Mommy Mayhem

First of new year’s resolutions are for the young and silly. It’s called growing up and changing for the better, so put on your laundry day underwear and suck it up buttercup.

My son old enough that he can chill in a play yard or an exer-saucer and be happy as long as he can see me, he is fine. So yesterday’s to do list went great. Got the items done and a wee bit more, awesome feelings all day and night.

Today was murder to get anything done. I don’t know what happened. No judgement for this but the kids and I are finally taking down Christmas decorations and its so hard when you’re the only adult. Christmas is usually my husband’s holiday but he wasn’t feeling it so I took over. Granted it wasn’t as great as what he does but we needed the tree and stockings, so I did the basics. And it seems I’m taking it down with my little helpers who don’t really help. Sad to say only the ornaments and some garland are down but I have no clue what stuff goes into what box. So I’m winging it like nobody’s business and I know come Christmas it’s gonna be a shit show but oh well, not my complete fault. The worst part is now I have to box everything up and Tetris those stupid boxes into our/his shed between other random pass carp we collect.

What the fuck happened today? I woke up with my mantra (I will be refreshed! I will be happy! I’ll get shit* done! *Or your favorite bad word too.) The tree wiped out any momentum I had, the kids kept pulling out ornaments that I just put into boxes with bubble wrap that they keep popping. When I sent them to their room the girls destroyed that after we spent so long cleaning it yesterday and to make it even better poured liquid soap on their beds and floor. Where the soap came from, I’ll never know. To top off the chaos of today everyday single time I had my son asleep in his crib the girls would scream bloody murder or scream cry about nothing and wake him up. The sprinkles on my chaos sundae was nobody listens to me.

But I should just get use to it, the never ending story as an adult. Clean houses aren’t happening with three kids and two dogs, why do I keep trying? Because I’m Mom, nobody wants to admit it but I’m needed all the time everyday and I chose to be happy.

I will wake refreshed.
I will wake happy.
I will get shit done!

Tomorrow I’ll try again, just because today was hard tomorrow might be easier. Tomorrow is a new day with new adventures, and maybe a glass of wine or two to help the day go smoother.

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Three for me, thankful for plenty

When I was younger I had a plan, an actual life plan. What eight year old has a life plan, a real life plan. I wanted to be a married at twenty-one so I could drink at my wedding, pop out two kids a boy and girl before I was twenty-five and have a cat and a dog. Well my life plan changed when I got older and discovered not just any man would be good enough for my life plan.

I’m freshly thirty and my life plan is complete with some extras. I have two wonderful amazingly smart girls (I know everyone says that but it’s quite impressive many days), a beautiful happy baby boy (who is four months old and already trying to rollover and sit up), two dogs black labs (one is a half lab and something else and both are rescued), two catfish in a fifty gallon tank and a wonderful husband who loves me for me.

Now for the odd news, I never actually gave birth to my children. My body wouldn’t go into labor (which is fine, being told in my late teens/early twenties that getting pregnant might be hard) and having c-sections would be safest for my babies, but could give me health problems if I have many children. Which led my husband and I to the talk of how many kids we want. Three seemed to be the answer, three children. I never had any other dream in life but to be a Mom, that was my ambition in life: MOTHERHOOD.

I got my dream three times over, but then came the other talk birth control or get my tubes tied. I chose getting my tubes tied, by I what I mean is we. I had this discussion with my husband because it’s not just my life it’s our life, and he asked me what else did I want to do in life. Pop out and chase toddler’s the rest of my life or do something else I may like just as much. And for once I had a minor dream, something I love but not as much as being a Mom but nothing will ever come close to my love of being a Mom.

So for me three is plenty, three kids that is. For the rest in life is just extras and perks that came with Motherhood, and I cherish every moment I have. I have accomplished parts my life plan and I am grateful for it.

Sleep well my friends and remember for what makes you happy.