of this list I saved, I saved other weird crap too. But then I heard about my friend who saved that belly-button thing that falls off - you know that thing that made me forever stop eating raisins? - ewww, ewww, ewww - and I didn't feel AS bad about keeping the little tshirt and hat from the hospital (the ones we weren't supposed to keep..oops). My first kid will have a baby book, scrap book, video and sometimes journal. The third kid is in MOST current pictures. Good enough, right?
#2 - the diaper bag - My first diaper bag was the size of a small Volkswagen and held 3 outfits for both of us, 4 nuks, 1 bottle of sterilized water (don't premix the bottle of course) a container of formula - just in case, my breast pump, the breast pump manual, 12 diapers, a full package of wipes, hand sanitizer, changing pad, germ-free shopping cart protector thingy, bags for dirty diapers, bags for dirty outfits, bags for dirty bags, 2 teethers, 3 toys, Annie's All Natural Cheese Bunny snacks, and food safe, kid safe, pet safe sanitizing spray in case any of the above touched a surface other than my baby. TODAY - a purse with one diaper, a baggie with some wipes thrown in, goldfish (preferably not in the same baggie as the wipes, but baggies don't grow on trees, so do what you gotta do) and if we're really lucky, odds are pretty good there are some fruit snacks scattered along the bottom...just pick out the lint.
#3 - Playtime - My first never left my sight. The baby Bjorn made sure that in his infancy we could do everything together (new moms - DO NOT BAKE COOKIES WITH YOUR BABIES IN THEIR BJORN - their eyebrows look funny for awhile after that) Anyway, I followed him everywhere; and if I wasn't following him, I was holding/wearing him. By the third, I figure as long as they can walk, they don't want to be where I am anyway, so why force the togetherness? That is one of the reasons we moved to the country...for some fresh air "roam where you want to" attitude. I just make sure now that they are all in at night at a decent hour.
#4 - Babyproofing everything - You name it, we had it; outlet covers, cupboard locks, drawer locks, door handle covers, foam corner protectors, spray to clean the foam corner protectors, stove knob covers, door chimes (this would have been handy when our 2nd child wandered away from home on his 2nd birthday and was brought back by the police - Ok, the policeman was a neighbor and our kid was "mowing" the sidewalk 6 houses away from ours, so take your hand away from your mouth in horror. We figure it is not the last time that particular child will be brought home by the police, we just got an early start) Anyway, we got rid of the aforementioned "baby proof" items mostly because they were adult proof too. We couldn't get into any damn cupboards or open doors, and the straw that broke the camel's back was the toilet lock; one husband stumbling in from the neighborhood poker game at 2 am + toilet lock = very embarassing story. By the third child, I just started keeping the knives in a lower drawer anyway because I didn't want her to hurt herself climbing on the counter to try to get them.
#5 - TV time - the first child and I spent a half an hour every morning after his first nap watching Baby Einstein together. I thought this Dr. approved learning series would surely stimulate his brain and make him the genius I knew he was going to be. Besides, too much tv rots their brain (let me say that my first child - the Baby Einstein one - is currently the one that would lose his head if it weren't attached - sweet as pie but as we like to say about him "Common sense isn't too common") Now by the third - well, you all know. Dora is like another family member (AND she teaches them spanish), Phineas and Ferb are heroes(teaches creativity), Martha Speaks (teaches you that if you feed your dog weird crap she might talk to you) and Yo Gabba Gabba (ok, that show is just plain wrong and teaches you that unitards and orange afros don't look good on anyone - and if you do decide to wear it FOR THE LOVE OF GOD - DON'T DO JUMPING JACKS IN FRONT OF PRESCHOOLERS!)
Well, you get my drift. With each child we either get more laid back, or the sheer number of kids wears us down into a submissive, passive state where we just don't feel like fighting it. I like to think that we get smarter and more efficient. Truth be told, the more you try to keep the little buggers out of or away from something, the more they want to get at it. And the little Houdinis will find a way. To us, childproofing, limiting TV time, and being fully prepared are part of being a good parent; to our kids those things are only obstacles in their path to do the exact opposite of what we want them to do.
Have a great epidural day!
Misty water-colored memories...of the way I was...
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If you think back to your life before kids, do things seem kind of fuzzy? Like that time period did exist but it takes far too much effort to draw up any sort of lucid recall? It's hard for me to remember what my life was like before I became a mom. If I dig REALLY deep into those dusty brain file cabinets, I can draw up brief little glimpses of that me...like, really, really deep. Like those quick flash montages they do in the movies in fast forward? Those are my memories of me pre-kids. I will admit, sometimes I miss that me, what I can remember of her anyway. Sometimes I envy the simplicity of her life. I certainly wouldn't change anything that I currently have, there is a reason it's so hard for me to remember life before kids, right? Because my kids have changed my life so profoundly that they have blurred those memories for me...right? RIGHT?????? Yep...kids definitely changed my life in SO many ways...
SHOPPING:
Before Kids: Leisurely strolls through the mall, perusing such stores as Ann Taylor Loft, J Crew, Abercrombie, The Gap. Buying things for ME, taking my time in the fitting rooms. Getting a diet coke at the food court for ME and not even having to consider the possibility of having to share "just a sip"...
After Kids: I avoid malls like the plague for the following reasons: Disney Store, Justice for Girls, the play area (aka: rotovirusville), the food court, and the multitude of 25 cent candy kiosks scattered throughout (not to mention that bitch of a Graco stroller doesn't cooperate in malls....)
CLOTHING:
BK: Being able to buy myself new clothes from aforementioned stores...need I say more?
AK: Let's just say I haven't purchased myself anything new in quite some time, my kids however are ridiculously well dressed so until I can start squeezing my ass into Gymboree or Oshkosh clothes you'll see me wearing things that were purchased BK (wait...I DID find a shirt for myself on clearance at Target last week for $2.47...SCORE!)
GROCERY SHOPPING:
BK: Much like regular shopping...leisurely, took my time, the hubby and I would often go together picking out foods that WE enjoyed.
AK: Make every effort to go alone, rarely happens so I'm the one you see harried as I push my gigantic, ungainly space craft cart through the aisles while trying to placate one child with a sucker or marshmallows, attempting to extract one from under the steering wheel of said space craft, and explaining to another that nothing but fruit snacks, Doritos, and Chips Ahoy do not qualify as appropriate lunch box foods.
MEALTIME:
BK: I would pour myself a glass of wine while I experimented with new recipes I had found online or from Food Network, interesting, sometimes exotic meals...back in the day when dinner was eaten at an appropriate temperature...sigh...
AK: A typical daytime menu for me consists of the following: a handful of dry cereal while trying to get backpacks together and find lost mittens, the leftover crusts from one child's grilled cheese, washed down with the remains of a juice box (hold the backwash), and at some point I'll find my cup of coffee that WAS hot earlier in the day. Dinner is a whole different beast...one will often find me in my kitchen with a straw stuck directly into the bottle of wine while I amble my way around trying to make dinner with a toddler serpentined around my leg. Gone are the inventive meals, taken over by nothing but the basics, if I get creative the kids can have no idea that I have pureed a vegetable and disguised it as something else; all hell will break loose and no one will eat. There IS a plus side, mealtime as a family is one of my favorite times of the day, we're all together at the table talking about our day, telling jokes...for about 12 seconds until one of the 3 does one of the following: drops a fork or other utensil and looks to me as if to say "are you going to get that for me" requests a refill on their drink, needs something cut up or replenished, or needs me to take a closer look at their food so I can identify whatever it is that they are classifying as "nasty". I no longer remember what it is like to have a hot meal, my taste buds reject all hot foods now.
FRIDAY NIGHT:
BK: we would often make plans with friends for dinner or meeting up at a bar for drinks after work, enjoying ourselves as late as we wanted and marveling at not having to get up for anything the next morning so of COURSE I'll have another one!
AK: breaking up fights over which Disney movie we are going to watch, which any one of the kids could recite in their sleep but that is a moot point as apparently we ALWAYS watch HIS movie so this time we get to watch MY movie. Chasing the toddler as she shovels in discarded popcorn kernels and steals her sibling's juice boxes. Carrying limp bodies up to bed, forcing toothbrushes into their mouths and contemplating watching a big people movie but deciding that since we're already upstairs we may as well go to bed too.
SLEEP:
BK: I try not to think about what sleep was like BK, I tend to get a little weepy and wistful...if any of you remember life BK, you remember sleep so I'll refrain from rehashing for all of our sakes.
AK: broken snatches of sleep, puncuated by visits from children who inevitably find their way into our bed despite me telling my beloved spouse that it NEEDS to stop. Said children often become what we like to call the "human X" Their little appendages seem to lengthen at night and become violent weapons of mass destruction and harm. My husband has taken many hammer-kicks to his nether regions while I find it shocking that my eyes have not been blackened by elbow drops. If said children DO remain in their beds, we bolt upright wide awake at every little sound, sniffle, and whimper, often unable to return to any normal semblance of a sleep cycle. Whatever sleep we DO get is brought to a screeching halt by the shrill ringing of an alarm clock or on the weekends when we HOPE and pray that maybe, just maybe we can sleep in...a child is up and at 'em before any rational human should be functioning.
My mom often tells me to enjoy this time, as it all goes too fast and I'll be left wondering where the past several years have gone. I cherish my children and the memories they have given us, that should go without saying. But there are days when I'm running on yet another night of broken sleep, I've nuked my coffee one too many times and it has evaporated, all I've eaten so far that day are fruit snacks that I stole from my toddler when she wasn't looking, and one of the few cute items of clothing I own have just fallen victim to my son's attempt at putting toothpaste on by himself...I think of me before kids, smile, let myself drift back for a minute and then return to my life of Nick Jr., lunchboxes, and cold meals with an even bigger smile. Yep, change is good...
SHOPPING:
Before Kids: Leisurely strolls through the mall, perusing such stores as Ann Taylor Loft, J Crew, Abercrombie, The Gap. Buying things for ME, taking my time in the fitting rooms. Getting a diet coke at the food court for ME and not even having to consider the possibility of having to share "just a sip"...
After Kids: I avoid malls like the plague for the following reasons: Disney Store, Justice for Girls, the play area (aka: rotovirusville), the food court, and the multitude of 25 cent candy kiosks scattered throughout (not to mention that bitch of a Graco stroller doesn't cooperate in malls....)
CLOTHING:
BK: Being able to buy myself new clothes from aforementioned stores...need I say more?
AK: Let's just say I haven't purchased myself anything new in quite some time, my kids however are ridiculously well dressed so until I can start squeezing my ass into Gymboree or Oshkosh clothes you'll see me wearing things that were purchased BK (wait...I DID find a shirt for myself on clearance at Target last week for $2.47...SCORE!)
GROCERY SHOPPING:
BK: Much like regular shopping...leisurely, took my time, the hubby and I would often go together picking out foods that WE enjoyed.
AK: Make every effort to go alone, rarely happens so I'm the one you see harried as I push my gigantic, ungainly space craft cart through the aisles while trying to placate one child with a sucker or marshmallows, attempting to extract one from under the steering wheel of said space craft, and explaining to another that nothing but fruit snacks, Doritos, and Chips Ahoy do not qualify as appropriate lunch box foods.
MEALTIME:
BK: I would pour myself a glass of wine while I experimented with new recipes I had found online or from Food Network, interesting, sometimes exotic meals...back in the day when dinner was eaten at an appropriate temperature...sigh...
AK: A typical daytime menu for me consists of the following: a handful of dry cereal while trying to get backpacks together and find lost mittens, the leftover crusts from one child's grilled cheese, washed down with the remains of a juice box (hold the backwash), and at some point I'll find my cup of coffee that WAS hot earlier in the day. Dinner is a whole different beast...one will often find me in my kitchen with a straw stuck directly into the bottle of wine while I amble my way around trying to make dinner with a toddler serpentined around my leg. Gone are the inventive meals, taken over by nothing but the basics, if I get creative the kids can have no idea that I have pureed a vegetable and disguised it as something else; all hell will break loose and no one will eat. There IS a plus side, mealtime as a family is one of my favorite times of the day, we're all together at the table talking about our day, telling jokes...for about 12 seconds until one of the 3 does one of the following: drops a fork or other utensil and looks to me as if to say "are you going to get that for me" requests a refill on their drink, needs something cut up or replenished, or needs me to take a closer look at their food so I can identify whatever it is that they are classifying as "nasty". I no longer remember what it is like to have a hot meal, my taste buds reject all hot foods now.
FRIDAY NIGHT:
BK: we would often make plans with friends for dinner or meeting up at a bar for drinks after work, enjoying ourselves as late as we wanted and marveling at not having to get up for anything the next morning so of COURSE I'll have another one!
AK: breaking up fights over which Disney movie we are going to watch, which any one of the kids could recite in their sleep but that is a moot point as apparently we ALWAYS watch HIS movie so this time we get to watch MY movie. Chasing the toddler as she shovels in discarded popcorn kernels and steals her sibling's juice boxes. Carrying limp bodies up to bed, forcing toothbrushes into their mouths and contemplating watching a big people movie but deciding that since we're already upstairs we may as well go to bed too.
SLEEP:
BK: I try not to think about what sleep was like BK, I tend to get a little weepy and wistful...if any of you remember life BK, you remember sleep so I'll refrain from rehashing for all of our sakes.
AK: broken snatches of sleep, puncuated by visits from children who inevitably find their way into our bed despite me telling my beloved spouse that it NEEDS to stop. Said children often become what we like to call the "human X" Their little appendages seem to lengthen at night and become violent weapons of mass destruction and harm. My husband has taken many hammer-kicks to his nether regions while I find it shocking that my eyes have not been blackened by elbow drops. If said children DO remain in their beds, we bolt upright wide awake at every little sound, sniffle, and whimper, often unable to return to any normal semblance of a sleep cycle. Whatever sleep we DO get is brought to a screeching halt by the shrill ringing of an alarm clock or on the weekends when we HOPE and pray that maybe, just maybe we can sleep in...a child is up and at 'em before any rational human should be functioning.
My mom often tells me to enjoy this time, as it all goes too fast and I'll be left wondering where the past several years have gone. I cherish my children and the memories they have given us, that should go without saying. But there are days when I'm running on yet another night of broken sleep, I've nuked my coffee one too many times and it has evaporated, all I've eaten so far that day are fruit snacks that I stole from my toddler when she wasn't looking, and one of the few cute items of clothing I own have just fallen victim to my son's attempt at putting toothpaste on by himself...I think of me before kids, smile, let myself drift back for a minute and then return to my life of Nick Jr., lunchboxes, and cold meals with an even bigger smile. Yep, change is good...
What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered? - Bill Murray
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Good morning and Happy Groundhog's Day!
Good morning and Happy Groundhog's Day!
Remember that movie with Bill Murray? Ever feel like that is YOUR life? I'm not just referring to the mundane redundancy that sometimes goes with motherhood, moreso the "haven't we had this conversation before?...like YESTERDAY?" kind of repetitiveness. I feel like I have to start out everyday with my kids with a review of "THIS is how we do things":
"Good morning, yes, you have school today."
"Yes, you have to take a shower."
"No, you cannot wear shorts. Why? Because it's still winter, ask me again in 4 months...or in your case, ask me again tomorrow."
"No, we do not have time for you to build a pillow fort before school. I know it's cool but no, I will NOT play in it later when you're gone"
"It's time for breakfast. Yes, you have to eat breakfast. No, you cannot have Skittles" (depends on the day...I choose my battles)
"Please put your dishes in the dishwasher. Why? Because that's where they go. Yes, I know dad doesn't do it, he's still in training too."
"Did you get stuff out for your lunch? No, you cannot have a diet coke with your lunch. No, I will not sign you out and take you to Subway instead"
And on, and on, and on; we finally get through the first 20 minutes of our morning with a verbal walkthrough of how we've gotten through the past 4, 762 mornings - you'd think SOMETHING would stick, anything. So then one day I had jokingly said out loud, more to myself than the troop of curtain-climbers who were standing before me with that deer-in-the-headlights "what's next" daze "Maybe I'll make myself a tshirt with the daily rules printed on it, and then you won't have to be reminded" To which my 7 year old - the leader of this not-so-brilliant pack replied "Well, most of us can't read so you'd end up telling us anyway" Good point pal. Who would've thought his little neurons would be firing that early in the day? This is the same kid that I sent upstairs to brush teeth and put on socks only to come downstairs 10 minutes later in shorts and a tool belt and carrying an expertly crafted Lego gun. "What about the socks and brushing teeth? Nevermind..." We just have to hope that there will come a day where we are not repeating ourselves over and over and over and over again...I'm not gonna lie to ya though, odds aren't good.
It's the same thing your whole life: "Clean up your room. Stand up straight. Pick up your feet. Take it like a man. Be nice to your sister. Don't mix beer and wine, ever." Oh yeah: "Don't drive on the railroad track." - Bill Murray (aka: Phil Connors) Groundhog Day
Good morning and Happy Groundhog's Day!
Remember that movie with Bill Murray? Ever feel like that is YOUR life? I'm not just referring to the mundane redundancy that sometimes goes with motherhood, moreso the "haven't we had this conversation before?...like YESTERDAY?" kind of repetitiveness. I feel like I have to start out everyday with my kids with a review of "THIS is how we do things":
"Good morning, yes, you have school today."
"Yes, you have to take a shower."
"No, you cannot wear shorts. Why? Because it's still winter, ask me again in 4 months...or in your case, ask me again tomorrow."
"No, we do not have time for you to build a pillow fort before school. I know it's cool but no, I will NOT play in it later when you're gone"
"It's time for breakfast. Yes, you have to eat breakfast. No, you cannot have Skittles" (depends on the day...I choose my battles)
"Please put your dishes in the dishwasher. Why? Because that's where they go. Yes, I know dad doesn't do it, he's still in training too."
"Did you get stuff out for your lunch? No, you cannot have a diet coke with your lunch. No, I will not sign you out and take you to Subway instead"
And on, and on, and on; we finally get through the first 20 minutes of our morning with a verbal walkthrough of how we've gotten through the past 4, 762 mornings - you'd think SOMETHING would stick, anything. So then one day I had jokingly said out loud, more to myself than the troop of curtain-climbers who were standing before me with that deer-in-the-headlights "what's next" daze "Maybe I'll make myself a tshirt with the daily rules printed on it, and then you won't have to be reminded" To which my 7 year old - the leader of this not-so-brilliant pack replied "Well, most of us can't read so you'd end up telling us anyway" Good point pal. Who would've thought his little neurons would be firing that early in the day? This is the same kid that I sent upstairs to brush teeth and put on socks only to come downstairs 10 minutes later in shorts and a tool belt and carrying an expertly crafted Lego gun. "What about the socks and brushing teeth? Nevermind..." We just have to hope that there will come a day where we are not repeating ourselves over and over and over and over again...I'm not gonna lie to ya though, odds aren't good.
It's the same thing your whole life: "Clean up your room. Stand up straight. Pick up your feet. Take it like a man. Be nice to your sister. Don't mix beer and wine, ever." Oh yeah: "Don't drive on the railroad track." - Bill Murray (aka: Phil Connors) Groundhog Day
Packed with fiber...
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As moms, we often struggle with ensuring our children have a balanced diet. Before we give birth to our first, we have visions of grandeur...a sweet baby seated happily in their high chair eating pureed fruits and vegetables lovingly prepared by yours truly; fast forward a few years to that angelic toddler begging for a snack of carrot sticks and wheat germ; the school age child who prefers Kashi cereal with a sprinkle of almond milk...yeah, right. Now, we know that there are many families who do have success in feeding their children nothing but healthy, organic foods and we applaud you. My children however are not those children, nor are my sister's. We definitely prepare healthy foods and snacks, our pantries are not overflowing with Little Debbie snack cakes, Mountain Dew, and Doritos (mainly because WE would eat all of that crap if we had it!) but they don't always eat what WE want them to.
I will be the first to admit that I have served my children a "totally popcorn dinner" and my toddler has had her fair share of nothin-but-fruit-snacks for breakfast. A daily occurrence are my half-hearted attempts to prevent a child from eating a "car floor snack" because I'll tell ya, I don't remember the last friggin time I bought Cocoa Puffs but damn if my toddler wasn't snacking on one just yesterday...at least I hope it was a Cocoa Puff. Nights that dad is at work late are cause for celebration because my kids know that it won't take very much to talk me into a bowl of cereal or a pb&j for dinner. It's just a few nights, Apple Jacks twice in one day won't kill them, right? For the most part I control what my children eat, as most parents do. However, there are those times that our children ingest something that not only did we not serve to them, we would not eat if you paid us...
Growing up, my grandparents had a wonderful little dog named Spook. Little black and white furball who was adored by all of the grandchildren. We would often fight over who got to feed Spook, as his entree choice was above and beyond the typical dried dog food. You see, our friend Spook dined on Gaines Burgers. These fabulous little congealed, compacted, pungent patties were to be crumbled into his bowl...fascinating to any child and way more fun than the dried stuff. Ugh...I just threw up in my mouth a little bit as I can remember the smell and feel of those nasty little buggers like I had one in my hand yesterday. Anyway, we would race to the kitchen and knock each other over in our quest to be the feeder-of-Spook for that particular day. This was so much better than getting a scoop of dried dog food pebbles; you'd take the disgusting little patty and have to crumble it up in your hands to create small, bite-size pieces...barf, barf, and barf. Of course, a visual may help:
I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. And yes, any young child in my family who was a feeder-of-Spook at one time or another sampled a bit of Gaines Burger. Ask any of them...if they say no, they're lying. Ask their parents, they watched in horror, gagged a little bit and went about their business (except my uncles, they probably laughed their asses off) But it happens...kids eat weird shit. Things we as adults would never dream of ingesting purposefully. Now that you're probably dry-heaving over your morning cup of coffee, think of the non-food items that one of your children or someone elses child ate. Nasty, isn't it?
I will apologize now as I've likely ruined your appetite for the day with not only the description of the Gaines burger BUT a picture as well, so I'll spare you the details of the time my oldest found a bug crawling in our apartment (yep, little legs kicking out of her mouth...it was awesome) or the time we convinced a neighbor child that the bird poop dried to his front steps was a cool new kind of candy (yes, he ate it...his mom was PISSED) or my cousin eating a moth, or was it a lightning bug? (nevermind...he was paid by aforementioned uncles) Either way, the next time your little darling grabs a fossilized french fry off the floor of the car, snags a fruit snack from the floor at Target, or is enjoying some other treat you KNOW you don't currently have in your pantry just remember: what does not kill them will make them stronger...or something like that...
I will be the first to admit that I have served my children a "totally popcorn dinner" and my toddler has had her fair share of nothin-but-fruit-snacks for breakfast. A daily occurrence are my half-hearted attempts to prevent a child from eating a "car floor snack" because I'll tell ya, I don't remember the last friggin time I bought Cocoa Puffs but damn if my toddler wasn't snacking on one just yesterday...at least I hope it was a Cocoa Puff. Nights that dad is at work late are cause for celebration because my kids know that it won't take very much to talk me into a bowl of cereal or a pb&j for dinner. It's just a few nights, Apple Jacks twice in one day won't kill them, right? For the most part I control what my children eat, as most parents do. However, there are those times that our children ingest something that not only did we not serve to them, we would not eat if you paid us...
Growing up, my grandparents had a wonderful little dog named Spook. Little black and white furball who was adored by all of the grandchildren. We would often fight over who got to feed Spook, as his entree choice was above and beyond the typical dried dog food. You see, our friend Spook dined on Gaines Burgers. These fabulous little congealed, compacted, pungent patties were to be crumbled into his bowl...fascinating to any child and way more fun than the dried stuff. Ugh...I just threw up in my mouth a little bit as I can remember the smell and feel of those nasty little buggers like I had one in my hand yesterday. Anyway, we would race to the kitchen and knock each other over in our quest to be the feeder-of-Spook for that particular day. This was so much better than getting a scoop of dried dog food pebbles; you'd take the disgusting little patty and have to crumble it up in your hands to create small, bite-size pieces...barf, barf, and barf. Of course, a visual may help:
I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. And yes, any young child in my family who was a feeder-of-Spook at one time or another sampled a bit of Gaines Burger. Ask any of them...if they say no, they're lying. Ask their parents, they watched in horror, gagged a little bit and went about their business (except my uncles, they probably laughed their asses off) But it happens...kids eat weird shit. Things we as adults would never dream of ingesting purposefully. Now that you're probably dry-heaving over your morning cup of coffee, think of the non-food items that one of your children or someone elses child ate. Nasty, isn't it?
I will apologize now as I've likely ruined your appetite for the day with not only the description of the Gaines burger BUT a picture as well, so I'll spare you the details of the time my oldest found a bug crawling in our apartment (yep, little legs kicking out of her mouth...it was awesome) or the time we convinced a neighbor child that the bird poop dried to his front steps was a cool new kind of candy (yes, he ate it...his mom was PISSED) or my cousin eating a moth, or was it a lightning bug? (nevermind...he was paid by aforementioned uncles) Either way, the next time your little darling grabs a fossilized french fry off the floor of the car, snags a fruit snack from the floor at Target, or is enjoying some other treat you KNOW you don't currently have in your pantry just remember: what does not kill them will make them stronger...or something like that...
Not so natural...
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Speaking of..well...ummm, CRAP, we might as well BRIEFLY continue. I cherish those beloved moments where our cherubs announce every bodily function. My kids need to walk THROUGH their adjoining bathroom in the middle of the night to tell me that they, well...have to go to the bathroom. They don't require help, just an audience apparently. I am the opposite. I relish in the 3 seconds of quiet I get before they hunt me down and either pound on the door until they wear me down or pick the lock. Same goes with the noisy release...which my husband still shrugs and without apology and states in a GET OVER YOURSELF manner "It's natural". I am sorry. Nothing about an adult pooping in their pants in the middle of the living room is "natural". My kids have inherited this lovely trait. Just in case you didn't hear the reverberation from their little bodies and see the cartoon-like green fog envelope them, they feel the need to announce in their outside voice "I JUST FARTED" while you are quietly handing your insurance card over to the receptionist at the quiet dental office. At that point, all you can do is flash a sheepish smile while trying to hide the flop sweat that just overtook your whole body and PRAY that this kind soul (as well as the 5 other patients) staring at you in that "Are you going to repsond to your impolite barnyard spawn?" is also a mother. So you take what psychologists now call this "teaching moment" and kindly say "You just need to excuse yourself when that happens". To which your freckle-faced angel matter-of-factly states "I didn't sneeze, I farted." THIS very moment is why I realize that I carry a purse the size of Connecticut...so I can crawl inside and hide. And perhaps find some year-old saltines and maybe a fossilized fruit snack or two.
It is moments like this when you realize why animals eat their young.....
So at this point, you get the idea of our blog. And hopefully you have enjoyed it. Keep in mind that this is new and this week's topic was so NOT planned, it just happened. And we usually are not this graphic and gross. We save that talk for the Thanksgiving table, etc. We have also gotten a few questions. And here are some answers.
1) Do you find these stories and post them? No. We write these stories and they are true accounts of what has happened, which is why we started this blog as a form of therapy.
2) What do you do besides write this blog? We are real-life sisters who are lucky enough (that is today's feeling anyway) to be stay-at-home moms. We have both worked, worked from home, and now we stay at home. We have done it all, so we feel we can relate with all types of moms out there. God bless us, every one.
3)Where do you see this blog going? These questions alone are a good start. We are still going to share our crazy "Why does this stuff only seem to happen to me" stories. But we are also going to expand and want you to share your stories. So many of you have said "YES! I have so been there." and that is what we wanted. We will also have a Q/A section. We are by no means parenting experts, but we have learned a lot from other great moms and up to this point our kids have not been taken away by CPS, so I feel that alone is a success and reason to answer a few simple parenting questions. We will also have recipes on here eventually...as soon as we find something our kids will actually eat.
Here is a question for you all: Where would YOU like to see this blog going? Send us a message and give us your feedback and ideas
Thanks for following! I hope your epidural lasts through the weekend.....
It is moments like this when you realize why animals eat their young.....
So at this point, you get the idea of our blog. And hopefully you have enjoyed it. Keep in mind that this is new and this week's topic was so NOT planned, it just happened. And we usually are not this graphic and gross. We save that talk for the Thanksgiving table, etc. We have also gotten a few questions. And here are some answers.
1) Do you find these stories and post them? No. We write these stories and they are true accounts of what has happened, which is why we started this blog as a form of therapy.
2) What do you do besides write this blog? We are real-life sisters who are lucky enough (that is today's feeling anyway) to be stay-at-home moms. We have both worked, worked from home, and now we stay at home. We have done it all, so we feel we can relate with all types of moms out there. God bless us, every one.
3)Where do you see this blog going? These questions alone are a good start. We are still going to share our crazy "Why does this stuff only seem to happen to me" stories. But we are also going to expand and want you to share your stories. So many of you have said "YES! I have so been there." and that is what we wanted. We will also have a Q/A section. We are by no means parenting experts, but we have learned a lot from other great moms and up to this point our kids have not been taken away by CPS, so I feel that alone is a success and reason to answer a few simple parenting questions. We will also have recipes on here eventually...as soon as we find something our kids will actually eat.
Here is a question for you all: Where would YOU like to see this blog going? Send us a message and give us your feedback and ideas
Thanks for following! I hope your epidural lasts through the weekend.....
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