My little one graduates from Kindergarten this year. She made it! Yay! I knew she would nail it and she did! She is 100 times smarter, an amazing reader, and impresses me with her educational facts like it's her job.
So what a better way to celebrate this milestone and every year of school she completes... then with a CONCERT!
I am beyond thrilled to have booked tickets to see the Avett Brothers with my little kindergarten grad and music lover. She and I have the same music taste (yeah most of the time I control the music output at our house and car!). Avett Brothers are one of our favs and she is so excited! I couldn't wait to tell her so I did.
This will be the third concert I'm taking her to. Live music is a passion of mine and it's really how me and Jared met and fell in love. Being able to share this love with her and starting a tradition gives me the warm tingles inside. The show can not come fast enough and I'm excited to see who we'll get to hear next year. A new tradition and I'm in love.
I'll leave you with Lyla's new favorite song. Some day I'll try to video her singing and getting down to it!
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
First off, I want to take a moment and thank you. Thank you for hosting my two babies inside of you for 40 weeks each. And thank you for keeping them safe and healthy during that time not to mention super comfortable since neither of them were too anxious to leave you. You provided them with the best possible spot to grow and become human so thanks for that.
I also wanted to say I understand how hard it was for you to stretch the way you did. Being only five feet short, there wasn’t much room for my babies to encompass so you stretched out like a champ! Impressive for sure!
You also took two injections every day during both pregnancies which I commend you on. No one likes needles so getting shot up twice and bruising like a mother f’er was very brave of you. I’m sure you’ll never forgive me for those shots so try and accept my most sincere apology if you can.
I also should apologize for the stretch marks and the moon/star tattoo that will never look the same again. Let’s face it, you went out of your way for my babies and I totally get you are forever changed. Again, I’m very sorry.
I just wanted to tell you (and myself I guess) that I’m okay with you. I’m okay with the fact that you, my belly, will never be the same again. I'm okay that the squeezable flab hanging over my cesarian scar, that is you, forever. I can’t change the fact that you are there and that you gave up everything to have my babies. I can do crunches and sit ups until the cows come home. I can starve myself or just eat super healthy. However I understand that you’ve been through too much. Nothing I can do aside from liposuction and a tummy tuck (neither which I’m willing to do) will get you back to your teenage tautness.
I am over it. I will adjust my attire accordingly. I will strive for the rest of me to be healthy and as lean as possible. You can stay as you are. Saggy. Stretch-marky. Floppy. Always there.
Thanks again and I truly am sorry. But my two kids are worth it.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
My husband took me out last night. A spur of the moment, luckily got a babysitter kind of night. We were literally gone for only just under two hours. But it was enough time for me to A: cry like a baby, B: be away from my house and work, and C: chug down two margaritas thank you very much.
I had had a rough day. A rough day at work, a rough day with the toddler, and a very unsettling realization. A good friend of mine passed away just over a year ago and on my phone I had 2-3 voicemails she had left me prior to her passing. I hadn’t been able to delete them and would listen to them when I felt down. Last night when I wanted to hear them, they were gone. I guess my phone only saves voicemails for a certain amount of time; this I hadn’t known. I got my kids organized and safely playing and took a sobbing shower. The kind of shower you take when you need some privacy from your family and need to cry, really loud. I’ll never get those voicemails back. It broke my heart.
So off I went to drink (I had asked for some shots which the husband thankfully denied me). Two margaritas and some positive adult conversation later I was feeling a bit better albeit still pretty sad. When I got home, my daughter was still up so I went and laid in bed with her (aka passed out in a drunken stupor with her). She rubbed my head and cuddled with me only complaining that I had bad breath. I felt so ashamed that it had come to that; my six year old comforting me.
Eventually I picked myself up and went to bed.
I woke up this morning and got into the daily grind. My daughter found me when she woke and asked if I was feeling better. Then much to my surprise she said, “Yesterday is over and today is a new day. Let’s try to make it better.”
I couldn’t love her more if I tried.
Friday, May 06, 2016
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
Ahh Mother’s Day! The one day of the year when moms unite and rejoice! We enjoy the sappy praise from all around and lounge in the luxury that is a “me” day. But not me…
I don’t need a day. I don’t want a day. Want to hear something scandalous? I know I’m a good mom. I don’t need for my husband and kiddos to tell me that or show me that. And here is what else I don’t want:
- I don’t want to can’t sleep in. When my kids are up, I’m up. Even if my husband tries to let me sleep, it doesn’t happen. I can’t go back to sleep and my children know where to find me and do. Just don’t bother. I’m up. I don’t need to sleep in.
- Don’t make me breakfast in bed. Yeah we have that fancy memory foam bed where they show you a glass of wine on one side and a person jumping on the other. Don’t care. You know that shit is going to spill if you bring me food in bed because I’m a total klutz. The last thing I want to do is clean an entire bed from food spillage or burn myself from coffee spillage.
- I don’t want someone who is going to take my kids away and give me ‘me’ time. I don’t want me time! I want time to spend with my kids. Time that I’m not cleaning up, or working, or telling them I don’t have time to play. I want that time to play on Mother’s Day. I don’t care if I spend the entire day making cupcakes out of Play-Doh, castles out of Lego, or chasing a toddler around the yard. Mother’s Day to me is having a day to just be a mom for the fun stuff and not the practical stuff.
- I don’t want someone to do the diapers. I can change my kids butt. Even on Mother’s Day! (gasp!) Just because it’s Mother’s Day doesn’t mean I’m incapable or unwilling to help my kid be clean. It’s just a diaper. Seriously.
- Don’t buy me a gift. My children are my gift. Having a free day with them is a gift. Make my breakfast, have the kids make me a card, and be done with it. Don’t waste money on something that is symbolic of motherhood. My kids are gift enough and they are the best gift ever.
- I refuse to go to a restaurant. The last thing I want to do is try to control a toddler at a restaurant and not enjoy myself a bit. I want to stay home or have a picnic at the beach. Please don’t take me to brunch or anything. Fast food drive thru is enough for me!
So in summary, my dream mother’s day is to be messy and hectic and rule less and fun. I want to read books with my children, run around with them outside, do crafts, and have ice cream for lunch. I want to just play. I want to just be a mom.