My heart sinks…

when I go into the kids’ room after naptime, and it smells like farts.  Then my stomach drops, because it’s not just the diaper I have to deal with- but the naked child who has chucked a diaper full of poop somewhere.  Also, who knows how long they have been rolling around in there and the damage that has been done.  Today is no exception, only the rule.


What I want most…

After a long day of #momsohard and #workingmom -ing, is to go out in the freezing cold and cut down a tree for my mom. Sidenote:in an hour I have rehearsal for a Christmas program I’m in the next four days. So, yeah, grumps trumps over here.

I have arrived a few minutes early with my ungrateful thoughts, ready to wallow in a diatribe about how I have to do so much. Ready to spend the next few minutes waiting in an inner dialogue b#@*$ session. I look up and see this:

Just a small reminder of how truly filled with joy I could be, if only I choose. Because, I am truly blessed. So for the next 30 minutes, while my mother stays true to her nature and vascillates between one tree and the next, I choose joy. I giggle because they’ve sent 2 men instead of just one to help us. They trail behind as she hops from one row to the next chirping out gems like, “which variety holds its needles best?” And “someone told me there is one that smells like citrus, which one is that? I think that would be fun!”. The gentleman in carharts patiently replies, “I’ll be honest ma’am, I just started Monday-but I can run back lickety split and find out for you.” I laugh. She’s so happy in this moment to be with me, and have her choice of trees, it makes me smile.

My heart is full at this moment as I watch, because I have a lifetime of moments with Linda that make me chuckle, and make me question my sanity.

When you are having

momspiration, and you think of something you’d have loved as a child. You can make it happen. All of the items below were pre-loved and free, except the mirror and batgirl costume. Mirror was a $5 garage sale find, batgirl was this year’s mom made Halloween costume. It’s been a dress up favorite. I started with this:

The Dream

You show the kids, and they jump for joy. The carefully curated super hero, princess, frontier lady, and sizes for 3 girls. All thoughtfully arranged for ultimate organization and playability.

Ten minutes later I returned because they had invaded the living room with legos, dressed in 6 different outfits (2 a piece, because layering is king in our household). Here is what I found in the bedroom, I have entitled this “The Reality” enjoy.

Sidenote, where did they even find the trick or treat bucket?

Remember, your kids dreams are not usually your own.

How do you make it stop?

Your angelic,newly minted 3 year old is coming into their independence. They also have the time, willpower, and tenacity to out wait you. Outscream your sanity. Get up in the middle of the night until you cry with no need for sleep, I mean they still NAP. They can outkick you, out bite you. Basically, they will win if you don’t know how to play their game.  Remember doughnuts from yesterday? Well, we arrived for MC’S 3yr checkup and I asked the doctor how to stop the tantrums and fits.  She mentioned the book 1-2-3 magic. Checking it out to see if this thing really is magic….I’ll keep you posted.

Our pediatrician was right with FB sleep training (i.e. we are suckers, so stop getting up at the same Time every night!), so fingers crossed!

Our day begins…

With doughnuts when we go to the doctor. Let me share that first, we get our FB off to school, head to the glass store to pick up glass, stop in at Menards to get my company’s repair guy started for the day, THEN we finally get on the road. Needless to say patience has worn thin in the back seat as Lily screams to me, “When are we getting doughnuts? Doughnuts, doughnuts, doughnuts!”

“Our next stop, on our way now.”

“Where? Where? I want doughnuts”

“At the bakery, we are getting doughnuts now”

Push repeat until we arrive, where everyone turns to smiles and they begin to bang on the glass case screaming and pointing, “this one, no this one!” I just smile and order. Thanking my lucky stars there is more than one bakery on this long stretch to the doctor’s office. Because the first one we passed was CLOSED…and you know someone would have eaten the other if the kids could read yet.