Good Morning

So, G has continued to wake up by 6:30 in the morning throughout the summer. It’s interesting, last year everybody started going to bed later and waking up later. We would be outside playing until 9:30 or later! It was very relaxing and carefree with no morning responsibilities.

This year, A has continued to need to sleep by 7:30/8 — 8:30 at the latest (he’s usually melting down if we get this far) — and he typically wakes up by about 7 or so. And, like I said, G is up by 6:30 every…single…day. I work at 7, so she usually comes downstairs with me while I get ready — which is actually nice because that means I actually get to see one of my kids before I leave 🙂 So we’ve pretty much maintained the school year schedule somehow — I guess literally just because my poor A is so tired.

ANYWAY, so I try to sleep in on weekends! Not just in summer, of course, all year. Not that I can actually do it, my body pretty much won’t let me, but I, at the least, want to lay in bed and relax for a decent amount of time before getting up for the day if my body is going to tell me to f myself and wake up early! I get nearly zero time to myself, i.e. any time to relax/unwind/rejuvenate my mind, unless the stars align and hubs is home + there isn’t anything I need to do + hubs is cool with me hiding away for a little bit + the kids aren’t screaming and being crazy or upset + the kids don’t come find me and interrupt the whole thing (ah, the life of a parent of young children). SO, I wake up some time between 5 and 6:30 and I…want…to…relax! ALONE.

That means I might just lay there with my eyes closed. I might pick up a book and attempt to actually read. I might turn on the tv and watch some Food Network. But G gets up so early, she comes right to my room to get me. I told her “You can’t come to my room until 7 am. If it isn’t 7, then I’m still asleep and you have to stay in bed or go downstairs yourself, okay?” Okay.

She did a decent job of this for a while, but this staycation we just took…….G has been coming to my room by 6:30 every day :’D I have to pretend to be asleep when I hear her coming and then she goes back to the master bedroom and does I don’t know what (lays in bed reading?). Then she comes back to my room probably just several minutes later lmao. I’m sure she thinks an hour has passed. At that point, though, I let her catch me awake and we go downstairs together.

So this morning, as expected, G came to my room early. I laid there with my eyes closed and she went away, but this time I heard her go downstairs. Half an hour later, I bite the bullet and go downstairs, myself, and find all the lights on and G doing cartwheels in the family room. Girl got up, went downstairs, and started doing gymnastics before 7 frigging a.m. lmao!

Now if only somebody could motivate my ass to get up early and do a workout in the morning :’D


Catching Up

Ah, it’s been over two years since I wrote in this blog :’D Surprise surprise, that’s exactly what I do. The last time I was able to regularly update something like this was in high school/college when I had a Livejournal. No, I am not giving you the address to my live journal so that you can be appalled at my young, juvenile self……………

So, not surprisingly, I just don’t find I have the time to keep up a blog like this. You know, a real BLOG, a WEBSITE, a place where I make specific posts geared toward a specific audience and try to get people to follow me. I don’t even know why I ever tried that to begin with lmao. I’ve always just wanted a blog for myself, but I think at some point I got lost in what everyone else’s blogs are and thought I had to do the same thing, you know? I have to be like these people, I have to follow the blogging rules and try to get followers. Blechk.

I think this is just going to be for me now. My space. And I’ll keep it public because, who knows, maybe someone does want to read what I have to say, but I’m not going to go out of my way to get anyone to pay attention 🙂 And then maybe I’ll actually use it more since I can just be MYSELF.

So who am I and where have I come since July 11, 2016, the date of my last entry…? No, I couldn’t possibly catch anyone that far up.

Let’s just say the point where I am now is someone who has been journeying through a lot of stress, anxiety, and depression. The past two years have been a huge struggle and I’m now going back to that place where I was constantly as a teenager trying to “find myself” and a place of calm and a way to even out my life and just be happy.

For a little background, my daughter is 7 now (just turned a few days ago), my son is 4, and life is…INSANE! Hahahaha. But hubs just brought Little Dude downstairs, so looks like it’s time to snuggle Momma and have some breakfast 😀

Until next time…

P.S. He just said “Popsicle, popsicle, popsicle.” Omg. 7:49 am, people. 7:49 am.

When You Wish You Could Just Call it Quits

For the past five months, I’ve been doing the work of two people at my job. One of my teammates left and the department has yet to replace him. Because I am the only person on the team who had the same job title/level of work that he did, I’m the one who got saddled with most of it. Now another teammate is on vacation for two weeks and I am virtually her only backup, again due to type of work, so I am now doing the work of three people.

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Creative Blocks

Do you ever feel like you lose yourself when you have kids? You spend so much time trying to figure out how to be the perfect parent, how to ensure your kids survive, how not to traumatize them for life, how to make sure their lives are made of butterflies and rainbows…You stop hanging out with your friends as much as you used to because you’re all just so busy with your jobs and your families…You don’t engage in your hobbies as much as you used to. I mean, who has time when you’re busy reading fifty different parenting books during the small spans of time that you’re not playing with/caring for your kids?

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Go the *bleep* to Sleep

Hiding under the covers (in order to be on my phone without baby seeing) during A’s “bedtime routine.” It goes like this…

Bring baby upstairs against his will (2-year-old baby). Get in bed and wrestle baby to nurse. Fight to keep him from leaping off the bed. Finally get baby to nurse (and calmly). Husband walks into room, bumps into something, baby notices him and starts CRYING. Refuses to drink more milk, refuses to go to husband, just cries.

Now B’s rocking him in his infant car seat and singing ABC’s. You know it’s bad when he resorts to singing–he hates it.

Go to sleep, baby…Go. To. Sleep.

Navigating the World of Orthotic Braces

When you’re told that your child needs to wear braces on his feet, the last thing you’re probably immediately worried about is what shoes to buy. But once you have the orthotics in hand and realize how difficult they are to get into a pair of shoes, suddenly you’re looking for anyone who can give a helping hand. So that’s what I’m here to do, at least as best I can (my son only just got his, but I’ve done a LOT of research already!) 🙂

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A Week Away…

It’s the first morning of my one-week vacation from work and I started it with an ant in my armpit. After a night of completely  uncomfortable sleep, my body aching absolutely everywhere, I finally got into a comfortable position for a last bit of rest before getting up for the day with my daughter and suddenly felt this weird itch moving across my armpit. I swatted, looked down, and shrieked. One of my worst nightmares is having insects in my bed, though I guess if there had to be one, thank goodness it was an ant even if it was as gigantic as a spider. I just hope this isn’t a foreshadowing of my vacation to come.

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Housewife Envy

The honeymoon is over and I’m just consumed with so much sadness about going back to work! Aside from the dread of waking up at 4:30 in the morning to rush getting ready and arrive at the office in the dark for an 8.5-hour day of numbing my butt in front of a computer with only a half hour lunch break…I just don’t want to leave my family. I have major, major housewife envy.

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