A message to wanna be teen moms

     Today I would like to send a message, a vision really, to all of you wanna be teen moms. All you girls with your racing hormones, your undying love for your boyfriend of the week, and what you swear is your biological clock ticking. A certain emptiness you feel that you just know would be filled by a baby. Well let me tell you girl- ENJOY THAT EMPTINESS!! I'm not trying to judge you, i get it. I was just like you, luckily I waited until my twenties and thirties to have mine. I would just like to take this opportunity to share a little story with you, and please don't kid yourself, and think this is a rarity, or that it won't happen to you.

     Today I went to the restroom like any other day, and both my kids followed me in there yapping there little heads off, like any other day.  I have been hanging out at home all day catching up on chores and wearing some exercise type clothes. Well, in this particular outfit my stomach popped out when I sat down. (Of course it's um, ...only in this outfit and only when I sit. LOL) The kids thought that was about as funny as can be. They proceeded to poke at it, show me theirs, make theirs  roll up, act like it was talking, laughing their little butts off. Then SPF laughed so hard she spit all over me, this was of course the icing on the cake for them. HM thought it was so hilarious he started spitting too. So here is two laughing, spitting, kids with their stomachs hanging out, poking at my stomach, and all I wanna do is pee!

     So that was the highlight of my day, along with a trip to Target that ended with us rushing out the store for an emergency diaper change. So what horror story would you, my fellow moms, give a wanna be teen mom? 

    

    

Tackling the Christmas mess

     I ran into a wonderful "Tackle it Tuesday" challenge on 5minutesformom I  decided to tackle my leftover Christmas mess, I started yesterday but had much left over today.

     First my table. The pic only shows about half as bad as it got. At this time my living room was still full of gifts, and we had not seen the other side of the family. The pile at least doubled in size when all gifts for the kids were received.

     Here it is today: (also notice the leaf is out of it and put away)

     Yesterday I purged HM's room in order to fit in his new toys. I now have a tub to go to goodwill, and a tub (plus some) ready to go to Grandma's, or away for a rainy day or whatever:

     My entry way was piled high with empty boxes, wrapping paper, etc. Don't have before pics, but let me tell you- it was hard to even get out my front door! Here it is today:

     Seeing that pic makes me realize it looks really bland and empty. I need art or pictures or something, maybe next Tuesday... I also was inspired by Amy's freezer inventory and plan to tackle that today, or sometime soon. Looks like I have plenty I am accountable for next week.

To be (on time out) or not to be....

     Just a little photo documentary today...

     The kids playing nicely and contently together with new Christmas toys:

      Uh oh, Sissy gets possessed:

     HM fights off demon possession of his toys with the ever popular toddler repeating of "MINE!" "MINE!" "MINE!" :

     Throwing toys at, and kicking SPF lands him in the naughty chair for a 2 minute time out:

     After many attempts, he makes a successful escape:

     Back for a full 2 minute time out, and we begin the discussion. I love you, I put you on time out because...., now go apologise to your sissy, yada yada yada. He gave me this look:

     When I told him he was off time out and insisting he apologise to SPF, he did this:

PUT HIMSELF BACK ON TIME OUT!!

Much better day

     Much better day today. I, of course, did not know how much better it was until an hour ago or so. HM was throwing his usual fits, all worse than normal due to his extreme tiredness. He awoke today about 9 am, (7 hours sleep) and only napped for 20 minutes. I thought I was gonna die! House is a mess, Christmas evidence everywhere, and that dang toddler won't give me a break! Then miraculously he fell asleep in my arms, in mid fit, at 6:15 tonight! Yes today is a good day! Now if only I can get myself up at the crack of dawn our schedules will be saved.

     I missed the whole opportunity to post pictures of our Christmas. So here are some cute ones.

  

     You can probably see why I put up with so much out of HM, he is just so darn cute!!!

1am, and....

     It's 1 am and I'm still ushering HM back to bed! We have done 3 rounds of me shutting the door and walking out, (only serves to upset him and hype him up more) and countless walks back to the bedroom. This is ridiculous. Everyone says be firm, be consistent, yeah well-bring your firm consistent ass over here and train my toddler to sleep on his own! At this point it is a battle of the wills. I keep looking over to see his cute face peering around the corner at me. Poor guy is exhausted, puffy eyes and all-yet he is still fighting it. And to think, the nurses told me toddlers will just fall over at some point. Apparently not mine.

     So I'm on my third glass of wine, (I asked the Dr. for valium but she refused so I have resorted to self medicating.) and I would be more than willing to go to sleep. But HM in true toddler fashion, is refusing. Doesn't he realize how much better it feels to sleep then to fight off tiredness?  I love sleep, I am the type that could sleep the day away if it weren't for these pesky rug rats of mine. BTW, HM got up 3 times while I was writing the last paragraph, only once so far while writing this one! Am I winning the battle? Why does so much of parenting feel like an us (parents) against them (kids) affair? I never thought it would be like that before I had kids.

     I could blame it on holiday excitement, last week it was the excitement of my dad staying with us, but the truth is,  it's been going on for months. I have no excuse other than lack of firmness and consistency! So here I am self medicating and chasing a toddler back to his bed every few minutes! This is exhausting, he must be superman!

Traditional overspending

     So quickly Christmas is upon us. Prime rib in my fridge, gifts wrapped, plans made, and menus shopped for. Such a busy season, but we  tend to make it busier than it has to be. Why do we, as adults, feel the need to drain our funds and rack our brains buying so many useless gifts? Gifts for people we don't really know or necessarily like. Yet we feel obligated to purchase impersonal items for said people. Trying to think what to buy when you don't even know what colors they like. A favorite animal? A decorating scheme? Nada, nothing, total blank. It's just silly, a total waste of money.

     Then of course there is the traditional overspending on our loved ones. The feelings of guilt if we don't, and the guilt when we do. Knowing some bill is getting put on the back burner to finance Christmas. I love Christmas, I really do. I have small children, and I love watching them through this season. I just can't help but feel some of it is too much, unnecessary. I guess I could change things, maybe I could impose a spending limit, or a homemade gifts only rule. But I'm no different then my kids, I still look forward to the loot I'm getting! Oh well, tis life I guess....

What ifs

     I'm working again. Sorry no pics, this place has some serious rules. I have to gain access at each interior door from a card reader and a palm scanner. This place does not mess around. So certain things, like pipe bombs, nuclear war heads, and cameras are not allowed. You know all the usual prohibited stuff. Whatever! But I'm glad to be working again. It's hard work, and I am sore, but it feels good. I eat and spend WAY too much when I have extra time on my hands!

     I am writing this sitting in my HM's room waiting for him to fall asleep. I so missed the 'learn to go to sleep on your own' window! The doctor said put him in his crib and walk out. Let him cry for 5 minutes, comfort him, leave, cry for 10, comfort him, leave, etc. etc. etc. Well he outgrew the crib a year ago. So I did the babygate across his door, he busts them down, so I put up two, same thing. Now we have graduated to the baby knob on his interior door handle wrapped in electrical tape. (The knob is wrapped, not the kid.....but there's an idea, mmmm?) But I feel terrible so I sit in here. I want him to fall asleep, not feel abandoned. How must he feel behind that closed door for five minutes? (never made it to ten.) Will my leaving him have a permanent impact on his adult relationships? Will he grow to mistrust, or worse mistreat women? My head just spins, it's awful. So here I sit, waiting, again. Why do we parent so much out of guilt and what ifs?

Thanksgiving light

    So what makes a successful blog? I started this blog under advice from my dad. It sounded like a good idea. I'm the type of person that always has something to say, much annoyance to those around me I have been told! I'm usually funny, and a good creative writer. But something's not clicking here. Are my witty jokes and sarcasm not translating in this forum? Maybe I'm not putting enough of that in here...are my writing skills rusty? Maybe it's writer's block, or as simple as not enough time to write. Whatever it is, I am very dedicated to this blog and spend alot of time thinking about it.

     The holidays are upon us, and in the midst of it all I will continue to attempt to place my  thoughts  here. (Couldn't I just sprinkle my laptop with some kind of magic fairy dust and walla....perfectly written blog?) Today I am cooking thanksgiving dinner light. Just the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, and a veggie. My dad has agreed to come once a week or so to sit with HM so SPF and I can go do something that we can't normally do with a toddler in tow. My dad chose to skip thanksgiving this year, so I thought I would surprise him with a turkey dinner. I think he will  love it! Who doesn't like a turkey dinner? Of course it's much better with stuffing, sweet potatoes, rolls, and all the trimmings, but this is the scaled down version. (And gluten free) So I'm off to run errands and cook this bird.

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