The Boy: Mommy what are those? Are they pull ups?
Me: No, they aren’t pull ups.
The Boy: Oh are they bandaids? Are you hurt?
Me: No, its just something for mommies.
The Boy: Oh something for mommies? Ok.
The item in question….a box of Always LOL!!
So I wrote this last week and forgot to post it… since a little birdie told me I haven’t blogged in a long time I thought I would publish this draft. I should also say umm… ma’am you haven’t blogged either…
Last week The Girl and the Hubs both had birthdays and since it was a holiday weekend he was able to fly home to spend a little time with us. Of course the kids were ecstatic to see their dad and I was not short on smiles either!
The weekend seemed to be a nonstop flurry of activity, but in reality we didn’t do a whole lot. Saturday we took family pictures which is something we haven’t done since the boy was 2 months old and now he’s two and a half! I must say the pictures turned out quite well and I was so glad that the kids cooperated long enough for us to get some great shots.
Later that evening we went out for dinner at this little Hibachi restaurant not far from where we live. We thought the kids would get a kick out of seeing their food cooked in front of them and we were right. After dinner we had to rush home so a certain someone could watch the UGA game… I won’t even comment on the outcome.
Sunday was a pretty lazy day until late in the afternoon when we decided to take the kids to the park and to Baskin Robbins for ice cream! After we got home it seemed as if the evening began to progress at the speed of light because before I knew it, it was time for bed.
Monday morning was upon us before we knew what hit us and soon we were on the road to take the hubs back to the airport. This was the first time the kids have gone with me to drop him off so needless to say it wasn’t a pretty picture. The Boy cried in spurts and The Girl silently cried into her tissue. At one point while we were driving she turned to look out the back window and was reaching back towards the airport. She nearly broke my heart. I was acutely aware of her pain because at that age too I was a daddy’s girl. My daddy was larger than life and something like a super hero who I loved to be around and I definitely see that in her. Eventually she calmed down and was pretty much back to normal, you know talking me to death!
This week is the halfway mark in the hubs training class so we have 9 more weeks to go… I hope and pray they go fast!
My mother, being the saint that she is, kept my children ALL summer. The last day of school was June 3rd and Nana got the kids June 4th. Not only did she have my 2 rugrats she also kept my niece and nephew because my brother was preparing to deploy (7/5) and their mother was already in Iraq. Again she’s a saint…
I would be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy every minute of my freedom. My name has been Mommy so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to just be “B.” I didn’t do anything major during this childless summer, but that in itself was priceless. An uninterrupted nap is a rare gem, especially with a 5 and a 2 year old, so I treated myself to several. I plowed through my to-be-read list and caught up on some of my favorite television shows.
Like all good things my vacation came to an end yesterday. I am once again Mommy! Life was somewhat normal that is until bedtime. The Boy was crying for no apparent reason and The Girl supposedly now is afraid of the dark so she was also wailing like a wounded animal. They finally cried themselves to sleep….. well until 3:45 am when The Boy woke in a panic and came into my bedroom. Interestingly enough once he was in my bed he went RIGHT back to sleep. The Girl, who so kindly escorted her brother to my room at this ungodly hour then decides she doesn’t like sleeping alone and cries as she tells me about her new fear. All I could think about how close it was to 6.
I’m praying we can all get on a schedule and soon, because TG goes back to school next week. There will be no room to play around. Well folks looks like “me time” was a huge success, but its time to get back to work.
Today is one of those days that I feel like I am at my wits end and this feeling only started AFTER I picked up my kids. The girl and I went to the grocery store before heading to the daycare to pick up the boy and she was all over the place! She was walking off, picking up huge jars of pickles and of course being mouthy as usual! I really wanted to give her a good old fashion beat down, but I refrained from being that parent who acts a damn fool in public. Fast forward a few minutes we have the boy and are at home, as soon as we hit the door he starts whining which is like nails on a chalkboard. Instead of asking for a cup of milk like a normal person because he can talk he thinks he’s better served by whining. His whine is this weird shaky billy goat sounding noise and it sends me every. single. time.
I need a break and its coming soon! My mom is going to keep the kids for the summer and perhaps this makes me a bad mother for admitting this BUUUUUT I am counting down the days until they leave! I need a little freedom and time to myself to just breathe! One of my girlfriends always says that she admires me and she thinks I am a great mom, but right now I definitely don’t feel like one. I feel like an overwhelmed, highly stressed-out basket case! Whoever said God has a sense of humor was NOT lying!!! How else would I, the some times introvert, have a daughter who is super hyper, outgoing and talkative???
I don’t know what I will do with all of this free time but I am so anxious to have it!!! The knowledge that I can come and go as I please, not having to figure out who can watch them while I do the simplest things sounds so appealing. God bless my mother, for right now she is a SAINT!!!!
Time flies when you’re having fun…. Truer words have never been spoken. The hubs came home on 3/16 and now he’s gone again, this time to Ft. Leonard Wood for more training. It seems as if time was dragging while he was gone, but once he got home the days zipped by at lightning speed. Unfortunately, this separation will be much longer than the first, because he won’t be home until early August. Luckily The Girl and The Boy are at my mom’s for the week so I don’t have to deal with the issues that come from missing daddy just yet. I think The Girl will be easier to deal with because she is old enough to have some sort of understanding but The Boy is going to be a different story all together. He turned two right before The Hubs came home so with that birthday seemed to come more awareness of his surroundings. For him it was an out of sight out of mind type of situation, but now that he’s seen his dad I don’t know how that is going to work when he gets home this weekend and daddy isn’t there.
Well there’s no time for moping and complaining! Summer’s around the corner I guess I need to start planning some fun activities for the kiddos to keep their minds off daddy not being home. I probably should also start being a bit more hardcore with my workouts just in case we hit the beach AND so I’ll have enough energy to keep up with those two!
Since the birth of my son I haven’t blogged at all! I must do better!