Every time I take the kids out to eat, I usually regret it. One of them ends up crying because they can’t sit beside me, while the other is using the booth as a trampoline, and then we usually wrap things up with a food fight or making snow angels on the floor of the restaurant.
Of course, all these things happen when we are home as well, but at least I don’t have people watching me while they do it. And I figure they are probably safer eating food off the floor at home. Probably.
They say when you have kids, the party is over. But really, it’s the other way around. You may need that double shot of espresso after dinner, because your days of nightlife are just beginning.
Remember when you used to go out with your friends (where are those people by the way?), and stay up late? You were still guaranteed to be able to come home and crash hard — in a bed — without little monsters looming in your closet, until the next day.
Forget Valentine’s Day, it’s the day every woman looks forward to the most — the annual trip to the gynecologist.
As they called my name and led me down the hall to the little back room, I wasn’t nervous. Eight years of marriage and two kids later, I’ve certainly been there, done that. As they handed me my choice attire – which by the way, they said I could keep – my lovely pink, paper gown, the girl smiled and said, “We’ve got to get the worst part over first.”
Worst part? As if there were some part of this visit that was pleasant? Is there something new I don’t know about?
I had absolutely no idea what she meant, then I realized she was pointing to a scale on the floor.
My youngest boy currently thinks I hung the moon in the sky - not a bad place for a mom to be.
Whatever mama does, he does too.
He is home with me all day and wants to mimic my every action. Even if this includes scrubbing the bath tub, jumping rope in place, eating Brussels sprouts, or putting on eyeliner … yes, I have to say, he’s not so good at that.
It’s amazing to see your kids absorb life like a sponge … even when the sponge is named SpongeBob Squarepants.
It’s the time of day I dread the most – time to feel the burn. Yes, it’s true that this is somewhat because my body is screaming at me, “Why? Why me??!” The pain, the sweat, the anguish, but mostly, it’s because I dread what the boys will do next. Will they break another tablet, have a wrestling/biting/kicking/fighting match, eat a whole box of cookies, take off all their clothes, steal your free weights, try to swing like a monkey on your treadmill again, or attempt to fly off a piece of furniture? Chances are yes, yes and yes.
As parents, we take on the role of being cheerleaders for our kids.
But, we tend to forget we need someone in our corner, too. It’s important to have family and friends who support your goals.
That’s what my husband has been doing for me lately. He challenged me to take my blog to the next level.
It’s important to have people not only encourage your skills, but give you the extra push to make it happen. Sometimes other people are better at telling you what you are good at than you are.
