Scenes from Time Out, 6:32 PM:
Zander (3) sits in time out whining loudly. He suddenly gets quiet. I peek at him & see that he has crawled around the corner & is watching TV. Me: Zander Chase! No TV! You are in time out! Zander: Ahhh! Why??? I’m never ever watch TV! I’m never. EVER. Getting back together. Ever! Scene. ~Lins Read More
Sometimes my daughter gives me the heebiejeebies.
I love my daughter. She’s funny, she’s sweet and truthfully, sometimes, I am even a little envious of her amazing blue eyes and completely perfect wavy blond hair. She also creeps me out. Take scenario one, for instance: It was the middle of the night and I heard the familiar bump of feet hitting the floor and then creeeeak of the kids’ need-to-be-WD40′d door. I knew it was Lily. I heard a whimper at the door. I knew it was... Read More
The day I decided to drive 27 hrs with my kids.
It was a text conversation between my mom and me that broke the camel’s back. I was having the worst week I had yet experienced as a parent. We had all caught some yucky bug. We had been trapped in the house. Even when we were on the mend, it seemed to be getting worse. Monday night, I was up every other hour between Lily wetting the bed, Wyatt screaming bloody murder, and Lily screaming. I suspected ear infections. So, the next day, Tuesday,... Read More
Mind your own bidness.
I hate confrontation. Any time I can avoid a potential argument or other sort of tension, I do so. For this reason, I have chosen to be a smile-and-nod kind of person as far as random strangers are concerned, because what’s the point? I’m likely never going to see them again and I won’t be able to change their minds. Monday, I did something I had not done to date: I fought back. Read More Read More
{Not So} Supermom
Today will go down as “sub-par” in the annals of my parenting. In fact, it may go down as “worse than sub-par.” It’s been that bad. I am stressed out. Read More Read More
My Doctor Is A Quack
It has taken me some time, but I am slowly but surely realizing my mom is a genius. Growing up, she worked as a teacher and came home to my brother, dad, and me, only for my dad to have to leave to go work the night shift soon after she arrived. I can only imagine how exhausting and trying that was for both of my parents. One of my favorite memories growing up was our “makeover parties.” My mom would pull out an old, beat up, black makeup... Read More
“Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you.”
“Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you,” he said with a funny little grin on his face. I didn’t know whether to be worried or excited to see what he had done. I had heard hardly a peep from him for the past ten minutes. Normally, his “s’prizes” involve some toy he has found that was missing, or showing me that his baby brothers are getting into something they shouldn’t. Normally, his “s’prize”... Read More
A Little Slice of Hell
I pride myself on being real both to myself and others. So, I feel like I need to uphold that part of myself that I both love and hate and give you the true awfulness of what I’ve been through recently. Be forewarned… this may end up being more of a vent blog than a chipper-happy blog (but you know I’ll try to make it funny). The past 24 hours have been pretty dog-gone stressful in my already semi-chaotic world. Sure, there... Read More
Mommy’s Toy
The people who probably should not read the following blog include: My mom, dad, brother, grandma, basically anyone who can remember me in diapers, my kids in the future when the idea of their parents doing anything but holding hands is grooooss!, anyone who thinks sex toys are the devil, and anyone without a sense of humor. Still with me? I know you are… Yesterday, I heard little giggles coming from my bedroom. They were those happy giggles,... Read More
Memories: The Sweet and the Ugly
because i want to remember all the sweet (and even not-so-sweet) moments of motherhood, i’m typing this blog one-handed. why, you ask? well, it’s simple… my lap is full of babies. babies who scream the second i put them down, but smile and snuggle when they’re in my arms. babies who are staring at each other, sucking their fingers, clutching my shirt, and stinking like spit up. (note to self: bath time tonight.) babies... Read More
Wow, this is hard.
Our boys are now 5 days old. One is super easy, sleeps well, nurses amazingly. The other… notsomuch. When nursing, he screams bloody murder, thrashes around, etc. We’re working on fixing it, but in the meantime, it’s frustrating. But really, the absolute most frustrating thing is dealing with our almost 4 and 2 year olds. They have lost their cotton pickin’ minds! Aaaaah! When two babies are screaming and the other two are... Read More
Spiderman Doesn’t Kill
Isn’t it great how kids pick up on everything, especially the things you don’t want them to? We’re having a big problem with that lately. Most recently, Bug has learned the word “kill.” Now, I know kids (especially boys) play “bad guys” and make gun noises and all that. To a certain extent, I can deal with it. However, I absolutely cannot stand the word “kill.” Yesterday, we were at Costco and... Read More
There’s my sweet boy.
“Mommy, you no feew good?” my almost-four-year-old asked me last night. I was lying on my bed, face scrunched in pain and not feeling well in the least. I was having some contractions that made my period cramps feel like a walk in the park. “No buddy, I don’t feel well at all,” I replied, trying not to show him how unwell I really felt. “We need-a fix dis,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You need some... Read More
Oh, the tantrums!
It’s time for another installment of “Even good kids turn into fire-breathing beasts sometimes.” Are you so excited? I hope so, because for the crap I put up with today from my four-year-old, at least I could get a giggle out of my blog readers. First, to lay a little groundwork to the story and bring you into how truly unpleasant it was, allow me to briefly describe last night: I fell asleep on the couch around 10, only to wake... Read More
I didn’t yell!
(And, in case you’re wondering, the irony of the exclamation mark at the end of that title isn’t lost on me.) Parenting breakthrough today. This was big. Bug went to timeout today, like he does seemingly every day. Our timeout rules consist of the following: Timeout doesn’t start until you’re quiet (i.e. Pitch your fit, scream and yell, do whatever, but you’re still stuck in timeout for x number of minutes after you’re quiet). Timeout... Read More
