So, as it turns out, this blogging thing is not as easy as I thought. It's not too easy to think of something interesting to say...very often. Though there are lots of moments of hilarity, there are also lots of moments of monotonous boredom in the life of a stay at home mom.
Does anyone really want to hear about how I can't quite keep up with my laundry? How you shouldn't drop in on me and expect my bathroom to be clean enough for company? How I can't even remember the last time my bedroom was clean?
There's not too much excitement in all of these daily facts of my life.
I guess the most exciting things that have happened recently is that I have had sick kids, a little strep throat has been going around. When I was at the pharmacy to pick up antibiotics, my son proudly announced my pin number to everyone in the vicinity after he watched me pay....go ahead and steal my pin, I assure you it won't be worth the criminal effort.
It's just been daily life around here: school, laundry, cooking, dishes, baths, Dr. appointments, naps....all the regular stuff.
I am quite excited that my little peanut is going to soon be getting hearing aides, that will be great! And I did, with a lot of help from my sister in law, give my new 7 year old a fabulously girly makeover party.
Other than that it has just been regular life around here.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A Resolution?
So it's another new year. Makes me start to think of a possible resolution. Of course the most common one I'm sure is to lose weight. This is certainly the one my mind goes to every year. However, I've decided to change my thinking this year. No more resolutions for me....because I never do them anyway, and then I just feel like a loser. Want some examples?
One year, after having twins, I was determined that I would get my flat stomach back...determined I tell you. I was going to do sit ups, how hard could they be. Being a reasonable and realistic person, I decided to start with 10. I knew my limitations, I was not in good shape, and had just 6 months earlier delivered twins by c-section; I knew it was best to take it easy. Buuut, really, how hard could some sit ups be? I would do 25...just for starters. So I set to it. That first day was my last day doing sit ups. By the time I got to #3, out of 25, I was feeling light headed, nauseous, and was pretty sure I was about to come down with a migraine.
That was my first serious New Years Resolution FAIL.
Another year, I was going to start running. How hard could a little jog be? I would just job around my neighborhood...I think it was about a fourth of mile loop. So I started out. By the time I got to the corner I was pretty sure I was going to throw up and then pass out right there in the street. It's probably important to mention that I live three houses from the corner....sad, I know.
That was FAIL #2
Next on my list of grand ideas was the P90X workout DVDs. They don't look that hard on the TV, right? I can go at my own pace really, the guy says to do as much as I can, not as much as he is doing. I was so excited, I was all in. I was finally going to be skinny again.
Has anyone else tried P90X? It's pretty hard, rather hard I would probably say. Hard enough that I started crying in the middle of the first DVD. In my defense it was really, really, really hard. However, I don't think my hubby has ever been more ashamed to be married to me.
That was FAIL #3
We don't even really need to get into the other attempts. Me flailing my rhythmically challenged body around trying to do step aerobics, how my hubby found out that our treadmill had been left in the rain when he went to get on it and it just would go faster and faster (this is a dangerous situation for a...uh...hubby who has...uh...not kept in the best of shape), and I'm sure I don't need to tell you how badly I failed when I thought I could lose weight by cleaning the house quickly. (I think those How Clean Is Your House ladies are full of it!)
In light of all this I am going to do things different this year. I'm just going to go on with it. If I start some sort of exercise, GREAT...if not, well hopefully I'll be less disappointed with myself this time.
Besides, I'm not willing to give up my "I just had twins....5 years ago" excuse just yet. I think it still has a few good years left in it!
One year, after having twins, I was determined that I would get my flat stomach back...determined I tell you. I was going to do sit ups, how hard could they be. Being a reasonable and realistic person, I decided to start with 10. I knew my limitations, I was not in good shape, and had just 6 months earlier delivered twins by c-section; I knew it was best to take it easy. Buuut, really, how hard could some sit ups be? I would do 25...just for starters. So I set to it. That first day was my last day doing sit ups. By the time I got to #3, out of 25, I was feeling light headed, nauseous, and was pretty sure I was about to come down with a migraine.
That was my first serious New Years Resolution FAIL.
Another year, I was going to start running. How hard could a little jog be? I would just job around my neighborhood...I think it was about a fourth of mile loop. So I started out. By the time I got to the corner I was pretty sure I was going to throw up and then pass out right there in the street. It's probably important to mention that I live three houses from the corner....sad, I know.
That was FAIL #2
Next on my list of grand ideas was the P90X workout DVDs. They don't look that hard on the TV, right? I can go at my own pace really, the guy says to do as much as I can, not as much as he is doing. I was so excited, I was all in. I was finally going to be skinny again.
Has anyone else tried P90X? It's pretty hard, rather hard I would probably say. Hard enough that I started crying in the middle of the first DVD. In my defense it was really, really, really hard. However, I don't think my hubby has ever been more ashamed to be married to me.
That was FAIL #3
We don't even really need to get into the other attempts. Me flailing my rhythmically challenged body around trying to do step aerobics, how my hubby found out that our treadmill had been left in the rain when he went to get on it and it just would go faster and faster (this is a dangerous situation for a...uh...hubby who has...uh...not kept in the best of shape), and I'm sure I don't need to tell you how badly I failed when I thought I could lose weight by cleaning the house quickly. (I think those How Clean Is Your House ladies are full of it!)
In light of all this I am going to do things different this year. I'm just going to go on with it. If I start some sort of exercise, GREAT...if not, well hopefully I'll be less disappointed with myself this time.
Besides, I'm not willing to give up my "I just had twins....5 years ago" excuse just yet. I think it still has a few good years left in it!
Friday, January 1, 2010
How I Became A Mother
I love being a mother. I love staying home with my children, I love seeing all the funny things they do and say. I do run out of patience....often, but I still wouldn't change it for the world.
Sometimes I start to feel a little bit like I'm not contributing anything to society, like I would like to do more than I am, be important to someone other than the occupants of my house.
I hear so many women talk about their professions, what they do all day, the people they meet; and pathetically think to myself that the only thing I could add to the conversation is how quickly I can change a diaper and how it doesn't even gross me out when snot flies everywhere when my baby sneezes.
It can be quite isolating to have young children...especially when you have a multitude of them. Still, I would never want to miss these years of their lives. There will, hopefully, be so many more years that I can work, but I only have these few fleeting years when I can be home, and have them all to myself and let them have me all to themselves.
For this reason I love being a mother. I never thought that I would be here where I am at this point in my life.
I had my first child as a teenager. I found out I was pregnant a few months after I graduated from high school. It was shocking, I never thought that I would be that girl. I was raised in a very conservative Christian home, I knew better...but I did IT anyway. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. My family was nothing less than completely supportive even though they were disappointed. I went back and forth for months between keeping the baby and adoption. In the end I decided to keep the baby, his father was not supportive of adoption, and neither were my parents.
I had a baby boy. Two months later his father and I decided to get married.
I wasn't the best mother you will ever find. My new hubby and I both worked at night and stayed up late. Therefore, we let him stay up; therefore, we all slept late as well. I didn't feed him well....I propped his bottles up with a teddy bear and have pictures of him sitting in his crib eating french fries when he was less than a year old. He survived...he's actually my healthiest eater now.
I went on to be a baby making machine....or at least I felt that way. I had three more children in the next four year. In the interest of full disclosure, this does include a set of twins.
Eight years later I still am struggling with patience. I'm in my last year of having any children at home full time. My babies will be going to kindergarten, I'll be alone. Alone? I'm not sure I know what that is anymore. How will it feel? What will I do? I'm sure I'll figure it out!
There have been plenty of other challenges along the way....when to make the jump from working mother to stay at home mother, when to give up and buy the minivan, what to do with three daughters separated by only two years.
There have been more serious issues as well....the financial challenges of a growing family and shrinking income, a child's serious illness which turned into my biggest challenge as a motherin the form of a child with special needs.
Motherhood has definitely been a journey, a fun journey, a sleepless journey, a cute journey, a heartbreaking journey. I think I have felt every emotion. I have gone from the painful depths of the near death of one of my babies to the "joys" of taking four kids to Disneyland.
There's lots of challenges. I haven't enjoyed all of them, but I don't regret any of them. HOWEVER, if I am being completely honest, I do cringe to think about what is ahead.
Sometimes I start to feel a little bit like I'm not contributing anything to society, like I would like to do more than I am, be important to someone other than the occupants of my house.
I hear so many women talk about their professions, what they do all day, the people they meet; and pathetically think to myself that the only thing I could add to the conversation is how quickly I can change a diaper and how it doesn't even gross me out when snot flies everywhere when my baby sneezes.
It can be quite isolating to have young children...especially when you have a multitude of them. Still, I would never want to miss these years of their lives. There will, hopefully, be so many more years that I can work, but I only have these few fleeting years when I can be home, and have them all to myself and let them have me all to themselves.
For this reason I love being a mother. I never thought that I would be here where I am at this point in my life.
I had my first child as a teenager. I found out I was pregnant a few months after I graduated from high school. It was shocking, I never thought that I would be that girl. I was raised in a very conservative Christian home, I knew better...but I did IT anyway. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. My family was nothing less than completely supportive even though they were disappointed. I went back and forth for months between keeping the baby and adoption. In the end I decided to keep the baby, his father was not supportive of adoption, and neither were my parents.
I had a baby boy. Two months later his father and I decided to get married.
I wasn't the best mother you will ever find. My new hubby and I both worked at night and stayed up late. Therefore, we let him stay up; therefore, we all slept late as well. I didn't feed him well....I propped his bottles up with a teddy bear and have pictures of him sitting in his crib eating french fries when he was less than a year old. He survived...he's actually my healthiest eater now.
I went on to be a baby making machine....or at least I felt that way. I had three more children in the next four year. In the interest of full disclosure, this does include a set of twins.
Eight years later I still am struggling with patience. I'm in my last year of having any children at home full time. My babies will be going to kindergarten, I'll be alone. Alone? I'm not sure I know what that is anymore. How will it feel? What will I do? I'm sure I'll figure it out!
There have been plenty of other challenges along the way....when to make the jump from working mother to stay at home mother, when to give up and buy the minivan, what to do with three daughters separated by only two years.
There have been more serious issues as well....the financial challenges of a growing family and shrinking income, a child's serious illness which turned into my biggest challenge as a motherin the form of a child with special needs.
Motherhood has definitely been a journey, a fun journey, a sleepless journey, a cute journey, a heartbreaking journey. I think I have felt every emotion. I have gone from the painful depths of the near death of one of my babies to the "joys" of taking four kids to Disneyland.
There's lots of challenges. I haven't enjoyed all of them, but I don't regret any of them. HOWEVER, if I am being completely honest, I do cringe to think about what is ahead.
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