Apron String Symphony
Out of Tune with Domesticity
Snowball of Stress
Jul 7th
You know that mom that’s yelling at her kids in the grocery store? That’s me. I’m pretty sure I sound like a drill sergeant most of the time. I’m even pretty sure most of my friends think I’m just flat out too harsh sometimes. Probably even a little overbearing. 98% of my day is spent yelling. At my kids. Or telling them to do something. I don’t ask, I command. And I don’t raise my voice, I scream.
I hate that.
I wish I were the mom who is cool in the face of everything. I wish I could maintain my calm even when my kids have squished half the bread department and broken a jar of jam that shattered all over aisle four. But who am I kidding? I can’t mainting my calm in public; I can’t even maintain it in the comfort of my own home.
It alway starts small. This morning, for example, it was my two year old waking up crying and demanding milk in one of his favorite bottles in disguise cups. Nothing to start the day off right like a tantrum at 7am, that subsequently wakes up the baby. Good thing big brother (who is sleeping on More >
Doomsday
Jul 6th
The holiday was good. Saturday evening we went to a friend’s house for pot luck and grilling and board games. Loads of fun! Sunday, we lounged around until it was time to head out to a sponsored “family fun day” and fireworks with some friends. For $15/car load, we enjoyed bouncy houses, water slides, face painting (which was rushed because our kids got to that booth late, and while everyone else had full face tigers, etc., Adrien ended up with a red “Batman” that looked nothing like Batman. Jude had wanted Elmo, but got a red star. He always gets stars.) and more. The food was a little overpriced, of course ($5 for a burger and chips from Outback Steakhouse or $8 for a pizza from Dominoes)…but the money (at least part) was going to a good cause. It was put on by a ministry that caters to young women who experience unplanned pregnancies. They even do career placement and whatnot, as well as teaching the girls how to be moms. It was fun. The boys looooved the fireworks. Evie slept through them.
Good thing Monday was a holiday for Andi. It gave me one extra day to keep him here at More >
And then, There was bed time.
Jul 2nd
Some days are wonderful and glorious and fun. This? Was not one of them.
Some days drag on, skip nap time and aggravate in general. I’ve had bad days. Bad days. Today wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t wonderful and glorious and fun, either. Jude slept in his bed, all night, for the second night in a row. I know, why wasn’t it a glorious day? That little tidbit was glorious. So that’s how the day started out. He woke up at 6ish and came and ended up in bed with us, and the only reason I think he woke up was because Adrien had peed in his bed in the middle of the night and decided it was okay to turn the light on and leave it that way. So Jude really gets kudos for sleeping in a brightly lit room for however many hours. Anyway, we all ended up sleeping until after 9 (with the exception of Adrien, of course, and he just milled about and whined for breakfast and tinkered and whatnot). Again, why wasn’t it glorious?
Coffee came with creamer. Coffee, was glorious.
But I went on and on. The day went on. And on. And on. I don’t think I More >
Poop Stamp Strikes Again
Jul 1st
So yesterday I was all cry-ish and Dolly Depressed-a-lot all day. Post partum hormones were rampant and I was all Hey where’s my life going because I’m no longer the oven for buns any more. But I really think that all started because in the wee hours of the morn, I discovered a truth I’d known was coming since the morning before: I only had enough creamer left for one cup of coffee.
Dun, dun, dun….
I mean, that’d put a damper on anyone’s day, right?
But my wonderful husband went to the wonder land of Wal-Mart last night and he brought me back creamer. So this morning hasn’t been too bad, and hopefully I’ll keep the icky Sad I’m not a gestating bread machine thoughts at bay.
This is how my morning has gone, however: upon waking — or being roused by the rustlings of a four year old who wakes up too early (although later than lots of kids) — I discovered that Jude, my 23 month old who still does not sleep through the night, actually did that. He slept through the night. In his bed. Which is mind boggling, really. Took me a while to figure out that the pillow on More >
I hate this blog
Jun 30th
I would just like to start by saying:
I hate this blog.
I hate everything it used to be because a few iditoic people ruined it for me. I really used to love to write on here, but I think it’s more than obvious that I haven’t written anything lately. Except maybe a grocery list or two.
But I have a lot to say. When do I never not have anything to say? Never. And so this is my blog and I’m going to use it accordingly. If you don’t like what I have to say, even if I’m saying it about you, please feel free to contact me directly. Or you can just go and have all of your friends write nasty stuff on my site. Ya’ know…either way.
Whatev.
My life has a lot going on right now. I just had our last baby: Evie Snow. She was born on June 18. She’s our only girl. My Stepdad is dying of lung cancer…because 5 out of 6 Americans will either die of cancer or heart disease. Our house is going to auction on August 3rd (yes, that’s right: foreclosure. And it was our choice). Not to mention my 4 year old and my More >