Welcome
Welcome to my blog! I often use this as a way to express my feelings or frustration with situations. Hope you enjoy reading it and it serves to provide you with a little entertainment as well.
Not always a joke sometimes my posts are for me sometimes for others, as the title states, this is therapy. Today I laughed a ltitle less and wrote this.
It's no one's fault
Blame cannot fix nor heal
Things seem to make sense when there's a reason
Happiness has its’ season
Not everlasting either is sadness
Take a breath
Simple pleasures
Escape life’s madness
Don't put stock in judgments and opinions
Despair and depression are darkness minions
Trials are hard
Storms rage for a while
But you must know there is a time when again you will smile
So I find it funny that the same people that can drive you crazy are the ones that can also make you smile the most. I know I am usually over those kids when I post on here but today I am a little on the softer side. Oh don't get me wrong I'm sure they will prove me wrong this afternoon (I give it 10 minutes, they work fast) and take me back to the other side but just thought I would share a little love too.
There have been sooooo many changes and things lately, lots of stress and hard times but somehow by the grace of God we are all in one piece. I attribute that to love and laughter and of course the power of prayer. Isn't it interesting how complex the love of a parent is? Those very same children who you swear you want to drive to the nearest fire house and leave by the curb just to prove a point; raise your blood pressure and then have you crying with laughter a second later. I find myself awed at the whiplash of emotions they give me sometimes. Just yesterday they were on my list of course (they live there most days to be honest) and then about 10 minutes after they were asleep I was in there watching them and smiling?? Talk about Stockholm syndrome at it's finest. It's almost as if they have been sent here by God to give your emotions a work out or something. Ok good let's see happy, now can you do angry, for me good good and now sad....this is not a photo shoot it's my life kids.
So my latest inspiration actually does not come from me wanting to send my own little bundles of joyful headaches packing but rather someone else's. Now keep in mind the only reason my kids are exempt are because I haven't seen them for a few days.
Our story begins on a vacation. Now keep in mind I am cheap but not necessarily by choice, let's think of it as broke on a budget. This mean when traveling by air I am usually alone. A family of four flying is more likely for us if we tie pillows to our butts and a cape around our neck before we jump off the roof....in other words it's a non occurence.
Of course I already hate anyone who has brought their tiny terrors into what I consider my kid free zone. (disclaimer, please note I only hate you so much after a 26 hour drive to disney world. Of course you can afford to fly and that's your right to bring little timmy...but I still hate you)
Anyway I look around whilst boarding my carriage back to I miss mykidstillthefirstfightville and am thinking man this is a lot of kids I hope I'm not next to a screaming baby.
Screaming baby? Nope, I was actually blessed enough to be seated in front of satan's middle child. Now I will say that he did well for most of the flight but maybe being in the clouds so close to heavenly atmosphere agitated him because slowly I saw red.
So a few things have come to light these past few days which left me wondering where the emergency brake is on this thing called parenthood.
Revelation #1 All of a sudden I am no longer fun. My kids used to love me, thought I was great, and couldn't breathe without me. Now they tolerate me, think I'm embarrassing, and are suffocating when I'm near. Now I expected this change to occur eventually but not until the teenage years so I was kind of caught off guard. My husband says get used to. I said but everyone else's kids like me. He says that's how it works your kids won't think you are cool and they will be embarrassed when their friends think you are. Accept it and move on.
This light bulb clicked on over my head at the school dance we attended last night for my son. As he danced and mingled I realized he was kind of avoiding me. Trying to be the ever involved parent I kept approaching him and every time shot down! I noticed at one point I was literally chasing him as he was trying to get away from me. I thought what the heck I know he sees me, then it hit me...He does see me he is running from me! Sad face :( I gave up and realized I was meant to stand on the wall and dole out quarters and occasionally purchase a drink for them. Ok no harm no foul fine I get it. I move on to child number two who is having a ball dancing the night away. I jump in next to her in the cupid shuffle only to realize when I make the next turn to kick now kick now she too has abandoned me. Ok I can take a hint I walked it by myself back to my little lame parent corner and did my job of having no fun.
Bet you suckas wanna see me tomorrow when you want breakfast or need laundry done, maybe I will walk away like I don't hear you. Just sayin
Ok so I know I have talked about bathrooms before but I had to take it back. I want the name right now of the person that designed bathroom stalls. I need to ask that person immediately why do they all have those stupid openings on the side? I mean when you put up a wall and a door it's for privacy right...well privacy does not include huge slats on the side of the door for people to watch me while I do my do. Now I know some of you reading this are thinking I NEVER look in those...LIE! I sit there uncomfortable every time I hear the door and pray that no one walks far enough down to pass my stall. I know they are going to act like they are not looking but I see you and your eyes peering at me as you rush past faking nonchalance. Why do you even look? What is that for? Are you making sure I am ok, are you getting a cheap thrill, or are you just that nosey that you don't care but you can't NOT look? You know what, I am going to bring a cup to keep outside the door and start charging for peeps every time I go in there now. Might as well be worth something.
You know when writing down the list of things I love, getting woken up in the middle of the night several times is right up there at the top. Probably somewhere in between blindly stepping on a toy in the dark on my way to the bathroom and getting thrown up on as I'm eating dinner. Both good times, let me tell you.
So now that you know how I feel about it you can pretty much imagine how my night went. I think that my children however missed that memo about my likes and dislikes. The evening started somewhere around midnight when James decided to shake me awake to tell me he wasn't comfortable....I am pretty sure you can get comfortable without making the announcement but gee thanks for making sure I stay informed. Next he woke me up because dad was snoring and he wanted to know if I wanted him to shake him and tell him to stop...nope I wasn't bothered by it because I was ASLEEEP. At about 1:30 he persisted in talking to himself since he couldn't sleep. Listen a good bedtime story starts before the person is actually asleep just so you are aware son. I mean I love random thoughts as much as the next guy but not so much when they are doing the opposite of putting me to sleep so if you are that awake make your way to your own bed. At about 3:00 he asked me if he could watch cartoons because he couldn't sleep, evidently I can't either according to him. I said no because at 6 a.m. you will think differently about that option now lay down, quit making weird noises, telling me stories, singing me songs, shaking me, rolling over, sniffling, calling my name, poking at my face to see if I am awake, well basically EVERYTHING you have been doing for the last hour or go in your own bed. I think he's got the message but no, he gets up to go to the bathroom and makes it to the hallway before coming back to wake me up and ask me if I hear that tapping noise. Let's see again NO because again I was SLEEPING.
Well hello all Happy New Year. Yup those little crazies are at it again. I am just going to go ahead and ask a few questions today if you don't mind. Well because quite frankly I'm puzzled.
Can I ask
WHY is it that kids who have lived in Wisconsin ALL their lives just walk around like they live in FL or something? I am so tired of saying zip up your coats that even I want to roll my eyes at me when I hear it, I mean come on. Why do you think zippers were put on coats? I can tell you it wasn't for style purposes, it is to keep the cold air out of the coat you should have on your back and not in your bag.
WHY is it the day after a snowstorm my children are wearing shoes....where are your boots? Did you seriously just ask me to pull the car up to the door because you don't want snow in your SHOES? Oh here's a thought, when there is a blizzard maybe try putting those water proof things on that are made for snow that you carry around in your book bag thinking that will stop my nagging (it won't). No the directions were not to grab your boots and bring them with you, maybe you got confused. Directions were "Put your boots on". Nope even reading it I can see clearly that those don't sound the same so not quite sure how you got it mixed up. Now get out of my car and slosh through the snow in your shoes which I am making a mental note to make you wipe down later since they will be just wrecked from the snow.
