It's been a very long couple of days. I seriously have no more patience. I also don't have any more smiles or eye lash batting left in me. I can't make any babies smile right now or even whisper to kittens to be good... I'm done for the week. I'm just done.
I got an ingrown toe nail removed yesterday. Yes, TMI, maybe but almost everyone gets one in their lives and well there you go... It would be such a big deal if I didn't have the DIABEETUS! I was telling my friend that I can't even say "diabetes" without saying it like "diabeetus!" It's funny and I always laugh to myself. But I digress, so I got this "nail spike" removed as my doctor called it and he told me to keep off of it for a couple of days. Umm, I'm a mom. A mom of twins. A mom of very active twins. There is NO SUCH THINGS! Since I got the toe shot I was toe numb so I decided to go have coffee with mah homegirls. Then it happened, the pain. Shooting through my toe, holy crap! Came home and I swear codeine didn't take the edge off so I od'd on some ibuprofen and that worked. The MIL picked up my kids at school and she brought me a big old Jamba Juice which is delicious but I think that she's secretly trying to kill me since she often forgets that I have the diabeetus. But you know that a mom's time to recuperate is only so long, dinner had to be made and the kids had to be bathed and what not. Everything got done and my day was over by 11:00pm.
Fast-forward to today... I had a rough start. Mostly because I have the most comfortable sheets in the world and I didn't' want to get out of bed. I can be perfectly functional in my bed I think, except for that pesky take the kids to school thing. I suppose I can't do that from the comfort of my bed... took the babies to school (they are not babies but sometimes i call them that) and drove over to Peet's and picked up the wrong coffee, doctored up said coffee with a nice amount of nutmeg and then got called for the right cup of coffee. CRIPES! So the guy whose coffee I doctored up was such a nice guy. He asked me, "What did you put in it?" and I told him sheepishly, "Umm, some nutmeg" and he's all, "Hey that's great! Thanks! I'll take it!" WOW! That was awesome! So I picked up my right coffee and then while trying to put nutmeg in, I broke the nutmeg thingy. Oh no! The nice boy (Jeanette's boyfriend) fixed it for me and I got my nutmeg! Victory! Then as I was walking back from buy pumpkin pie bagels at Panera (no, not diabeetus friendly) I dropped the monstrosity of a book that my book club is reading on my big toe. You know, the one that got the "nail spike" removed. Oh the pain. Moving on, moving on... off to Big O Tires to get some tires for the swagger wagon. 3 hours later, for real, three hours later, even after the guy told me to hang out, it won't take long, the minivan was ready. Had some lunch with mah homegirl and then it was off to do some O's and E's before I went to pick up the kids at school. Teacake had a cub scout meeting, HRH had to get feathers for her pumpkin in disguise, then before I knew it, time to pick up the boy child and come home, get homework done and make dinner.
My toe hurts. I'm kinda done. There is no point to this story. This is just my life.
Showing posts with label being a mom. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Friday, September 23, 2011
7 days!
I did in fact finish off the 7 days of no yelling. It was a success however about 15 days into it, I yelled at my kids because it couldn't be avoided! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I felt better and now I am very careful about what I yell at them about which is a good thing.
All in all, it made me realize that I yelled at my kiddos way too much. Not saying that it didn't feel good because yelling for me is a release but it made me really start tinking about other ways to communicate with the kids and make things really happen. There was a couple of days there that they just flat out didn't listen to me at all because they knew that I wasn't going to yell at them. Those little turkeys but that pretty much stopped after I told them that I wanted to yell at them so bad that I was doing everything I could in my power not to yell at them. They bought it and stopped.
Anyway, YES! If I can do it, you can do it too. Try it!
I felt better and now I am very careful about what I yell at them about which is a good thing.
All in all, it made me realize that I yelled at my kiddos way too much. Not saying that it didn't feel good because yelling for me is a release but it made me really start tinking about other ways to communicate with the kids and make things really happen. There was a couple of days there that they just flat out didn't listen to me at all because they knew that I wasn't going to yell at them. Those little turkeys but that pretty much stopped after I told them that I wanted to yell at them so bad that I was doing everything I could in my power not to yell at them. They bought it and stopped.
Anyway, YES! If I can do it, you can do it too. Try it!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Since I've been Gone
I've been gone from the bloggersphere... It's just because I was on vacation for 3 weeks and then school started and then and then and then... well you know, being a stay at home mom is tough! Who am I kidding? It is tough but in a totally different kind of way.
So I started this thing yesterday. I'm going to try to go 7 days without yelling at my kiddos. It's going to be hard because my first reaction to when they do something that I know they know better is to yell. So far I have not yelled for 24 hours. That's a start. I'm going to pray on it though... I need help with this. I keep telling myself that yelling doesn't solve anything. It really doesn't. It just irritates me and makes my kids feel all anxious and what not.
I was talking to a friend today and she reminded me about how we, mothers, are like the heart of our household. That whatever we are feeling and how we are acting is kind of the tone that is set in the house. It's true. I forgot about that. When I'm calm, the kids and the husb are all calm. It's nice. When I'm stressed out, everyone is grumpasaurus'... So we will try this little experiment out. I will try to remember to write about it and see how it goes, maybe I will never yell at my kids again! HA!
So I started this thing yesterday. I'm going to try to go 7 days without yelling at my kiddos. It's going to be hard because my first reaction to when they do something that I know they know better is to yell. So far I have not yelled for 24 hours. That's a start. I'm going to pray on it though... I need help with this. I keep telling myself that yelling doesn't solve anything. It really doesn't. It just irritates me and makes my kids feel all anxious and what not.
I was talking to a friend today and she reminded me about how we, mothers, are like the heart of our household. That whatever we are feeling and how we are acting is kind of the tone that is set in the house. It's true. I forgot about that. When I'm calm, the kids and the husb are all calm. It's nice. When I'm stressed out, everyone is grumpasaurus'... So we will try this little experiment out. I will try to remember to write about it and see how it goes, maybe I will never yell at my kids again! HA!
Monday, July 4, 2011
if it doesn't fit, you must acquit
I spent my morning watching the rebuttal argument for the prosecution for the Casey Anthony murder case. I have opinions. Boy, do I!
My opinion: She did it. She did it accidentally, but she did it. She didn't like the responsibility that came with being a mother and she needed to do something to keep up her life as a mom and the life she wanted. Since there was no baby sitter, she decided that Caylee needed to go everywhere she went, even if it was by forced sleep in the trunk of the car. Poor baby.
I have often heard that after a woman gives birth she will automatically know what to do because she is a mom now. I couldn't disagree with that more. So what! You're a mom and yes, there are some moments when you know exactly what to do but being a mother to young children is a very very difficult task and sometimes it's just NOT pretty. There are something that do come naturally and then there are things that one has to learn as a mother. You don't know the different cries of a baby, you have to learn that and the only way to learn that is by listening to your baby cry. And babies crying isn't exactly relaxing and soothing. Trial by fire.
There is a learning curve in motherhood. A girl can't have a child and then be asked to act responsibly and do the right thing all the time because the truth is, when you're 19, the right thing to do is party and hang out with friends and act a fool. Now that's not true for everybody. I know that but for the majority of the 19 year olds I knew (or was for that matter) partying and being social was a top priority. That was a top priority for Casey Anthony. She was a very selfish person, as we all tend to be at that age. Life experience changes that and she hadn't experienced life enough to know how to be a good mother to someone. It's easy to play with a baby and dress them and feed them peas but then you leave them with their parent and go away. That wasn't true for Casey. No matter how much her parents supported her, no matter all that her parents did for her, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to save Caylee.
Maybe Casey wanted to have her cake and eat it too. I'm sure she wanted to be awesome and amazing and still be able to do all the things that she wanted to do. She wanted to go out and have fun, have boyfriends, have flings, take part in bar contests and be a good mother. She wanted to do all that all at the same time, but the truth is, you can't really do all that. Maybe there a couple of people who can get away with that, but seriously, one can't do that without a baby sitter and without some serious judgment from a whole lot of people. And if you are the kind of person who cares about what other people think of you, forget it.
The person I think has really be put through the ringer though is her father, George Anthony. Poor George. That man was accused of covering up an accidental death, molesting his daughter and having an affair with an unknown woman. This man was so torn up that his granddaughter was missing and then found dead that he wanted to commit suicide and end his own misery. This is a man who according to people who knew him, loved his granddaughter so much he turned his life upside down to please Caylee. He knew the names of her baby dolls, my goodness! That's a grandpa for you! He defended Casey and wanted to help her. He tried to help her, even when she was sitting in jail, yelling and cursing at his wife. He asked her how he could help her and Casey kept lying. Casey kept manipulating him. She tugged at his heartstrings and continued to play him anyway she wanted. He didn't do it. He didn't molest Casey. He didn't find Caylee at the bottom of the pool. He didn't want to kill himself because of the guilt he felt at covering up the "accidental" death of a baby he loved more than life itself. It just didn't happen.
Anyway, I'm all over the place here, namely because my kiddos are all over the place here and I need to be a good mother and shower them with attention. Wrapping it up here, Casey did what she wanted to do, she always did and when people finally started to tell her to "mom-up" she was determined to continue doing what she wanted to do and how she wanted to do it, only she was going to have to do it without the support of people who wanted her to grow up. She had to do it while dragging Caylee around everywhere she went. She was going to have to do it without a baby sitter and she was going to have to do it while lying about everything from friends, boyfriends and employment. It's a very sad situation that has touched so many peoples lives. It makes mothers angry! It made a woman try to cover up the sins of her daughter, it made a man want to kill himself. The death of a vivacious toddler has changed that way we look at young single mothers. Now they have to step up their game even more. Even the ones who are already doing it the right way... That's a sad state.
My opinion: She did it. She did it accidentally, but she did it. She didn't like the responsibility that came with being a mother and she needed to do something to keep up her life as a mom and the life she wanted. Since there was no baby sitter, she decided that Caylee needed to go everywhere she went, even if it was by forced sleep in the trunk of the car. Poor baby.
I have often heard that after a woman gives birth she will automatically know what to do because she is a mom now. I couldn't disagree with that more. So what! You're a mom and yes, there are some moments when you know exactly what to do but being a mother to young children is a very very difficult task and sometimes it's just NOT pretty. There are something that do come naturally and then there are things that one has to learn as a mother. You don't know the different cries of a baby, you have to learn that and the only way to learn that is by listening to your baby cry. And babies crying isn't exactly relaxing and soothing. Trial by fire.
There is a learning curve in motherhood. A girl can't have a child and then be asked to act responsibly and do the right thing all the time because the truth is, when you're 19, the right thing to do is party and hang out with friends and act a fool. Now that's not true for everybody. I know that but for the majority of the 19 year olds I knew (or was for that matter) partying and being social was a top priority. That was a top priority for Casey Anthony. She was a very selfish person, as we all tend to be at that age. Life experience changes that and she hadn't experienced life enough to know how to be a good mother to someone. It's easy to play with a baby and dress them and feed them peas but then you leave them with their parent and go away. That wasn't true for Casey. No matter how much her parents supported her, no matter all that her parents did for her, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to save Caylee.
Maybe Casey wanted to have her cake and eat it too. I'm sure she wanted to be awesome and amazing and still be able to do all the things that she wanted to do. She wanted to go out and have fun, have boyfriends, have flings, take part in bar contests and be a good mother. She wanted to do all that all at the same time, but the truth is, you can't really do all that. Maybe there a couple of people who can get away with that, but seriously, one can't do that without a baby sitter and without some serious judgment from a whole lot of people. And if you are the kind of person who cares about what other people think of you, forget it.
The person I think has really be put through the ringer though is her father, George Anthony. Poor George. That man was accused of covering up an accidental death, molesting his daughter and having an affair with an unknown woman. This man was so torn up that his granddaughter was missing and then found dead that he wanted to commit suicide and end his own misery. This is a man who according to people who knew him, loved his granddaughter so much he turned his life upside down to please Caylee. He knew the names of her baby dolls, my goodness! That's a grandpa for you! He defended Casey and wanted to help her. He tried to help her, even when she was sitting in jail, yelling and cursing at his wife. He asked her how he could help her and Casey kept lying. Casey kept manipulating him. She tugged at his heartstrings and continued to play him anyway she wanted. He didn't do it. He didn't molest Casey. He didn't find Caylee at the bottom of the pool. He didn't want to kill himself because of the guilt he felt at covering up the "accidental" death of a baby he loved more than life itself. It just didn't happen.
Anyway, I'm all over the place here, namely because my kiddos are all over the place here and I need to be a good mother and shower them with attention. Wrapping it up here, Casey did what she wanted to do, she always did and when people finally started to tell her to "mom-up" she was determined to continue doing what she wanted to do and how she wanted to do it, only she was going to have to do it without the support of people who wanted her to grow up. She had to do it while dragging Caylee around everywhere she went. She was going to have to do it without a baby sitter and she was going to have to do it while lying about everything from friends, boyfriends and employment. It's a very sad situation that has touched so many peoples lives. It makes mothers angry! It made a woman try to cover up the sins of her daughter, it made a man want to kill himself. The death of a vivacious toddler has changed that way we look at young single mothers. Now they have to step up their game even more. Even the ones who are already doing it the right way... That's a sad state.
Monday, March 21, 2011
you've been warned
I think that once we become pregnant something goes off in our heads that makes us feel like we can never ever have a life outside of our kids. Once you give birth, I think that same button that gets pushed also tells you that you can no longer say certain things out loud because you will be perceived, by everyone who hears you, to be a bad mama....
I'm glad to say that I realized, it's not true.
There are times when I long for my old life. It's one of those things where you want your cake and eat it too. I want to have my kiddos around but I also want to be able to be a little reckless with beer sometimes and have guilt-free time with my husband. I want to be able to do things on whims and maybe eat hot dogs and cake for dinner. Doesn't happen though. Partly because can you imagine a near 40 year old woman going to Gilman St. and listening to punk rock bands or dying her hair some crazy colour or even better, what if I still had all my original piercings in? Oh yeh, that would be awesome!
I realize that we have responsibilities now and that we are role models to our children but I also realize that I had a damn fun life BC (BC=Before Children).
I'm glad to say that I realized, it's not true.
There are times when I long for my old life. It's one of those things where you want your cake and eat it too. I want to have my kiddos around but I also want to be able to be a little reckless with beer sometimes and have guilt-free time with my husband. I want to be able to do things on whims and maybe eat hot dogs and cake for dinner. Doesn't happen though. Partly because can you imagine a near 40 year old woman going to Gilman St. and listening to punk rock bands or dying her hair some crazy colour or even better, what if I still had all my original piercings in? Oh yeh, that would be awesome!
I realize that we have responsibilities now and that we are role models to our children but I also realize that I had a damn fun life BC (BC=Before Children).
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