Author: steelemommy

According to my fitbit, I was restless 20 times & awake for 20 minutes 3 times last night to set the stage of my mindset.  This morning as E chattered on & on asking the same question multiple times I told her snarkily to, “stop asking me stupid questions & go get your shoes.”

Ever have that moment when you snap & a milisecond later see the shards of yourself sprinkled on the floor? Millions of little mirrors reflecting what a terrible mother you are? It’s a little soul twisting. Then you get a hug from your surprisingly resilient monster, & know you just revealed your worst self to a sponge?

I cried tears of regret all the way to daycare as I reassured my child that I love her & all questions are A-OK. Every day & every moment is a gift. I forget sometimes & my cruelty reminds me of this frailty.

That your child will be egged on by herd mentality? E is a likable sweet child, kids like her. Yet she IS a people pleaser.  As i heard little voices screaming, “evie, evie,evie” as she walked into daycare, i thought about how those voices might influence her later in life. I worried she may cave to the urge to be cruel to others to build herself up.

She is scathing as a 3 year old, & terrifies me when she says, “i don’t want you, get outta here”. She for serious can hurt my feelings.

Im really hoping she grows up with empathy and the strength to include others regardless of what others think. You are my reflection, I hope your mirror shows you love.

For E to stop chattering.  Its been a long 17 hours, & I can’t even comprehend why she’s not asleep. I love her, & she’s pretty fun.

However, if she tells me one more time that the elsa song is hers and mommy doesn’t have a song I’m going to lose my mind….I have a song, applebottom jeans, boots with the fur baby!

Big E at daycare, then her little sis. As I walked back down the hallway & peeked in it was like watching an eco system come to life.

A call rang out, “Breakfast is here!”

The air froze & little heads started popping up like prairie dogs. My little prairie dog had already changed into a princess dress with high heels & was hiding the other set of princess gear in bricks so no one else could find it.  I had been gone maybe 3.5 minutes. They all literally scampered over play areas to the food. Scavengers.

I laughed all the way out. Kids are the best.

A bio about a woman who is highly successful. She described herself as “a hot mess” like it was something she was proud of, but was really trying to be humble & likable. I’m assuming this was recommended a publicist.

Ladies, can we own our success & stop disliking or talking poorly about those who do? I am pretty sure this lady is no hot mess. So just stand up & write your bio to say, “she’s a kick ass, take names operator, who is at the top of her game.  She likes bikes & makes no bones about her love of calculus.”  Own it. No apologies.

When you pee in the tub, on purpose.

My 3 year old is revenge pooping her pants.

She also just sharted, & laughed.

I need an undies chipper so i can stop washing this mess & just use it as mulch.

I certainly do.  I think, why do you have to be beautiful AND have invested your name brand into a super smart and amazing company idea?  YOU ALREADY HAVE A GREAT CAREER.  Why do you get 2? I mean, you’re great, but come on. #letsbehonest

Honest Co is launching a make up/skincare line & sent me $20.00 in an email to try it out.  I’ll probably do it, so kudos to the marketing team on this coup.  I stopped buying honest after a few months because I figured they didn’t need my money anymore.  Plus, not a big fan of the cleaning products- I like vinegar with baking soda better.

It’s petty of me….but I’m human.  here’s a magical thought that would keep me from being jealous because you’re so nice-  please send me a diaper bag– I love them.

who lost your babies on 9/11.  There are generations that were lost & mommies who mourn their babies on this day.  Babies who grew up to be heroes on this day, they were still your little ones.  Babies who never had a chance to have a family, or say goodbye to their own little ones.  You are so loved.

Thank you for making it another year with your loss, and with an aching heart. Thank you for the birth and the years and hours you poured into your heroes, one and all.  We will never forget.  I looked at my own little ones as they slept & imagine a world where your sacrifice will forge a heart of love in humans.  . #neverforget

Unfortunately, this day in 2015 has also seen more loss.  Mommies in mecca are praying their children are not among those in the wreckage.  We pray for you all.

Motherhood knows no race, no religion, no politics.  We just love our babies, and we pray for those of you today who are suffering no matter where you may be, no matter your loss.

For a one year old that totally surpassed my 30th. I love my kids, & kudos to those who can really throw a well themed kids party with the $, time, Or creativity (must have at least one)….but…..

I just can’t let my kids parties eclipse mine yet. They still crap their own pants. They haven’t earned it yet. They’re happy as pigs in mud, literally, with mud & a box. Throw them a few marshmallows, & its literally the best day of their little lives.

Maybe its selfish or maybe its whatever.

Maybe when they’re 5, then I think they’ll understand & may want to have a craft or something. Im currently working on my kids party circuit guitar songs to prep. I’ve got a few years to write my song book & record the album. Of course, knowing my little ladies, mud & marshmallows will probably work just fine for years to come as long as its a group affair with tiaras.