Okay, Okay. I'm In.

I debated about it, I thought about it, I blogged about it and then, late last night, I did it. I signed up to participate in National Blog Posting Month again this year. NaBloPoMo. I figured what better way to celebrate RMM's blogiversary than to do the same thing I did last year.

For those of you that have never heard of it or are debating taking the plunge, I highly recommend it. The premise is simple, at least one blog, everyday, for one month. November. If you are blogging regularly, it is well worth it to try. If you aren't, it really helps get your juices going. Your mindset corrected to blogging regularly. It helps you get more comfortable with your ideas and putting them out. Sounds weird but trust me, come a week and a half in and you are blogging about random things to get your day in. Plus, you might win prizes!

Its free to join in and you might win a prize and you get your juices flowing and you build your post count and you might gain new followers. Reason enough, right? Thought so.

Let me know if you plan on joining in! We can band together and keep each other sharp. It helps to have some accountability! Starts tomorrow, so go sign up already.

Mommy Confessions

Ok, so we all have them. I have decided its time to stop keeping them to myself in hopes that other mommies will realize that none of us are perfect. Here are my dirty little secrets for the week in hopes it will encourage me to be better. What are yours?

~ I had to lock my kids out of my garage. Its the first time we have ever had to baby proof anything besides electrical outlets (and even they don't keep them from messing with them). I have never believed in gates or cabinet locks or anything like that. I just.. watch them. This time though, enough was enough and I got tired of telling D that the garage is not a play room. That and "Stop luring your brother into the garage and slamming the door in his face. He doesn't like to be alone out there.".

~ While giving the boys a tub the other night, I was cleaning the ick off the back of the bathroom door, the boys splashing and giggling behind me. Then: THUMP. Then: screaming. I spun around and K was out of the tub on all fours screaming his head off. Ensue freak out. He has been trying his damnedest to climb into the tub all week to no avail. He loves bath time. It never occurred to me that he would try to climb out of the bath tub. That he did though and landed smack on his forehead. He cried like I had smacked him for a few minutes, that sad, broken hearted cry but he was fine in a minute. I kept him up past his bedtime just to make sure he was okay and the next morning he didn't even have a bruise. Still scared the crap out of his Mama though. If he can get out, its only a matter of time he can get in.

~ D drank almost an entire cup of coffee yesterday. I got up like usual, got my coffee and then set it on the counter when I heard K waking up. After I got him all nursed and changed, I went looking for my coffee. It wasn't where I had left it. Or at least where I thought I had left it. Then I realized D had my cup.. and it was empty... and he was saying "Mmmm- mmm Mama! Thats soo gooooooood.". It was an interesting, very exciting morning after that. Kid can literally scale buildings with enough coffee in him apparently. 

Only three this week. Not that I have been good, but I have only slept a total of about 6 hours all week. Brains... not.... working...

Wordless Wednesday

Technical Difficulties

I haz them. More specifically, the screen on my laptop is busted. It's been going for awhile now but it finally bit the dust this weekend. I think we can hook it up to the TV until we can afford to fix it but I have to remember to get one.

The frustrating thing is this id apparently a common problem with this model but of course it is no longer under warranty. Go figure.

So, I will still be posting from my phone but no promises. Wish me luck and if you see me out, remind me about the HDMI cable. 

Fun Times AND Free Food For You!

So, last week was... interesting. Long. If you follow me on the Twitter though, then you already know this but on Wednesday I had the opportunity to attend a bloggers lunch here in the ATL with lots of local lady bloggers and their little ones (after terrorizing the water and power company that is). Which was fun enough but we also all got to try out Wendy's new Pick Two menu too as part of the deal.

If you aren't familiar with the new Pick Two deal at Wendy's, you should make yourself so. No really. You have the choice of a half premium salad, which was way bigger than I expected and you can also chose either a jr. bacon cheeseburger, baked potato, chicken to go wrap things, a small chili, a bottled water, or a small frosty/soft drink. For $4.99. Nice, right?

The Menu

We were all given a $7 Wendy’s gift card to purchase our lunch which was great. I had the Baja salad and a baked potato with sour cream and butter. Yeah, I picked the healthiest options. NOT. A small drink just isn't big enough for me either. I would have been refilling that about a million times. So I added a large drink to my Pick Two deal and it came out to just over 7 bucks, so definitely a good deal. It was a pretty good lunch for that price anyway. I was full but not painfully so. A healthy full I guess. Even though my salad was smothered in chili. Oh hell yes.

Baja Salad

Baked Potato with Sour Cream and Butter

I had an awesome time talking and getting to know the other local bloggers too. There were actually more of us than I realized even. I got to have lunch with Meghan from JaMonkey and Lindsay from Just My Blog but there were lots of others there and it was nice to finally put some names to faces and get to know a few of the others in our area. I wish I had remembered the business cards I had printed up but I am lame and left them home. Or I was just a tad bit frazzled by the time I woke up, realized we had no power or water, got dressed in the dark, terrorized the power and water company with my children and angrily drove to the meeting place. (Can you tell I am not over that yet?)

The group (Pic courtesy of JaMonkey)

Now, here is the exciting part for you'uns. What, never heard that before? Its a southern thing apparently. Anyway, exciting thing: I have a $7 gift card to give away to one of you! Nice, yeah?

So, yeah, here is what you need to do to enter:

Follow my blog and leave me a comment saying you do and what you would pick out of the choices if you were going to get it. Or that you like monkeys in tutus. Or just something so I know you want to participate. That is it. Not going to make you go all out and bother friends and stuff to win a $7 gift card. Of course, if you want to tell other people about it, then send them on over but its not necessary.

DISCLAIMER: I was compensated nicely for this post by TheMotherHood and Wendy’s but the opinions, pics and words are all mine

Mommy Confessions

Ok, so we all have them. I have decided its time to stop keeping them to myself in hopes that other mommies will realize that none of us are perfect. Here are my dirty little secrets for the week in hopes it will encourage me to be better. What are yours?

~Totally gave K eggs the other day, wondered why he refused to eat them and then realized the milk I had mixed into them was expired. Yeah, I'm smooth like that. Lucky for me, he is smart enough to know when Mama is accidentally trying to poison him. I guess thats good, right? Survival of the fittest? Thank goodness D wasn't up yet, he will eat anything.

~Speaking of D eating weird things, he found a little bag of uneaten popcorn in the van the other day and started eating it before I realized what he had. Then I rememberd him getting popcorn at a local festival four days earlier. Did that stop him from eating it? No. Did I take it away and then have to listen to him scream about wanting it back? ... No...

~I was headed out of the house the other day to go to an early appointment (What? 9:45am isn't early?) and as I headed out, I told D to get his shoes on, which he did and then we all piled into the van and took off. It wasn't until we reached our destination that I realized he had on one sandal and one tennis shoe. When I asked him why he said "Don't know Mama, why not?" Little goober.

~On Wednesday, the lovely little town we live in decided to cluster fuck us and turn off our utilities. Lovely little thing about living in the city limits is having city power but county water and apparently they aren't very bright. The power company didn't believe our power was off. They seriously had to send someone out to check. Water people got all confused and cut our water off instead of just transferring it into our name from the landlords even though we had already jumped their loops and paid their deposits. Much Mama anger ensued when I had to go to the offices to speak to them. Of course, I had the boys with me and that usually relates to mass chaos anyway but add in the fact they both woke up as soon as the power went off at 7am and it made it a billion times worse. Literally like the circus had entered.the building. D touched everything in the power office with his sticky sucker hands and I'm pretty sure he made a call to China or worse on their reception room phone while K sat at my feet and hulk baby screamed the entire time. The water office I thought I would be smart and put K in the umbrella stroller so he would be confined. In the end when we left, D had entirely rearranged the magnetic welcome sign to jibberish, moved the trash can to the middle of the floor and layer his brother, stroller and all flat on his back in the middle of the floor. K was not fussing but had a look of terror on his face to match that of the receptionist. Needless to say, I think they will probably be more willing to talk to me over the phone next time.

Minis

One night last week, I went to bed early. I know, shock and awe and all that. Shut up. Anyway, I did but when I did, T tucked me in and I apparently mumbled something about having to finish a blog post. What I meant was, I had one I had scheduled but not added pictures to but he didn't know that and I was exhausted and so he wrote one for me:

Isn't it funny.. how sometimes you could see yourself in your children. I know with D this happens all the time. Mischievous, Playful, and Incredibly handsome ha ha. Sometimes I get so frustrated with him and I know that he is doing just the same thing that his daddy was doing at his age. Of course the coins go into the tape player, that's how you get it to start.


 The amazing thing to me though is how much admiration he has for his little brother. I was the youngest of 4 boys so I never had anyone to look out for. D is so protective of K. When he cries D pats him on the back and tells him it's ok. I am not saying that D hasn't motivated K into doing things that he shouldn't, but there is no doubt that he loves his little buddy.


Now when I think of brothers getting into trouble, the differences between when I was small and now is amazing. Me, no caller id for when I call the pizza place and order 9 pizzas for our neighbors, D goes online and orders the entire neighborhood pizza. Me, went into class with all the answers to my test written to the palm of my hand... D, It's all on his cellphone.


I love my boys so much. They keep the world fun and exciting. I cannot imagine the world without them. Thank you so much for reading this post... I have my own blog page, but as Amy will probably tell you.... there is more traffic at the DMV on sunday then there is on my blog page.

Now, he is totally right about the traffic on his blog. He has had it almost as long as RMM has been around and has 13 posts and two followers. My sister and me.

Anyway, not the point. The point is, D has always been Tommy's mini me. He looks like him, he talks like him, they have almost identical personalities. Mischievous little boogers they are. Very physical and social. They are funny and love to be noticed.

K on the other hand, is just like me. He looks like me, he talks like me (a.k.a. a lot), and we have matching personalities to boot. He is so funny and so infuriating to me at the same time. Stubborn and opinionated like his mama so we tend to butt heads a lot. He is less physical and more mental. If that makes sense.

So, we both got our minis. Of course they do share traits and mix and match on some things. They are an awesome, infallible duo. They play and bounce off each other like Tommy and I do and its pretty funny to see them get into pissing matches. Eerily familiar even.

What about your kids? Do they favor one or the other?

Stuff

Been a long few weeks. We have lived here for two and a half weeks and I am starting to feel settled. We know the where abouts of most of our things. Starting to gradually figure out the town. Etcetera. All quiet on the home front.

We actually got some things done last night that we had been meaning to do. Like replacing the showerhead to help the water pressure. The old one had just had it. The water barely trickled out of the head and down the wall. I guess that is what happens when your house used to be a bachelor pad but I just can't shower that way.

T got the fan up in the play room too. The one that was in there didn't work. Well, the fan part did but the light didn't and it really needs a light in there. Otherwise its as dark as it is outside.

On lights, we also finally got bulbs for the bathroom. Heh. There was only one bulb out of five that worked in our bathroom. Not exactly helpful. Now though, its lit like a gas station. We got the lowest watt bulbs but the bathroom is just small. Too small for that many lights apparently.

Maybe, sort of, starting to feel like home. A home anyway. Not a man cave.

Tommy started a new job this week. Sales just wasn't his thing. He is too nice. Which can be a good thing but not when you are trying to sell someone something they don't necessarily need.

He is excited about the new job and I am excited about some of the things that come with it. Like no more worry about commission goals. He will still have the opportunity to make it but it won't make or break us. He will also be based literally a half mile from the house and won't have to pay his own gas anymore. Talk about financial relief!

I am debating trying NaBloPoMo again this year. I made it through last year but things have gotten a tad more hectic since then. I tend to blog late at night though so maybe it will work out.

It's been bothering me though not being able to post "as much" as I used to. Meaning I usually blog 5 days a week and have skipped a few days lately. Something I'm sure no one but me has noticed.I am OCD like that though. I set a goal and try to stick to it or it bothers me. Probably mostly because once I start letting something slip, I eventually just drop it. If I can't do it perfectly, I don't want to do it anymore. Just another pitfall.

Still though, the idea of posting daily really makes me a little excited but it also makes me worry I will get burnt out. Burn out is no good. Especially when it involves something as therapeutic as blogging.

D has been an enigma here lately. He has been so sweet. Lots of love and kisses but lots of whining and drama as well. I know deep down that he is still adjusting to moving as much as we are but he is too little to understand and voice his concern. He doesn't ask about the old place anymore but you know its there somewhere. Especially at night. He has been asking to sleep with a nightlight the last week or so. He used to not care one way or the other.

I am loving the extra snuggles and kisses though. He is starting to be more social again too. He went through a little shy spell there and it kind of weirded me out. He has always been Mr. Outgoing and for him to show the least bit of shyness has been strange of him. The last few weeks though, he has really come back out of his shell. He has been friendlier with strangers and the like. Not something you would normally encourage but its more normal for him.

K has decided he is going to walk like a pro... as long as you aren't looking. If he catches you looking, he drops down to the floor like you tripped him. D did that too though. Right before he too off like a madman and never looked back. So it looks like I am in real trouble here soon.

Hulk man has also decided that the car is bullshit. He will tolerate his seat for a short trip but if things start taking too long or we stop too long at a light, he works his way to total hysterics at light speed. I am hoping he outgrows this quickly. There is nothing more distracting than a screeching baby in the backseat.

He is becoming more of a daddy's boy here lately too. Which kind of breaks my heart just a little. Its just becoming that balance where Daddy is the playmate and Mama is the comfort. It is still that way with D so I know I should have expected it but still.

Anyway, I guess that is enough rambling for now. If you made it this far, sorry for the scatterbrained-ness but it is literally how my mind works right now. Short bursts. How do you fix that? Maybe a hot bath? Or something fun? I need a stiff drink. Now to find someone who will go with me...

Music Monday

 Music is a huge part of Tommy and I's relationship. Its something we bonded over in the beginning and still connect with now.  I will be posting the lyrics to a song and what it means to me every Monday (hopefully). At least until I run out of interesting things to say (Or I forget). Make sense? Feel free to do your own but please link back to me and add your site to the comments below!


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Smile by Nat King Cole






Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

I love this song. I was driving the other day and this song came one the radio (yes, I was listening to a jazz station, don't judge me) and I really needed to hear it. Just perfect.

What funk?

Or at least sometimes I feel that way. I don't know exactly what it is. I don't know if its a bit of post traumatic stress from the ride of emotions the last few months or what.

The having a house then not having a house. I think I spared you all this story but it was a rollercoaster of a lady telling us we could rent her house and then avoiding our calls to end up telling us she had sold it. 

Then the birthdays, which were fabulous but exhausting.

Plus the four trips to the emergency room in three weeks time. Two for K, one for D and one for me. Two in the same day even.

Then having a house again but trying to get everything packed and moved in three days time while sick without T's help.

The trying to adjust to a new house and city. Its not been pretty guys. I am having some major issues. Its stupid and I know it but it has really messed with my equilibrium.

Plus all the fun fall activities and events. Plus T changing jobs. Plus the boy's never ending energy. Plus weirdness with a friend. Plus missing my sister. Plus all the other general bullshit.

Even *I* knew I needed a break and that says something. I am not the person to ever say no to something. I am always there if I say I will be and I always say I will be. I'm a social beast like that and it has been my downfall more than once.

Recently though, I have been a recluse. I stay at home and play with the boys all day long during the week, and T drags me out on the weekends. I have been trying to figure out what is up with this funk and its not coming easy. I feel so weird even putting this out there. How first world problem am I right now? I just need to be "well" again. I'm not depressed or down or crazy, just unwell. Something I have been through before and been able to work out in quick time but this time its sticking around. The feeling like nothing is right. Like impending doom. Like the world is just about to implode. Not fun. Not fun at all.

This week I intend on doing some soul searching. Figuring out of basis if you will, so bear with me. I've ignored it for too long. Its one of the things I love so much about blogging. The ability to get things out there and get answers and support. To figure yourself out in words and then look over it all and see its all okay.

Fall Fun

 *Sorry this is posting so late, Something was wrong with the photo uploader when I stamped it out earlier today. I figured you probably would want to see the pictures though more than read me ramble on about stuff, so thats why its late. In the day. Yeah.*



Last weekend we went on a fall excursion. We had made plans to head North into the mountains a few weeks back and as much as I thought about backing out, I knew the boys would have a blast. Plus, its a family tradition. Sunday morning, when the boys got up, we picked up my mom and then headed North.

We hit up the same apple farm we go to every year first and spent most of our time there. They have some cool kiddy activities and D was so excited about being on a "real farm" that he could hardly contain himself. We watched the pig races first, which kind of freak me out. Nothing but pigs running in a circle a few times. Just weird. Then we went to their petting farm and D got to pet all kinds of things while K chewed on his shoes. They also have a huge slide and some other little kid kind of stuff. We were there for way longer than we meant to be but the boys were having so much fun it seemed like it was no time at all. When they were ready to leave, we hit up the farm store and got some cider and treats. So. freaking. tasty. 

After that we headed a few miles down the road to the pumpkin patch. We only had an hour before they closed so we hit the hayride first and then picked out our pumpkin. The hayride was pretty cool. The boys enjoyed it muchly. I personally would have enjoyed it more if the tree had been pretty fall colors but what can you do.

D really liked all the super huge pumpkins but we never did really decide what on Earth we would do with a pumpkin bigger than our three year old so we settled for one about the same size as our one year old. Figured that was probably about as much as we would need.


After that, we headed home and all crashed into bed. Hard. It was a great, long, fun, super good day. We had talked about going to a different farm this weekend but I am not sure if we should mess with that.

Mommy Confessions

Ok, so we all have them. I have decided its time to stop keeping them to myself in hopes that other mommies will realize that none of us are perfect. Here are my dirty little secrets for the week in hopes it will encourage me to be better. What are yours?

~K busted his lip again. This time on the garage floor and I have no idea how. I was doing some laundry and he was playing in the garage floor behind me. Next thing I know he was screaming and bleeding everywhere. I have no idea how he went from sitting in the floor to face plant on the concrete. It takes a special skill I think. My poor baby got Mama's clumsy.

~K is also trying to drop a midday nursing. The one right before his nap. I would be a total liar if I said it wasn't killing me. I don't know why it is bothering me so bad. He still nurses great the rest of the day but that feeding, his sleepy feeding, is special to me. He curls up into my chest and snuggles in with his hands between us and drifts off. He does it at night too but the midday one is better because I am not completely exhausted. Who knows, he could still decide not to drop it and I won't force him to do it but it still makes me sad.

~Discovered yesterday my coffee pot is not working right. Not cool. In fact I may have had a minor freak out about it. I didn't used to be a coffee person. I would have the occasional Starbucks here and there and on holidays or whatnot at my mother's house I would have a cup. Then, I had K. At first, I didn't realize how much I needed that morning coffee. It actually wasn't until he started crawling I realized just how much I needed it but I do. Judge me if you must but that morning coffee keeps me sane and for my pot to be on the fritz really kind of freaks me out.

~ Ok, so I admit it, last weekend we went to the apple farm and pumpkin patch and I was not looking forward to going. I knew it was going to be a long day, lots of driving, no naps, etc. Truth is though, we had a blast. The boys slept a little in the car, we had an awesome, outdoor picnic, the boys enjoyed both places way more than I thought they would. It was just all around awesome*. Teach me to feel that way again.

~ The other day, I was out in the front yard poking around with D. Tommy had gone inside to get K out of bed from his nap. After a minute, D heard K start yelling at his daddy (apparently T wasn't changing his diaper fast enough) and told me he was going in to get daddy. About a minute and a half later, T came outside and asked if I was watching D. I told him that he had come in to find him just a second ago and asked if he had not seen him. Oh, he had seen him, only now where he was supposed to be. D had gone in and tried to pour himself a glass of iced tea from the pitcher on the kitchen table and poured the whole, almost full container all over the kitchen. It was everywhere. On the table, the floor, the counters, him, the chairs. Everything was soaked. Teach me to leave full pitchers of tea laying around.

~For those of you keeping track, I am doing a little bit better about the whole moving thing. We finally found our silverware. It was in a box of magazines in our bedroom. Sigh. I was telling my bestie the other day, its just very disorienting. I lived in that apartment complex literally longer than I have ever lived in one place in my whole life. In that town doubly as long. I don't know where anything is anymore and that is so intimidating. T asked me where Wendy's was the other night and I almost just sent him back to the old town rather than bother finding out. That would be the problem with only moving 8 miles away.I think it would have been easier to move cross country.

*Going to try to make a post about our trip tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Wordless Wednesday

Ok, Sort of wordless...

Things I will never understand.

Forgive me the rant here people but seriously, sometimes people do things I just can't understand.

Women that feel the need to bully other women for making choices outside their own. Seriously ladies. There is so much meanness in the world already, can't we just stick together and support each other on the being a mommy thing? Its never ending it seems.

The formula mommies bully the breastfeeding mommies, the breastfeeding mommies get all passive aggressive on the formula mommies. The vaginal birthers get all righteous on the c-section mommies. Crunchy vs. mainstream. It goes on and on.

Fact of the matter is, all of us are making the choices for our own children. I make the choices I believe are healthiest and best for me and MY kids. Unless you are hurting or neglecting your kid, its none of my business what you do with yours. There are things I am passionate about, yes, and if you ask my opinion I will give it but that doesn't mean I am the authority on your life and I expect the same respect out of you.

Then there are the women who allow their husbands to turn into their fathers. Why do some women allow their husbands to tell them when and where they are allowed to go like 12 year old girls? I have heard so many women talk about the reasons they allow their husbands do this and I absolutely still don't get it. When you got married, did they have "I'll do what whatever you say, even if it makes no sense" written in your vows? Because I sure as hell didn't!

I understand respecting your spouse and needing to spend time with them and all that. Its the women who aren't allowed to leave because the laundry isn't finished or because their husbands won't watch the kids or because they are made to feel they have to live and breathe family and aren't supposed to want or need a life outside of that. I know a grown woman who has a curfew. These women need to grow some balls. This thing, this marriage thing, its a partnership ladies. Two way street. We don't live in the stone ages anymore.

Oh, and the mommies that think because they have a camera, photoshop, and kids that they are automatically photographers. I have seen SO many over photoshopped, over processed pictures around the blogs lately and its really starting to make me twitch. You know the ones I'm talking about, don't lie. We all have that one blogger we read that does this.

Now, I am not saying all I ever do is crop a picture but I want my kids to look like my kids. Not eerie, over processed versions of themselves. If you have to over work a photo that much, it wasn't a good photo. Try again. 

The last one is the copy cats. I have heard people say that imitation is the sincerest for of flattery.. but I actually think its pretty pathetic to never have an original thought. Especially as a grown up. Someone has or does something you think is cool, its okay to copy it in your own unique way. Its the people that pull all of their friends ideas and take them as their own. That is just weird and creepy.

Ok, I'll leave you with those. Feels good to let that out in the air. So, who are those people that you just can't stand? The people that make you twitch?

Music Monday

 Music is a huge part of Tommy and I's relationship. Its something we bonded over in the beginning and still connect with now.  I will be posting the lyrics to a song and what it means to me every Monday (hopefully). At least until I run out of interesting things to say (Or I forget). Make sense? Feel free to do your own but please link back to me and add your site to the comments below!


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World Before Columbus by Suzanne Vega



If your love were taken from me
Every color would be black and white
It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
That's the day that I lose half my sight

If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus
Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they never will have you

And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare

If your love were taken from me
Every light that's bright would soon go dim
It would be as dark as the world before Columbus
Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they will never have you

And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare


This myriad of boys I have here. The two little ones and the one older one. I don't think I could ever live without them. They keep me grounded and keep me well rounded. They world just wouldn't be the same without them.

Mommy Confessions

Ok, so we all have them. I have decided its time to stop keeping them to myself in hopes that other mommies will realize that none of us are perfect. Here are my dirty little secrets for the week in hopes it will encourage me to be better. What are yours?

~ First off, I totally forgot about Mommy Confessions last week. Was moving that day though so at least I have a good excuse?

~ The other night, right before bed, I noticed K was crawling around in circles in the floor. Literal circles. At first, his brother and I giggled at him and told him he was silly. Then D yelled "No K! Is a SPIDER!". So of course I jumped up and ran over to him and about the time I realized it was a big nasty looking spider he had been chasing in circles, he snatched it up of the floor and crushed it in his tiny fist in what I can only describe as a hulk maneuver. D and I were both just standing there over him looking at him in disbelief when he went to put the squished spider carcass in his mouth. Ensue hilarity. D started yelling "Ewww No K! Yucky spider! Don't taste it!!" and jumping up and down. Here is where the confession comes in: I wish I could say my reaction was much more adult like but unfortunately I did pretty much the same exact thing. Jumping and screaming like a little kid. It was like a train wreck you couldn't look away from. Luckily, seeing our reaction, K giggled and threw the dead spider down at my feet. I scooped K up and we went in the other room until my blood pressure dropped to a non dangerous level.

~ I got really frustrated at my kids this week. I love them. I love them more than life itself but I had quite a bit on my plate this week and I mostly was frustrated with myself for getting there. It all came to a head when we were at good ol' Walmart and K was screaming at me and throwing things from the cart while D was running every which way and dropping his pants every ten minutes saying he needed to potty. I got K out of the cart and got D by the hand, walked out to the car, got the boys in their seat and me in mine.. and then I lost it. I didn't scream or lash out physically but I just sat there and sobbed for a bit. I regained my composure after a few minutes and put the car in reverse to leave the lot but as soon as I turned to look over my shoulder to back out, D quietly said "I sorry Mama, I wuv you.". Of course then the tears started again. I put the car back in park, unbuckled everyone and we all just sat in the car and snuggled for half an hour. It was more than what I needed to get my head on straight.

~ I got both my boys in my new tub this week to get them all cleaned up and while they were splashing around I thought to myself how they might like it if I turned the jets on for them to play in. Without thinking it through, I reached over and flipped the switch, sending the jets buzzing and sputtering to a start and sending both boys into a screaming, flailing panic trying to evacuate the possessed bath tub as fast at possible. K won't go in my bathroom now.

~ I wish I had more time. More time to be just Mama. More time to snuggle. More time to play. We went to the park yesterday morning while T was home and just rolled in the grass together as a family. It was bliss. Something we need to do much more often. Stupid life, all getting in the way and making things complicated.

~ The new place still doesn't feel like home to me. Its alien and strange. Like living in some sort of weird hotel where all the stuff is yours. We still can't find our silverware and my dryer is out of commission due to an apparent plug conversion shortage so that isn't helping. When you can't eat or wash your clothes in a place, it makes it hard for it to feel like home.


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Wordless Wednesday

Look how cute my kids are! Shiney, shiney!