Friday tales on a Sunday.

I don't know what is in the air... but it's not good.

I hate to be one to complain... cue the complain train:

This week has been... a week. As I hide behind my laptop my children have just subsided their fighting over an emoji pillow for the first time in over an hour, thanks to my homemade blueberry muffins, that I'm not supposed to have but am lusting over in a really weird way. 

Baking shit, it could solve wars-I swear. 

For now it just solved the fight over the double heart eye emoji pillow from-probably Walmart- that cost a grand total of five bucks and is worth throwing down over between a ten and three year old.

The logic there is really solid you guys. This is a fight worth having. 

I MEAN. 

*cracks open a 4:32 PM Beer....*

Literally. Judge me. 

Toddler realizes that after throwing himself on the floor over the pillow, mommy needs a break so he slowly shuts the door between us. He knows what he did.

It's Friday. 

Some of my friends are going home and getting pretty... some are meeting someone for happy hour.... and I'm sitting here in my mom romper and my mom messy bun and my mom life.... and I'm praying I get to the early bird special in time while knowing FULL well that my kids are going to be assholes the entire time and I will have to correct them. in public but I DO NOT CARE. I need to feel like I'm someone that leaves their house. Even if it's to the early bird special in my grandma cardigan and even if I still make it home by 6 PM to watch animal specials on Netflix.... I just wanna live.....

I JUST WANNA LIVE.

puts half the of the beer back in the fridge for later after sealing the top because.... I can't get too crazy... I have children. 

[also waste not want not]

who have I become?

Could you just not?

Where is your Mother?

'Mini, what are you doing to your brother?' Walks in on her flopping her brother all over as he refuses to cooperate. 

'I'm teaching him how to dab.'

'I don't think he wants to....' as he goes full limp body onto the floor.

Thursday mornings are always a treat..... 

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So.... yesterday was day one of braces. 

Mini and I got in a little tiff. 

I just want to be honest, I feel like y'all deserve that. 

Yesterday wasn't a 'facebook' posting kind of a day.

It was a.... 'I wish parenting had a mental health day' day. 

My daughter got upset at me because I told her that her tongue will get used to the braces and the lisp will go away. Apparently that is.... NOT OKAY. [she wants the lisp to stay?]

She gave me the silent treatment when I informed her of that... after she let me know I was dumb... with her eyes. which is the worst feeling ever. Moms of tweens.... you KNOW.

and then there is the toddler.

THE TODDLER.

He was almost banned from the Y yesterday.... he was standing his ground not to leave after two hours, and they were not amused.... neither was I.... it.... was.... humbling.

I think toddlers continually provide their parents with humbling moments.... and I'm honestly not here for it. 

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Then this morning I wake up to the MOST angelic face in the world asking to climb into bed and snuggle and I just melted.... I realized in that moment, as I have many times before that I rather be 'silent treatment-ed' by my tween and 'humbled' by my toddler every single day than have even a moment without them. They are my people. 

Happy Thursday!! 

The toddler and the tween.

Well Hello There...

Isn't it weird how you have a baby and then boom! They are a year old. That is how I feel. The past year has been so fun, busy, and full of new adventures. 

Today provoked me to sit back down in front of my screen. It just has been to long. I have been yearning to take the time to do so, but I kept making excuses, being too tired, or just trying to make it through to the next crazy day. But today, I am sitting down. In between Walking Dead and Gotham, this is happening. 

Last month Little man decided to headbutt me before bedtime, collapsing the rest of my already deviated septum. So I went to get it fixed last Wednesday. I can breathe now, but I am miserable. This is not a surgery I would recommend for people with small children. It's done with now though... no going back. 

There was this sweet moment today, I was standing in the kitchen (I can't smell or taste anything thanks to the surgery) and I was trying to figure out dinner. Little man was standing screaming holding onto my legs (his molar is coming in, the last of four) his nap wasn't near long enough. Mini Me and I were trying to keep him happy. In that moment, the dogs were whining because the baby is upset, the cat was trying to snuggle him, Mini was trying to bribe him with Barbies... and my legs were his personal snot-filled jungle gym, I really thought about how I needed a walk in closet. Not for clothes but for hiding. And meditating. I need to make sure there is a wine fridge in there.... and a TV with Netflix. Crap, I'm a mom.... there is no time for Netflix and Chill between 4:30 AM and 8 PM... and then again not allowed between around 12 AM-2 AM depending on if Little Man wants to sleep or party. 

The kitchen day dreaming passed, and the dogs calmed. The cat found a chair to sleep in. Little Man took the bribe and was content with the Barbie. Mini and I stood in the kitchen eating chicken fries and garlic bread... because it is Monday. There is no rhyme or reason to today, other than we are happy, we are healthy, and we are together...

Tomorrow is another day, and I cannot wait to see what it holds for my gang. 

Great to connect again!