Complaining

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Today has kind of sucked.  Yep.  Really.  Like lets just skip ahead a week so we can get past all this crap.

Garrison threw up all over me. Eden had diarrhea and managed to get it on the floor. The city assessor came by for a visit to update his work (can I say, it is just weird to have a random guy who does not provide any proof of identification come to your house to talk about your house unexpectedly…kind of creepy) and I kindly declined his invitation to talk.  I set a new thing of liquid detergent on top of the washer and somehow it managed to fall off and spill everywhere. I have now taken two, yes two, showers.  I have more piles of dirty laundry than I think I ever thought possible.  And I am now completely worn out.  I can honestly say I would take crappy attitudes and complete and utter naughtiness over this any day.  At least at this moment I would.

But you know what, it could be worse.  A lot worse.  But its not (at least at the moment).  I appreciate perspective and know that God gives us a sense of how small our problems are compared to the world.  But I also know He cares for me in this mess of mothering little children (sick or healthy) and wants me to cry out to Him because this is where I am at right now.  There is a balance of it all and I don’t have it down yet and probably never will.  I just have to remind myself that God hears my prayers for no more crap to hit the fan today and He cares.  He really, truly does.  Just like He cares for the mom who just lost her baby or the starving children around the world or for the widow or for you, where ever you are in life.  He cares for us all in the mess we are in, no matter how big or small.  And sometimes that is all I need to be reminded of to get through a messy day of piles and piles of laundry and sick babies and exhaustion.

Five years

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(I meant to post this yesterday and then life happened and I decided that life trumped blog.)

Yesterday at 7:02pm I celebrated being a mom of a five year old!  Crazy!

It has been five years of wonderful.  Five years of hard work.  Five years of tears (both hers and mine, both happy and sad).  Five years of questioning every parental decision I have made.  Five years of learning.  Five years of early mornings.  Five years of continual prayer.  Five years of struggle.  Five years of beautiful…absolutely beautiful.  And I wouldn’t go back to the way things were before she were here even for a second.

Eden Grace, you are a leader by nature and I have yet to meet a child who loves getting to know people as much as you.  You have no fear of strangers and do not judge others but want everyone to have a friend in you.  You are my first born.  You are the child that changed me forever.  You are the child that made me a mama.  I love you sweet girl!

My little five year old!

My little five year old!

When the husband’s away

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Another (very short) work trip for the hubby.

Garrett was gone last night and will hopefully be home before midnight tonight.  That means I get to do the things I normally leave up to him for two days.  It always starts out with good intentions that lead us to eating Chick-fil-A and watching a movie.

We were supposed to go to the Library today but the fact that I had one sad little baby (teething up a storm) and three naughty little children, this mama chose we opted to stay home and play.  This led to lots of discussions about why we behave certain ways and when mama stands her ground, not going somewhere fun isn’t going to change, no matter how good you claim you will be.

The day is almost over.  The kids are almost in bed.  Then I have every intention to sit on the couch and eat cookies and ice cream* and pretend not to hear little chatter from the girls upstairs while watching 7th Heaven…because I am the mom and I say it’s okay.

*For my friends who are on a no-sugar, high fitness craze I apologize – pretend I am doing something really awesome like running on the treadmill I don’t have while drinking a kale and wheatgrass smoothly…yum!

And because it is Friday and we need more crappy photos in this world, I will leave you with these…

Turkeys.  Feathers everywhere.

Turkeys. Feathers everywhere.

Cuteness is his name!

Cuteness is his name!

What my mornings tend to look like.

What my mornings tend to look like.

A bribe that worked.

A bribe that worked.

Van

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So I don’t drive a van.  This shocks people.  Sometimes it shocks me.

This week and next, I am a van mom.  And this van rocks.  The sliding doors open and shut themselves.  The trunk space is huge (it goes down deep) and the trunk opens and closes on its own.  It has two, I repeat TWO, dvd screens for the guests viewing pleasures.  It has leather (LEATHER!) seats.  It smells new.  The key is not really a key but this thingy at the end of the clicker thing that magically turns the van on.  It is awesome!

But it’s not mine.  It’s a rental (that I am not paying for – even better!).  Waiting for me at the end of this rainbow is my fixed 2004 Trailblazer with cloth seats and doors I have to open and shut myself, with the hint of stale cheerios and hand sanitizer in the air…mmm…home…

I can dream though.  And I can caress the leather seats and kiss the automatic doors every time I go somewhere.

I shall call you "Beauty" while in your presence.

I shall call you “Beauty” while in your presence.

 

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*Your kids are disappointed at having the park all to themselves for an hour.

Maybe this is only my (very) social children.  But the three bigs kept asking where the other kids were and if we could leave and go to a different park with children present.  I was just relishing in being able to see all of them and keep track of them easily!

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You actively try NOT to potty train your children only to have them do it themselves.

I was avoiding potty training Ella because we had a big move coming up and there was no need to stress over cleaning up accidents or setting a timer to remind her to “try” going pee every twenty minutes.  Instead she did it all on her own DURING moving week.  Yep.  Totally potty trained herself.  And once she did she night trained herself as well.  Crazy girl.

The move

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It’s been awhile.  A long while.

This month was full of crazy.  Multiple out-of-town family visitors and friends staying with us.  Plus a husband who had a work trip, two weddings to photograph, a wedding he was in, a little girls first dance recital, eating on paper plates and eating too much take out, and a pregnant mama on top of just a few of the things we had going on this month (it was moving month!!!).

But we are moved.  And it feels great!  Like, really, really, great!  And I am feeling more and more settled each day.  I am enjoying my larger kitchen with white cabinets.  I am enjoying sending the kids out to play in our non-sloping yard.  I am enjoying evening walks around the neighborhood just because I can.  I am enjoying eating outside all. the. time.

But I am back.