I always wait until it’s an emergency and that’s a bad thing.
Today and yesterday were rough ones. I’m not going to pretend that things are always sunshine and roses in our household. The minis were up before 6am for no logical reason. All 3 minis just up and moving around in the dark talking and asking if they can play toys. There is nothing about them that says “I’ll just lay here until I hear someone moving around.” If Mini-Sir wakes up and nobody else is up, he is waking ALL of us up. That is horrible because I’m a sleeper. But parenting has changed all that. Anyway, we digress. They all had random attitudes—crying about foolishness, picking at each other and just being overly sensitive. Then we ate breakfast. Someone cried because they had too much waffle, Mister-mini cried because he ate his waffle and wanted mine. I shared, and he pushed it away and it landed on the floor. Mini-Sir cried because he wanted orange juice not grape. Me-mini ate so slowly she couldn’t finish and whined because she didn’t have time to finish. The timer on the house alarm went off, because she had molasses in her feet, she wouldn’t leave the house. Mini-Sir wouldn’t put on his seat belt and didn’t want anyone to help. He cried because he was helped anyway. Mister-mini was fussy because he couldn’t have his sit and scoot train in the car with him. It wasn’t even 8am yet. I needed coffee and prayer. I was kicking myself for asking God to help me with patience because he whammied me this morning and I’m going to need days to recover. Fast forward to the end of the day when the minis were supposed to be getting ready for bed… Me-mini was refusing to sit in the bathtub. How you’ll take a bath without submerging is a mystery to me. And let’s just say by the end of the night I had to Clorox the bathroom and wash all the rugs…… They all get in bed but no one stays. Mister-mini ended up stark naked and had to be re-dressed several times before the night was done. Bedtime started at 6:15pm. All minis were not asleep until after 10pm. Same game today except we had more stuff on the agenda. Today the mommy-lady was done at about 5pm. After dinner at our favorite BBQ restaurant, I stayed in the car and let the family come in the house without me. Mini-Sir thought it was curious that I didn’t come in. They’ll be asking what happened to me when they wake me up before daybreak tomorrow. They won’t wait for an answer before telling me that they are ready for toys and breakfast. Some days I go eat lunch or dinner by myself. Other days, I window shop at Target. Most days I just go do the regular things I need to do but without kids. I went to Old Navy and Walmart. Then I came home. They were still awake so I went back to the car and listened to a podcast. I came back in the house, wrapped Mini-Sir’s birthday presents, put on pajamas and got in bed. The End.
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Why I won’t teach in public school again
Before I was a mom it would’ve sounded weird. Now I’m a mom and this is normal
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Facebook should have an eye roll emoji button. I’d use that joker all the time!
Seriously just a few things that I’d use the eyeroll emoji for: Anything that starts off talking about what the current president did or said. If anything this man does or says shocks you then you haven’t been paying attention. I have a few opinions and theories about the 45th administration but I’ll sound like a conspiracy nut. So not sharing those. At least not right now. When people post pictures of food. I’m not judgy about what you think a delicious meal looks like.... but sometimes the stuff people post isn’t it for me. Everything on the plate shouldn’t be yellow. Diversify. I’m a particular eater. My food should look good or I am going to struggle with eating. Yeah, they say it all goes down the same way but if it looks like a pile of wet cornmeal I’m gonna have a hard time. That’s partly why I don’t share as many homemade meal pics on my page as I used to. I add that stuff to pinterest. I appreciate those people that use instagram for those food pics. What I think looks good might not be it for the next person. Those few people who log in to social media just to tell all their business. Some things should stay private. If you need serious help then maybe a group message or a post that asks for suggestions, recommendations, or flat out help. But I don’t think the whole world needs to know all the secret stuff you should tell your bestie. Or the stuff you’d say to a priest during confession. Maybe keep those things off your main wall. Requests for games or any other app. And chain messages/posts. There are some posts that have been floating around since Facebook went public. Mom
I am the mom to 3 minis, ages 5 and under. Yup. Wow. I feel like I spent 3 years straight being pregnant. People used to joke that I was Bonnie from Family Guy. Always pregnant. The great part about it is that they are some pretty decent kids when they aren’t driving me bananas with all the screaming and crying. They are all super smart and ridiculously adorable. Being a mom has taught me all kinds of stuff that I didn’t know I didn’t know until it became a necessity for me to figure it out. The stuff you learn while wearing the mom hat changes you for life. That quote from Eleanor Roosevelt is so true: "A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water." Being a mom showed me how much pain I can tolerate, mentally and physically; how well I can function on 3 hours of sleep, how many days I can go without showering, and most importantly: how to stand up for myself so that I can stand up for my minis. I’m outwardly tough now. I was always strong but now I can be hard and calculating without an ounce of regret. I also will do it with a smile. Wife At the end of 2017, the hubby and I reached the 10 year milestone in our marriage. 15 years as a couple and 10 years married is a big accomplishment. So much so that he wanted to have a big celebration. (The process of organizing an event like that requires its own detailed reaction. If I keep blogging that will come up really soon.) I’ve been married only once, to the same man for the last 10 years. There are lots of things that people don’t tell you about marriage but it basically boils down to this: You have to work to make it work. Nothing about being married has been easy. But a great deal of it is extremely rewarding. We work well together and we do so because we put effort into each other. We put effort into each other because we love each other. We learned how to love each other from the Bible. The people we are now did not exist 10 years ago. They were developed and that development took work. We had to have people mediate. We had to trim the fat around our relationship, meaning we had to let go of some toxic people. We had to and still do go to counseling. Not necessarily because something is wrong, but as a way to prevent crazy stuff from turning into marital cancer. We also are constantly adapting. Turning into new and better versions of ourselves each day. The great thing about that is that we can keep growing and evolving this way for many more decades, as long as we keep putting in the work. Former Teacher I was a school teacher for 8 years. Oh the stories I could tell! I will sum up by saying just a few things: There is no amount of convincing anyone could do to get me back in a classroom. There are lots of people who parent well and there are lots of other people who don’t. Just because you have the credentials to be in charge of stuff doesn’t mean that you should be in charge. Bad bosses will ruin their employees just like a rotten apple spoils the bunch. Also underpaying people, stifling creativity, and discouraging feedback are not conducive to healthy work environments. That’s all I have to say about that right now. Friend Many people have friends that they’ve know for a really long time, possibly people that they grew up with. Yeah, I don’t. I had one friend that made it to adulthood and then she stopped being what I would consider a true friend and that relationship ended. I made some friends during middle school that I still keep in touch with. I have some friends that I made in my adult life that I keep in touch with. I do not have any friends that I need to talk to everyday. I consider people friends that check on me. They don’t have to do it everyday… but they check on me. Not my kids, not my husband, not the house, not anything else…ME. They care about other stuff but they definitely ask how I’m doing and check on me before digging into the day to day dramas. People who are my friends say prayers for me and they let me know if I’m not doing a good job taking care of me. I spend lots of time taking care of and checking on other people, it provides balance when I have people who check on me. My Grannie says all the time that your circle of friends changes as your life changes. That has definitely been true for me. American Citizen/Closet Activist In the next few years I am more than likely going to become more active in my community as a way to safe guard my family from things that I see as issues. There are so many… Primarily, I plan to focus on education, nutrition, fine arts and racial equality. I have some very strong views on all of that stuff. What I will say right now is that those views are MY views. As with lots of things that have happened since marriage, people tend to think that because my husband is more vocal and articulate about his views, that he has “made me” believe or act in a certain way. So not true. I think and act in ways that I deem appropriate. He has influence over ideas that I have, just as I have influence over ideas that he may have. Things like that tend to happen when you share a life together. That being said, I can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do just like he can’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do. The issues I am focusing on are going to make us look pretty weird as a family but I have learned that there is very little about “normal” that appeals to me. Why does it matter? It doesn’t. If what I thought mattered, people would ask my opinion. People rarely ask my opinion. I used to offer it unsolicited but that didn’t go over well. It also opens you up to hearing other people’s opinions. Kinda can’t say no when you just forced your thoughts on them. I’m not sharing my thoughts because I want people to say something back. I’m not sharing because I think I’m always right or interesting or whatever else. I’m sharing because I realized there is a story behind every picture. Many times people will look at a picture and think, “Awe they have such a nice life.” The picture captures that one moment, one millisecond. It doesn’t tell how those people got to that point or what happened to them afterwards. So this whole thing is my way of sharing one perspective to give some type of depth to the photo. |
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