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Potty Perspective

15 Jan

I know the saying goes; G-D will never give you more than you can handle. I get it, the concept that a person can handle anything that is thrown their way. I know that no matter happens in my life, I will find a way to get through. I may not be graceful, quiet, or completely rational as I wade through tough times, but I always get through.
Everyday as I go about my life as a busy Mommy of three I interact with people, women especially, that inspire me. Women that have encountered hardships that I could not even imagine. Women that have twice as many children as I do (gulp). Women who don’t have nearly the amount of support that I have in my husband, my siblings, my friends, my babysitter and all the grandparents. They help me to remember that things, everything could always be much worse.
A lot has been shifting and changing around here. I’m cooking, organizing, exercising, spending more quality time with the kids, re-connecting with friends, writing, and even blow drying my hair at least twice a week. The way I discipline the kids, the way we eat as a family, our entire routine has been tweaked and twisted.
At first, the kids pushed back. There were lots of tantrums, crying and even some awesome biting. (not by me) Then, we all calmed down and eased into our new schedule and new rules.

I woke up today feeling like I might actually be the one in charge here.

Then T and J announced that they were both going to wear underwear today. Just like that, cold turkey, no training or warning. Two 2 and a half year olds in underwear for the first time in the middle of all our family changes.

G-D never gives you more than you can handle. Either that or he has a sick sense of humor.



Slow Cooker Saga – Continued

9 Jan

For those of you that have been hanging on the edge of your seats waiting to hear how dinner went last night, here’s the story.

My Two and a half year old twins, ate the chicken and rice with no complaints. They left the red and green bell peppers untouched, but hey you can’t win all your battles. I made sure they hadn’t had a snack for at least two hours before dinner and they were good and hungry.
My 6 year old immediately had a nervous breakdown as her sweet and sour chicken accompanied by brown rice was presented to her. I believe her screams were something about me not warning her that the chicken was going to be covered in sauce and have green stuff in it. I didn’t know that sauce required forewarning. Had I known I would have definitely told my drama queen that the chicken would be swimming in it. Then there was some crying, some faux-vomit noises and threats of vomiting from the smell. on the inside I was laughing my head off. She came by it honestly, I tend to have a bit of a sensitivity to food smells. I also have a dash of the drama bug, so she really never stood a chance at being an easygoing wallflower. On the outside, I held my ground, informed her that this was the only dinner she was getting and if she wanted to flip out she could do it in her room. Lo and behold, after 10 minutes, she ate the chicken.
Holy crap! If I set the rules, stick firmly to them and don’t waver my kids might actually listen?!
At the end of the meal I told the kids that the next night we would be having delicious meatloaf, with pasta and broccoli. HB bursts into tears again and says, “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know what a meatloaf is!”

I’ll be back tomorrow with meatloaf madness mania.


Crying Like A Baby – Me, not them.

4 Jul

Every single Saturday and Sunday my brave husband takes all 3 kids for a walk and to Breakfast. He does it so that I can have some time to myself. I’m pretty sure he thinks that I go back to sleep in the peace and quiet.

But I don’t.

What do I do with my precious free time? I don’t go to the Gym or meet up with friends. I don’t organize my closet or drink coffee and read my new InStyle magazine.
I watch movies. I miss going to the movies even more than I miss sleeping in. The thing is, I end up watching sad movies. It’s not that I feel down or am a particularly depressed person. It’s just that there is something therapeutic about lying in bed alone watching a good tearjerker. I should also probably mention that it doesn’t take much to make me weep in a movie. Even though I have seen many backlots, film sets and know all the details about making a film. I still manage to get wrapped up in the story, hook line and sinker.

This lovely 4th of July morning I am at it again. The kids are out with Daddy and I am watching Country Strong with Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though I’ve seen her at The Park with her kids, I realize this is fiction, I even read the script for heaven’s sake. Yet, here I am bawling and sniffling right along with the characters.

Maybe the fact that I well up in most movies means I’m more sensitive than I may seem. Or maybe it means I just need a good cry every once in awhile.


Am I the only one that does this???

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