I swear I should be getting paid for this. Im not talking in hugs and cuddles, yes those are valuable, and I adore every single one I receive, but cash money would be so nice.
Think about it, from a stay at home parent point of view. All of you working parents out there get to go to work everyday, maybe see some people you can't stand, but you also get to socialize with your friends and co-workers. You get to leave the sounds of a house filled with children behind and not have to think about it again until you get home, and by then all the hard work is done.
I am mom. Mom is not a name, it is a title, like Queen.
A mom (at least in my house), is naysayer, accountant, handy chick. I am maid, chef, garbage collector, butt wiper, cleaner of runny noses, dry cleaner, rocking chair, space ship, carousel, tutor, mover. Today alone I am dealing with a broken dishwasher (no I won't call the landlord, my daddy taught me to handle my own problems), having to rearrange my bedroom (again) because the vent is above my head. I'm not sure if you've ever tried, but it is close to impossible to breathe with hot air blowing in your face. I have to clean laundry, make beds, clean dishes (whether the dishwasher gets fixed or not), and I hate to say it, but I still have boxes to unpack. I know, I have been here since February. You would think I would have it altogether, but I do not. All of this has to be achieved while entertaining a 2 year old daredevil.
Don't take this as complaining, because I am absolutely not. I like my life. I am (for the most part) happy where I am. I say for the most part because we all have moments when we would rather be anywhere other than where we are. YES WORLD! Even mom's feel that way sometimes. What I am trying to say here, is that if you aren't the stay at home parent, the doer of all that needs doing, show some appreciation. Take your significant other out to dinner, just the two of you. Get dressed up. Go to a movie. Bring home dinner one night so they don't have to cook. Even something as small as loading the dishwasher before you leave for work can go a long way to show you notice what they do for you every day and you are thankful for it.
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Thursday, April 16, 2015
Where is my glass slipper?
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Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Where we meet the cast
Parenting. We have all had experience at it, whether as the parent, or the child. Growing up, I always thought I would never be the same kind of parent that I had. I thought I would be better, I would know more about parenting because I just knew my parents were doing it all wrong.
Now I'm all grown up, with a family of my own. My kids definitely keep me on my toes. I look at my childhood and think, man my parents had it easy with me. My daughter, she's 12 (a tween, but i don't get that name), is so much stronger and more vocal than I was as a child. I hope she never loses those qualities, they will do her a lot of good in life, will show her as a real leader. Then there are my boys. There are 3 of them, ages 10, 8, and 2. I would love to lump them together and say they're just boys, but the truth is they each (yes, even the 2 year old) have their own personality. Gabe, (the 10 year old) is such an electronics whiz. You can put him in front of any console, or game, and he will know exactly how to play it within 5 minutes. He's not really an active sort, but we're working on that. Josh, he's 8 and an aspi. Does that define him? Absolutely not! Josh is smart, he already plans to be a doctor when he grows up, something he has been saying since he was 3 years old. He loves telling the corniest jokes (although they're not corny to him), of course everyone laughs, because the way he tells them is so funny. He has a ton of friends and is so kind to everyone he meets. Kai is 2. He's a real boy. I don't mean that demeaning to my other sons, just that he is daring and adventurous. He eats dirt and throws rocks. He laughs hysterically when someone farts and will beat you without apology if he can't have his way. We will just call him a wip (work in progress).
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| The cast celebrating grandmas birthday. |
This Blog is about my many follies as a parent (because what is parenting without mistakes?), our daily goings on in life, and how my children survived having me as a parent.
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