We have officially decided that I'm going to try this SAHM thing. Through the decision making process I have realized how lucky I am to have options! Its a great "problem" to have to decide between working full time or staying home and working "as needed" to supplement our income. Most importantly I have been shown, once again, what a wonderfully suppotive husband I have! I'm not gonna mince works, folks, we are a pay check to pay check family...and barely even that. This is a scary change for us. But not ONCE did my hubby discourage exploring the option of me staying home. I just love this guy!
So, I'm jumping into extreme Mommyhood by going to Chucky Cheese today...why not? I'm new to this gig, so I still have the energy to do so! HELP!
Mother of FIVE BOYS....three teenagers and twin two year olds. I keep it real at all times! Sometimes it gets me in trouble, sometimes it gets a laugh. One thing for sure, you will leave my blog feeling like Mom of the Year!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Decision made
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Safe to Get Serious
The original intent of my blog was to be fun, light, and entertaining, but it's MY blog and I sometimes need to write about serious stuff for me...so there!
The past two weeks have been a roller coaster of thoughts, emotions, and events and I'm having a hard time processing it. It started with losing a job I loved working with residents who meant quite a bit to be. I truly took my relationships with them seriously and enjoyed being a part of their lives. On top of that, I had a terrific set up with the day care for my twins. They loved their friends and teachers. It amazed me every day what they experienced and learned there. Now, do I think the twins leaving a day care at this age will have a detrimental emotional impact on them? Um, no. This is a serious post, but even I'm not that Schmaltzy. I do, however, am sad that they are missing out on the learning opportunities that that particular place gave them. As I watched them sit and listen to a speaker at the Children's Museum yesterday I found myself feeling guilty for putting myself in a position to lose the opportunity for them to be exposed to so many wonderful things. How's that for Mommy guilt, eh? Feeling guilty for NOT having your kids in day care. Watching them sit there and actually seem to crave the structure of sitting and quietly learning something (about how scientists discovered a sunken cannon, btw) made me question if trying to stay home with them is even a good idea to explore. Originally, I thought this might be a great opportunity to do so, but how can I provide them with structure and learning, and stimulate them when I feel like I'm spending the whole day just trying to keep them from sitting on the dog while I load the dish washer?!
I have an interview today...and I'm nervous. I haven't been nervous about an interview since I was a new grad. They are going to ask about why I'm not working. I don't know what to say, but it's going to have to be somewhat of a lie. I hate lying. So I'm nervous. I'm also nervous because that means I have to get serious about working again. I have allowed myself to float in a fantasy that I may stay home with the twins and I've loved it so much the past two weeks. Annnnd them I'm back around to questioning if that's even the best thing for them anyway.
So, now you've ridden my roller coaster with me. I'm not even going to proof read this because it's been just therapeutic for me to get this all out. Besides, I figure no one's reading this new but neglected blog anymore anyway.
The past two weeks have been a roller coaster of thoughts, emotions, and events and I'm having a hard time processing it. It started with losing a job I loved working with residents who meant quite a bit to be. I truly took my relationships with them seriously and enjoyed being a part of their lives. On top of that, I had a terrific set up with the day care for my twins. They loved their friends and teachers. It amazed me every day what they experienced and learned there. Now, do I think the twins leaving a day care at this age will have a detrimental emotional impact on them? Um, no. This is a serious post, but even I'm not that Schmaltzy. I do, however, am sad that they are missing out on the learning opportunities that that particular place gave them. As I watched them sit and listen to a speaker at the Children's Museum yesterday I found myself feeling guilty for putting myself in a position to lose the opportunity for them to be exposed to so many wonderful things. How's that for Mommy guilt, eh? Feeling guilty for NOT having your kids in day care. Watching them sit there and actually seem to crave the structure of sitting and quietly learning something (about how scientists discovered a sunken cannon, btw) made me question if trying to stay home with them is even a good idea to explore. Originally, I thought this might be a great opportunity to do so, but how can I provide them with structure and learning, and stimulate them when I feel like I'm spending the whole day just trying to keep them from sitting on the dog while I load the dish washer?!
I have an interview today...and I'm nervous. I haven't been nervous about an interview since I was a new grad. They are going to ask about why I'm not working. I don't know what to say, but it's going to have to be somewhat of a lie. I hate lying. So I'm nervous. I'm also nervous because that means I have to get serious about working again. I have allowed myself to float in a fantasy that I may stay home with the twins and I've loved it so much the past two weeks. Annnnd them I'm back around to questioning if that's even the best thing for them anyway.
So, now you've ridden my roller coaster with me. I'm not even going to proof read this because it's been just therapeutic for me to get this all out. Besides, I figure no one's reading this new but neglected blog anymore anyway.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
New Level of Awkwardness
Social media, in my opinion, is a great way for friends, acquaintances, and family keep in touch who couldn't otherwise. You can practically feel like a part of alllll these "friends'" families by hearing about their day, and looking at pictures of them and their families. We like statuses and give advice through witty and eloquent comments...but...
What in the hell do you do when you see these people unexpectedly out and about? You haven't "seen" them in years, but you are friends on social media. Do you act like the acquaintances you really are and share a polite hello? Do you exclaim "Hiiiii! How are you?!" feeling like the close friends you certainly must be since you just looked at their son's 100s of graduation photos just the night before. What if you act like you look at her status more than she looks at yours? Certainly she has more of a life than you and doesn't spend that much time of social media sites.
So, Mommies, what do you do? And, BTW, if I see you out and about, I will assume you want the "Hiiiiii! How are you?!"
What in the hell do you do when you see these people unexpectedly out and about? You haven't "seen" them in years, but you are friends on social media. Do you act like the acquaintances you really are and share a polite hello? Do you exclaim "Hiiiii! How are you?!" feeling like the close friends you certainly must be since you just looked at their son's 100s of graduation photos just the night before. What if you act like you look at her status more than she looks at yours? Certainly she has more of a life than you and doesn't spend that much time of social media sites.
So, Mommies, what do you do? And, BTW, if I see you out and about, I will assume you want the "Hiiiiii! How are you?!"
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Raising teenagers and toddlers=Jackass
So, I'm working on my newest obsession, up cycling old pictures into chalk boards (anyone wanna buy one, btw?!), when I notice my 14 year old step son has turned on Nitro Circus. Yes, these are the same freaks who are in the movie Jackass. One of these guys' names is actually "Special Greg". The twins are in the living room with him watching wide eyed as these...well, JACKASSES jump semis over ramps, careen down man made slip and slides on tricycles, and flip motorcycles. By now, I have one boy exclaiming "that is SICK!" and two little ones saying "Ohhhh NOOOOO!". Of course Dad is no help as he suggests we build ramps in the back yard for everyone's biking and skate boarding pleasure.
This is one of those moments that I am acutely aware that I am severely out numbered...and definitely one of those moments I am very glad there aren't hidden cameras in my house!
Mommies, quick, I need a hit of girly!
This is one of those moments that I am acutely aware that I am severely out numbered...and definitely one of those moments I am very glad there aren't hidden cameras in my house!
Mommies, quick, I need a hit of girly!
I won't go on Pinterst, I won't go on Pinterest, I....
went on Pinterest! Now, Mommies, I held off for a respectable time, I really did. I didn't start until about a month ago. I looked with the attitude "I'm gonna look just to see what all the hype is about, but I'm NOT going to become one of THOSE women!".....I signed up and rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole thing, and...
I have made my own laundry detergent
I have all the materials gathered to make my own Christmas gifts
I have tried two pinned hairstyles and one make up tip
I have a chalk board wall that I write inspirational things on for my children
Someone QUICK! Kick my ass before I have to do it myself!!!
I have made my own laundry detergent
I have all the materials gathered to make my own Christmas gifts
I have tried two pinned hairstyles and one make up tip
I have a chalk board wall that I write inspirational things on for my children
Someone QUICK! Kick my ass before I have to do it myself!!!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
First blog EVER! ...I may babble
I feel like a novel author trying to figure out how to introduce her characters without confusing her readers....here we go
I am a mother of: two boys from my first marriage who are 15 and 13 plus twin 2 years old boys from my second marriage.
I am a step mother to a 22 year old young woman and a 14 year old boy
I am a step grandma to a beautiful 1 month old girl.
I' ll spare you further details...mostly because they confuse me as well! My life is fuller than most, but I am happier than I could ever imagine possible!
Ok, just to set the tone of this blog (it will not be your fuzzy cume-by-ya blog), I will just jump right in with a snap shot of my hot mess I call my family:
Recently my 22 month old twin boys were standing in the kitchen with me and my husband. Everyone knows this time of day...I had just gotten home from work after a 40 minute commute with the darlings, and hubby was finishing up cooking dinner after working all day himself (yes, hubby...cooking...dinner! Right?!). Tanner (the oldest twin by 8 minutes) is holding up his finger saying "Ewwwww!" Logan (our younger twin) is appropriately looking at said finger with great disgust. Yes, I was thinking what you're thinking, buggar alert. Now, as a mother of five boys, this isn't even a blip on my grossness radar so I eloquently say, "Oh sweetie, that's just a buggar...eat it." I was kidding. Tanner, being a toddler, took me literally. As I was diving over Elmo to grab his hand before it made it to his mouth, I noticed it....was...poo.
Mommies, I can't make this stuff up....
I am a mother of: two boys from my first marriage who are 15 and 13 plus twin 2 years old boys from my second marriage.
I am a step mother to a 22 year old young woman and a 14 year old boy
I am a step grandma to a beautiful 1 month old girl.
I' ll spare you further details...mostly because they confuse me as well! My life is fuller than most, but I am happier than I could ever imagine possible!
Ok, just to set the tone of this blog (it will not be your fuzzy cume-by-ya blog), I will just jump right in with a snap shot of my hot mess I call my family:
Recently my 22 month old twin boys were standing in the kitchen with me and my husband. Everyone knows this time of day...I had just gotten home from work after a 40 minute commute with the darlings, and hubby was finishing up cooking dinner after working all day himself (yes, hubby...cooking...dinner! Right?!). Tanner (the oldest twin by 8 minutes) is holding up his finger saying "Ewwwww!" Logan (our younger twin) is appropriately looking at said finger with great disgust. Yes, I was thinking what you're thinking, buggar alert. Now, as a mother of five boys, this isn't even a blip on my grossness radar so I eloquently say, "Oh sweetie, that's just a buggar...eat it." I was kidding. Tanner, being a toddler, took me literally. As I was diving over Elmo to grab his hand before it made it to his mouth, I noticed it....was...poo.
Mommies, I can't make this stuff up....
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