Yes, we all have out struggles as moms and women. And yes, it's always nice to hear that there are other women out there who experience the same things you do. You know, getting more help from hubby, staying home with kiddies vs going back to work, dinner/cleaning/laundry/etc.
There are some women who you meet and see and you think, WOW, they have it all together and get it all done. And you wonder...HOW??? But then you start talking to them and realize that they don't quite have everything together all the time and you somehow feel a little better about yourself. Is that bad?? And of course, you sometimes find a little bit of jealousy for other things that they do/have. But, alas, that would bring us back to the whole 'the grass is always greener' scenario, right??
So, when you are picking up that dish, yet again to wash (b/c there is a never-ending stream of dishes...it's another one of my Harry Potter things...they just magically appear randomly even when you think they are all done for the night) or those magnets from the fridge, or leaving your child with a sitter or daycare, or nagging your hubby to help, or trying to get your children to get along/clean up their mess/make beds/stop whining/etc... KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!
OK...that's all for now!! Have a great HOT day. Gonna go try and set up a small pool for the kiddies today:)
Holiday pic
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
On being Honest...
You know, let's be honest here...how honest can one be?/ Especially when I probably know all of you reading this blog...right?? So, let me tell you some things about myself, okay?? I can be honest with myself...ha ha ha
I hate to be wrong...ever. I don't take a shower everyday...and sometimes I can't remember when I took one last...I have pimples in my head (yuck...they suck) and sometimes on my face. Ummmmm, really??? Didn't we all go through puberty, now I have to do it again??? I hate bullshit and I don't bullshit back!!
I love my kids and my husband...even when they get on my nerves. I will always love my kids unconditionally...no matter what they do. My husband...I will always love him even if I can't stand him sometimes, if that makes any sense??? He is a great dad to his kids and occasionally he can surprise me as a hubby too:)
I like my wine and I miss my cigarettes. I love to bake and make other people happy eating my stuff!! I try my hand at cooking and am pretty good at it...I just don't know how to chop and dice and stuff. All in all, my kids should consider themselves lucky to have me as their chef!!
I have a very low self-esteem on most days but cover it up well with my stand-offishness or bitchiness. Though, I've discovered that I really don't care what anyone else thinks these days and am starting to really like myself. Wow, that only took like 36 years...here's hoping I can instill confidence in my children.
Friendships- yes, I am always learning how to be a good friend. I was always shy in high school (Ok, so I wasn't allowed to do anything other than school stuff and work so why bother, right). I think I started to blossom in college but I am still figuring out and learning who I want to be.
I am a mess when it comes to fashion and hair and make-up. I just don't know how to really do any of it. I hate the 'natural' red on my face...I hate my 'big' lips (my nickname in middle school was Fish Lips... soooooo, it may be hip now, I was made fun of for them at a very vulnerable age, ok????)
I don't always connect with DJ even though I try. I get frustrated when all of them want dadyy all the time and would rather have daddy do stuff with them...jealous, perhap??? But, maybe it's just a feeling of not being wanted?? Does that make sense??
I am a very sensitive person and sometimes jump to the wrong conclusions. I will cry like a baby, laugh like a hyena, and walk like a soldier when I have too...
Some days I look in the mirror and I think, wow- I am pretty and not as fat/big as I thought. And then, there are those days where I just don't want to look in the mirror for fear of what I'll see.
I learned today that we all need to Laugh, Listen and Look!! I'd also add in there- Love, Live and Learn. Oh, and going back to my college days...here's what I always insisted to everyone I met- You must get 3 hugs daily so that you feel loved and someone feels loved back. More is better...but no less than 3. I am lucky b/c I can always get at least 4 a day (see, there is a definite plus to having several children). And, with Max and Franny girls around, I pretty much get an unlimited supply of snuggles!!!
And so, here is my final thought of this entry (my random thought): don't let your almost 3 year old take a box of wipes out of your sight...he will take them all out, try to wipe the butt of an American Girl doll and put them all back in the container...lol...and, they will all be ripped in half so that when I go to wipe his butt, I only have 1/2 a wipe to do it with...
I hate to be wrong...ever. I don't take a shower everyday...and sometimes I can't remember when I took one last...I have pimples in my head (yuck...they suck) and sometimes on my face. Ummmmm, really??? Didn't we all go through puberty, now I have to do it again??? I hate bullshit and I don't bullshit back!!
I love my kids and my husband...even when they get on my nerves. I will always love my kids unconditionally...no matter what they do. My husband...I will always love him even if I can't stand him sometimes, if that makes any sense??? He is a great dad to his kids and occasionally he can surprise me as a hubby too:)
I like my wine and I miss my cigarettes. I love to bake and make other people happy eating my stuff!! I try my hand at cooking and am pretty good at it...I just don't know how to chop and dice and stuff. All in all, my kids should consider themselves lucky to have me as their chef!!
I have a very low self-esteem on most days but cover it up well with my stand-offishness or bitchiness. Though, I've discovered that I really don't care what anyone else thinks these days and am starting to really like myself. Wow, that only took like 36 years...here's hoping I can instill confidence in my children.
Friendships- yes, I am always learning how to be a good friend. I was always shy in high school (Ok, so I wasn't allowed to do anything other than school stuff and work so why bother, right). I think I started to blossom in college but I am still figuring out and learning who I want to be.
I am a mess when it comes to fashion and hair and make-up. I just don't know how to really do any of it. I hate the 'natural' red on my face...I hate my 'big' lips (my nickname in middle school was Fish Lips... soooooo, it may be hip now, I was made fun of for them at a very vulnerable age, ok????)
I don't always connect with DJ even though I try. I get frustrated when all of them want dadyy all the time and would rather have daddy do stuff with them...jealous, perhap??? But, maybe it's just a feeling of not being wanted?? Does that make sense??
I am a very sensitive person and sometimes jump to the wrong conclusions. I will cry like a baby, laugh like a hyena, and walk like a soldier when I have too...
Some days I look in the mirror and I think, wow- I am pretty and not as fat/big as I thought. And then, there are those days where I just don't want to look in the mirror for fear of what I'll see.
I learned today that we all need to Laugh, Listen and Look!! I'd also add in there- Love, Live and Learn. Oh, and going back to my college days...here's what I always insisted to everyone I met- You must get 3 hugs daily so that you feel loved and someone feels loved back. More is better...but no less than 3. I am lucky b/c I can always get at least 4 a day (see, there is a definite plus to having several children). And, with Max and Franny girls around, I pretty much get an unlimited supply of snuggles!!!
And so, here is my final thought of this entry (my random thought): don't let your almost 3 year old take a box of wipes out of your sight...he will take them all out, try to wipe the butt of an American Girl doll and put them all back in the container...lol...and, they will all be ripped in half so that when I go to wipe his butt, I only have 1/2 a wipe to do it with...
Sunday, July 10, 2011
OUCH!!! I want those...
My nipples that is...yes, she's still biting and biting hard. It feels like she could actual bit the nipple right off the boob!!! Ummm, can you say a big OUCH!!! And, she doesn't just bite nipples. Nope...she bites any exposed skin she sees...you name it, she bites it. Let's see, she's taken a bit out of the following: toes, heels, knees, inner thighs, palms, fingers, stomach, shoulder, inner arms...and, it all hurts. She leaves marks. And, when you pull her away and say sternly 'NO...that hurts...no biting' she looks up at you and gives you this big shit-eating grin that is sooooooooo cute that it's hard to stay mad. And, the NO doesn't seem to work. As far as her biting my boobs, I take her off immediately and put her on the floor. Let's just say she doesn't like that so I'm hoping she gets the point sooner rather than later. Otherwise, she may be weaned sooner rather than later!!!
So, if you are holding Franny Girl or she happens to crawl near you and pull herself up...BEWARE of the BITE!!! Consider yourself warned:)
oh...and she's started sucking on my stomach now...strange kid...
Max...on the otherhand...is starting to act out more and more these days. I understand that he's still adjusting to DJ/Kyra being home, but how long is this adjustment period?? I am definitely ready for them to go back to school...I know summer will fly by and I will wonder where the time went...but I just can't stand the things Max is learning b/c of his older siblings. Tonight, he was going to chop Franny in half and cook her up. He goes from loving Franny to rolling things over her fingers intentionally. He throws everything (at people too...not just throwing randomly), jumps off my couch constantly, cries immediately when I tell him no or 'yell' at him (my yelling these days is a dull roar and basically a stern voice...but to him, I am yelling at him), still screams when he doesn't get his way, takes 'his' toys away from Franny Girl, etc. Terrible Toys just started and he'll be 3 years old in 2 weeks...ha ha ha...do they have a name for the Threes?? Thrashing Threes??
Kyra- how do I love whining, let me count the way. And when I call her on it and want her to leave the table, Daddy comes to the rescue...giving her the idea that if she breaks out and cries while daddy is there, she won't have to do what I tell her to do!! I love parental undermining!! If it was just me tonight, she would have cried but left the table like I asked her to and not looked up at daddy...
DJ- since we've got all the kids, might as well throw him out there too, right??? Somedays, I like to call him Mr. Sour Puss...he does love to stir up trouble and get Max into trouble. I guess that's what big brothers are for?? But it sure is frustrating on the parental side to try and get him to 'do the right' thing when it comes to Max. Other than that, he was pretty good this weekend...
And so, while I did absolutely nothing but play pacifier to Franny Girl today (ok...did the dishes, made dinner and did some more dishes...but nothing else really) the following went on around me:
Franny bit everything in her path
Max fell down hysterically sobbing randomly throughout the day
Kyra punched DJ in the arm this morning and with an attitude blamed the punch on him...that was funny
Franny fell on her face a couple times...and sometimes rolled while falling and fell on her back
Max helped Franny 'learn' which pots and pans were his and which ones she could play with...lol
Kyra broke down and didn't eat her dinner b/c it had crumbs on it (home-made mac & cheese...who doesn't love that...Kyra apparently)
Max started getting out of his bed b/c he is starting to use stall tactics (smart kid says he has a poop when he really doesn't...he just knows that it's something we'll come upstairs for...)
Now, aren't you all jealous that you weren't here to experience it all. Oh, and BTW, I am embarrassed to admit that we are back on the couch. I get more sleep down here!!! I know that I will have to put her in the crib and walk away...trust me, I know. I just don't think I'm ready either!!! I've never been this bonded with any of my other children...is that wrong to say?? I don't know. But, I do know what has to be done. Admittedly, I'm choosing not to do it right now. Okay???
Random thought- if you try to separate frozen hotdogs with a knife, don't wiggle it back and forth...you will most definitely break the tip off of the knife (one of my favorite knives too..)
So, if you are holding Franny Girl or she happens to crawl near you and pull herself up...BEWARE of the BITE!!! Consider yourself warned:)
oh...and she's started sucking on my stomach now...strange kid...
Max...on the otherhand...is starting to act out more and more these days. I understand that he's still adjusting to DJ/Kyra being home, but how long is this adjustment period?? I am definitely ready for them to go back to school...I know summer will fly by and I will wonder where the time went...but I just can't stand the things Max is learning b/c of his older siblings. Tonight, he was going to chop Franny in half and cook her up. He goes from loving Franny to rolling things over her fingers intentionally. He throws everything (at people too...not just throwing randomly), jumps off my couch constantly, cries immediately when I tell him no or 'yell' at him (my yelling these days is a dull roar and basically a stern voice...but to him, I am yelling at him), still screams when he doesn't get his way, takes 'his' toys away from Franny Girl, etc. Terrible Toys just started and he'll be 3 years old in 2 weeks...ha ha ha...do they have a name for the Threes?? Thrashing Threes??
Kyra- how do I love whining, let me count the way. And when I call her on it and want her to leave the table, Daddy comes to the rescue...giving her the idea that if she breaks out and cries while daddy is there, she won't have to do what I tell her to do!! I love parental undermining!! If it was just me tonight, she would have cried but left the table like I asked her to and not looked up at daddy...
DJ- since we've got all the kids, might as well throw him out there too, right??? Somedays, I like to call him Mr. Sour Puss...he does love to stir up trouble and get Max into trouble. I guess that's what big brothers are for?? But it sure is frustrating on the parental side to try and get him to 'do the right' thing when it comes to Max. Other than that, he was pretty good this weekend...
And so, while I did absolutely nothing but play pacifier to Franny Girl today (ok...did the dishes, made dinner and did some more dishes...but nothing else really) the following went on around me:
Franny bit everything in her path
Max fell down hysterically sobbing randomly throughout the day
Kyra punched DJ in the arm this morning and with an attitude blamed the punch on him...that was funny
Franny fell on her face a couple times...and sometimes rolled while falling and fell on her back
Max helped Franny 'learn' which pots and pans were his and which ones she could play with...lol
Kyra broke down and didn't eat her dinner b/c it had crumbs on it (home-made mac & cheese...who doesn't love that...Kyra apparently)
Max started getting out of his bed b/c he is starting to use stall tactics (smart kid says he has a poop when he really doesn't...he just knows that it's something we'll come upstairs for...)
Now, aren't you all jealous that you weren't here to experience it all. Oh, and BTW, I am embarrassed to admit that we are back on the couch. I get more sleep down here!!! I know that I will have to put her in the crib and walk away...trust me, I know. I just don't think I'm ready either!!! I've never been this bonded with any of my other children...is that wrong to say?? I don't know. But, I do know what has to be done. Admittedly, I'm choosing not to do it right now. Okay???
Random thought- if you try to separate frozen hotdogs with a knife, don't wiggle it back and forth...you will most definitely break the tip off of the knife (one of my favorite knives too..)
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