Mommy Guilt

I am getting a cold.  BLAH.  The kind where you feel like you are floating around.  Glands all swollen and snot that keep running down your nose but you are too tired to blow it.  I should really think about wearing rain jackets in the rain or NOT leaving my umbrella at work.  This may be why I am sick.  I don't have time to think of that stuff.  I am too busy running around trying to find my kids rain jackets.  The cars keep eating them.  I was that person at work yesterday.   Walking across the parking lot with a sweater covering my head and realizing after walking all the way to the door that I forgot my work badge and had to go back in the rain to the car to get my badge.  Have I ever told you I hate the rain.

So my last post where I threatened to leave the blogging world got me 6 comments (congrats Dawn...enjoy your first Mommy's day).  Oh and 3 comments on facebook and a "like" on facebook.  That tells me that I have an obligation to the 10 of you to keep on blogging.  My not so computer talented sister in law also tried to comment but she has a hard time finding the power button on a computer so I'll give her a pass.  So there are 11 of you.  I hope you enjoy.  Well I don't have much to say today so maybe enjoy next week.

I, like most of you, doubt my parenting from time to time.  I can name off 5 things right now that I could do better.
1.  Less yelling
2.  Less sugar
3.  Less TV
4.  More Mommy kid play time
5.  um.....ok i could only think of 4

Last night I had one of those moments.  So I turned off Nick Jr and pulled out the books.  Although I have friends who are teaching their kids addition and subtraction at this age, I don't have those type of teaching skills and I often feel very guilty.  Either way...I turned off the TV.  Mason, Aidan and I sat at the table.  Mason colored his circles and Aidan learned his letters in his book.  I know I can be a better Mom have to stop knowing it and just start doing it.  Lead by example and maybe my husband will start as well.  He can start by turning off his talk shows while the kids are around.  The ones where I am 110% sure he is my baby daddy shows.  One step at a time.

I know..pics are not too clear.  I used my camera phone.  Really need a new camera....



Mommy added a nice touch at the top. 



Is anyone there??

Does anyone even read this sucker...I get no comments on this thing so I am left assume I am talking to myself which happens a lot.  I will walk to lunch at my office and start talking to myself...roll up on some innocent employee trying not to make eye contact and don't realize I am talking to myself until they are behind me.  Oops.  I am thinking about stopping this bloggin thing.  Then again I don't blog for people to read.  I blog to vent.  But everyone likes attention right and if this thing isn't getting attention I should just blog in the privacy of my own word document.  I think I want regulars.  Yes I do.  I want some regular blog readers.  Then I want you to make comments to make me feel wanted.  Loved.  Yes...I do need more friends.  Note moving away from my friends and having kids earlier then everyone else can create a division between you and your once friends.  WACK.  Come on Frederick peeps...don't you want to be my friend?  It makes it more difficult being a working Mom.  Play dates don't exists for working Moms.  Mommy groups consist of you talking to the "men" at work about their kids because working Mommy's don't exists.  Well they exist but I have yet to find one that works on my floor.  Seriously.  Just nut balls.

So let me get on with my rant for the Monday.  No I won't rant about Osama Bin Laden's death and how he was tossed in the ocean for everyone NOT to see him.  WTF?  I want to see him.  Make sure he is dead ya know?  I am also not going to rant about the "Royals" and that huzzie of a girl Kate who stole my man Will.  I am going to talk about raising boys.  I only see the road getting stickier and stickier as they get older.  Not to mention I have a 3rd boy that graces us with his presence every other weekend.  This weekend I sat at the table to the older older boy "I want a trampoline...you said we were going to get a trampoline, why do I have to clean my room..I didn't make the mess" and the middle or just older boy "Mommmmmy help me, mommmmmy carry me my leg hurt, mommmmy I thirsty, mommmmmmy I hugy"  Then when all else fails middle or older boy gets in that mood where he copies everything you say and ends with a "none your business".  Then younger boy is going around terrorising the house.  Making a huge mess of everything.  How can a 23 pound boy make such a mess?  See example of mess below.  Took him only 1 hour to create (with help from the older and older older boy). Don't worry folks, we cleaned it up.  We don't let it sit like this for more than a month.  Actually this weekend I cleaned up his mess on Saturday and Sunday.  I mean come on?  Seriously....both my weekend days are filled with cleaning.  That is just wrong.

So I know I am in for it.  2.5 boys.  The eye rolling has started.  The none of your business has started.  The fighting to eat dinner has started.  Well just the older and older older one fights about dinner.  The younger boy eats everything and anything.  We can count on that boy to eat .. all 23 pounds of him. 

So I am super stoked about our trip this weekend.  I will post a wonderful blog about it later in the week.  whoooot whoooot.  So if you are reading this blog...please post a comment.  How about post some advice for me raising boys.  I need all the advice I can get.  k thanks!

EASTER

Lost....kinda bored...I need to find another hobby.  I am done with school.  2.5 years of getting my masters.  Had my second son, bought a house and made a huge job change all in those 2.5 years.  I am not sure what to do with my time.  I know what I want to do...but actually doing it is another story.  I am much more productive when I am busy.  I am much more lazy when I am not busy.  Thinking about taking some photography classes.  Oh and being a better Mommy.  On my agenda...for the next 6 months because after 6 months I am sitting down to study for my CPA.  WHAT??? Am I NUTS?

Easter was nice...although I am upset I didn't take more pictures.  It was a little stressful getting ready for Easter.  We had a butt load of family coming in which I love.  However...my sticky floors and finger printed walls don't love the company...but they will survive.  I decided to host Easter..with finals due, 15 page paper due and working a full time.  I kept telling myself that "they" will understand if it isn't perfect.  I mean for peats (is that how you spell peats?) sake I have young clingy destructive kids.  One 4 year old in particular that keeps telling me "none of your business Mommy" and he has decided to copy every word I say.  Thank you for that Dora the Explorer episode that taught him that.  I even had my cleaning folks come out on Friday to clean.  Am I a failure for not being able to get it all done without help? 

Funny story from Easter...I bought my niece a princess chocolate bunny for her basket.  I found the wrapper to that choclate bunny behind a chair in the living room.  All I could picture was that tiny little butt of hers hiding behind that chair eating her chocolate bunny.  haha...so cute. 

Some pictures...because I am not in the creative writing mood.  I need inspiration

So whenever I grab the camera...Mr Mason Man runs up and clings to my legs wanting me to pick him up.  I have a ton of these same pictures...you will see them often.  I am now addicted.

Dyeing eggs....so they look like crap.  I have not mastered the art of dyeing eggs.  It says to add 2 tablespoons of vinegar.  so do I add water too?  I mean how can we die eggs with just 2 tablespoons of vinegar.  I look at every one's pictures and then mine and laugh.  My eggs look dinky.  Next year...oh next year.

  

And this kid....entertainment to watch.  Just sit back and watch him.  Jump up every so often to chase after him but still entertainment. 

Snatchin the neighbor's flowers...sorry Jenny



Gogurt all over his shirt..haha



Pointing at all the ants.





Look at his hair..blowin in the wind.  haha



I think I am going to start working in the yard.  These pictures remind me how bad I need to pull those weeds and grow some grass.  My defense...it's been raining cats and dogs.

slumper dumper

6 or 7 days of nasty rainy cloudy weather can really put you in a slumper dumper.  It is sunny today and I am feeling fantabulous.  Thank God...cause if it was cloudy one more day you might find me walking around in circles talking to myself.  I hate the rain.  Aidan told me the other day hate is a bad word.  That kid is so smart.  Hate is a bad word.  So is fart, poop and pee according to him.  No more saying hate, fart, poop or pee around my 4 year old. 

I may go in hiding for 2 weeks.  I have a 10 page paper due in 24 hours, 2 pages of a group project due in 24 hours, a final and a 10 page CFO project on my favorite store Gap due in a week.  and then...drum roll please.....I AM DONE WITH MY MASTERS.  That's right folks...2.5 years later.....I am DONE.  Popped my second kid out in those 2.5 years.  Bought a new house and two cars in those 2.5 years.  Changed job positions in those 2.5 years. 

I was talking to this single guy at work the other day.  I mean single as in no kids.  I was telling him how crazy my mornings and weekends are with kids.  He said to me "everyone is busy".  Dude...he has NO idea and one day he will have kids and I will come back to him and say...now you understand?  It kind of pissed me off..because I always thought of myself as "more" busy than a lot of people.  Am I not?  Is everyone busy just like me but handle it much better than I do?  Do I have no excuse not to have my house perfectly clean and my hair perfectly combed.  I am confused......maybe we are all the same..just we handle it in different ways.  That doesn't give me much confidence if I can't handle stress for crap.  Eh...another ramble...another time.

Funny story of my night.  I got permission from my loving husband to post this.  I come home from the gym and sit in the car before going into the "madness" of my house.  I heard a little voice.."Mommy..Mommy" and find Aidan already outside greeting me.  First thing he says as I get out of the car "Mommy..Baby peed in the tub and Daddy said it was ok".  Yes...my 4 year old just tattled on his Daddy for letting baby pee in the tub and NOT draining the tub and refilling it so my baby boys don't bathe in pee.  I have been there.  I have wanted to ignore the pee ... but just couldn't.  Every single time that boy pees in the tub I drain the water and wipe down the tub and "RE-BATHE" my boys.  Oh husband...you do things in such a husbandly way.  All I can do is laugh. 

Countdown to the Beach (I have a countdown app on my phone so Aidan can see how many more days till the beach)....so until then we practice with his new goggles.  Aidan can now hold his nose and go underwater while opening his eyes..no fear....

More toys bought for the beach to play in the pool.  These are what Aidan calls "Torcheetos"