July 7th 2010:
Today I was getting getting ready to go to a play date with a awesome lady that I LOVE to sit with and complain with, and laugh with ( cry with?) about all our motherly woes. Between is we have too many kids....Yes, play dates are really just amazing, judge free, Mommy venting sessions with other awesome mommies, disguised as a fun friendly way to get our kids out to socialize with other kids....secrets out, play dates are for moms. In all honestly If they wasnt something in it for us moms why on EARTH would I pack up my four kids come rain, shine, snow and sleet ( yes here in Fort Mac those can all happen on the same day) and have them all dressed brushed, wiped and waxed AND have prepared a yummy snack to share all by 10am? Really it would just be another hair pulling punishment if there wasnt something in it for me. If you dont believe me you come to my place and try to get ready for a play date, you'll see what I mean about punishing....so back on track, so this morning I was really excited and happy to be chasing 15 month old naked twins around to struggle them into diapers and clothes. Happy to be getting a sobbing Mia to brush her hair and even happy to have it all done by 9:45am. However in a brief moment of frustration when I thought we were all ready to go and then realized at 9:30 that I was not yet showered ( think I can put them all the van with a movie and then take a quick shower? joking....sort of....)I paused to think about these things now that make me happy.... like these crazy morning play dates, or bike rides to the park, in the sweltering heat, with a 3 yr old who thinks she Lance Armstrong on a bike, when shes really like more like Franklin the turtle. What were things that not so long ago used to make me feel the same kind of excitement? hmm...can I recall? Sure I can...pedicures, hot tubs, nights on the town with the girls....Well I still do the same things now that I did then, just a bit different. Like monthly pedicures still exist but are now done by Mia, with her pink Barbie polish, not quite the same standard but cheaper ;) Hot tub parties have been traded for evening bubble bath parties. ( oddly still the same about of nudity involved) Evenings out revolve around sitters and bedtimes not girlfriends and happy hours. All fun, just in a different way. Truth be told some of the more meaningful conversations I have had in my life were at recent playdates, among the toddler noise, cheese and crackcer mess and all of course while dressing the despised polly pockets. So I am grateful to be a mommy today even if it is just because selfishly I was able to meet other wonderful mommies that make me feel happy, and accepted and the most normal and I have felt in a few years. Thanks mommies, thanks playdates. My mental health owes you all :)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Messes
Well, in some of these posts I have been known to complain about my sweet, handsome, smart,
husband whom I love VERY much. ( That being said, I think it gives me the right to complain, its like thinking your own kid is ugly, YOU can think that your kid is ugly, its YOUR kid, but no one else may even venture to say juniors hair is out of place! So no one else but me can complain about Chad in the special enduring way) phew, sorry for that, Moving on..For something new, tonight I think I am going to complain about myself...
Sometimes I feel bi polar or something? ( not really Bi polar, sorry to offend any bi polar folk out there I hope you part of you will forgive me) For the most part I do all the cooking , cleaning, washing drying, organizing, diapering, decorating dismantling etc in this home of ours. Sometimes I secretly ( and silently, of course) wish that Chad would help just a little more in the cleaning and organizing department, I'll let him off on the decorating portion however, I like the sports section just as much as any other gal but not ALL OVER THE HOUSE . OK, back on track..complain about me, complain about me...so today I took Coy and Mia to the Parade downtown ( that's another blog and it will make your head spin) when I came back Chad had the closets ripped apart, the sock hamper with all the lonely unmatched socks strewn all over the front living room, the dining room table, the kitchen etc. The junk drawer was ripped apart...I literally thought he lost something? ( His MIND perhaps? I did leave him alone for 3 hours with the twins) Turns out he was just cleaning and organizing and trying to be really helpful and get those little jobs done that I cant find the time for. As well he was doing a load of laundry, awe..so sweet. I should feel nothing but love and gratitude and applaud his ambition and drive! Right! Right?
Well I survey the situation and this is how I feel. First I feel like a slacker for not cleaning out the junk drawer and the sock hamper sooner and wonder if it has been secretly annoying him this whole time? Maybe I should have put that higher on my priority list? Then after I feel like a slacker wife, I start to feel bad for him for taking his much needed day off and cleaning our junk and matching our socks...and then as a bit more time goes by I feel annoyed...mostly because its now the evening and the socks are still all over, the junk is taking a vacation from its drawer and I'm pretty sure this is one of those things that Chad has started and I will finish. Then I am even MORE annoyed, I don't have time to clean up socks and junk, or else it would have been done by now! Maybe this is his way of just making me do it, I cant let it sit here now, it drives me batty to sit in junk and socks!! You know the other day he actually said that he loves being married...awe right....but the he finished that up with " I hate having to clean up my own messes, thank goodness for wives!"
So on one hand I want his help, on the other hand I loathe his help...*sigh* its just one of those things, I'm not sure if it will get better, as you know we have an eye roll kind of marriage, not argue it out one ;)
husband whom I love VERY much. ( That being said, I think it gives me the right to complain, its like thinking your own kid is ugly, YOU can think that your kid is ugly, its YOUR kid, but no one else may even venture to say juniors hair is out of place! So no one else but me can complain about Chad in the special enduring way) phew, sorry for that, Moving on..For something new, tonight I think I am going to complain about myself...
Sometimes I feel bi polar or something? ( not really Bi polar, sorry to offend any bi polar folk out there I hope you part of you will forgive me) For the most part I do all the cooking , cleaning, washing drying, organizing, diapering, decorating dismantling etc in this home of ours. Sometimes I secretly ( and silently, of course) wish that Chad would help just a little more in the cleaning and organizing department, I'll let him off on the decorating portion however, I like the sports section just as much as any other gal but not ALL OVER THE HOUSE . OK, back on track..complain about me, complain about me...so today I took Coy and Mia to the Parade downtown ( that's another blog and it will make your head spin) when I came back Chad had the closets ripped apart, the sock hamper with all the lonely unmatched socks strewn all over the front living room, the dining room table, the kitchen etc. The junk drawer was ripped apart...I literally thought he lost something? ( His MIND perhaps? I did leave him alone for 3 hours with the twins) Turns out he was just cleaning and organizing and trying to be really helpful and get those little jobs done that I cant find the time for. As well he was doing a load of laundry, awe..so sweet. I should feel nothing but love and gratitude and applaud his ambition and drive! Right! Right?
Well I survey the situation and this is how I feel. First I feel like a slacker for not cleaning out the junk drawer and the sock hamper sooner and wonder if it has been secretly annoying him this whole time? Maybe I should have put that higher on my priority list? Then after I feel like a slacker wife, I start to feel bad for him for taking his much needed day off and cleaning our junk and matching our socks...and then as a bit more time goes by I feel annoyed...mostly because its now the evening and the socks are still all over, the junk is taking a vacation from its drawer and I'm pretty sure this is one of those things that Chad has started and I will finish. Then I am even MORE annoyed, I don't have time to clean up socks and junk, or else it would have been done by now! Maybe this is his way of just making me do it, I cant let it sit here now, it drives me batty to sit in junk and socks!! You know the other day he actually said that he loves being married...awe right....but the he finished that up with " I hate having to clean up my own messes, thank goodness for wives!"
So on one hand I want his help, on the other hand I loathe his help...*sigh* its just one of those things, I'm not sure if it will get better, as you know we have an eye roll kind of marriage, not argue it out one ;)
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