Worried, Anxious and Claustrophobic
Every year we spend as a family of five in our 1000 square foot house…
I much prefer living my life with an open mind, sense of humor and ability to laugh at the most frustrating situations. For instance, when my kids received a product in the mail and the youngest decided it would be really cool to hide the toy? And later on that evening the oldest finally found said toy that we had looked for ALL damn day … in the freezer? Did I get upset? Did I cry? Did I yell? Nope …. my oldest and I laughed so hard we couldn’t stop.
Earlier on that same day when I had to pick up one child each every hour, did I freak out because I was going to be using up tons of gas? Did I get upset because I had to grab the youngest first, who mind you, doesn’t care too much for running around with Mama. I take that back, he loves running away from Mama. Yeah, that is how Tuesdays go. Mostly every other Tuesday when the oldest is with me not her Dad that particular Tuesday. It’s school, art class and reading event pick ups every hour. Fun.
Since Tuesday was so crazy, I just had to zone out and what better way to zone out than to drive to another town where this whole little area decorates with Christmas lights? Sure, zone out on lights. While driving, with three kids. Sounds perfect. Total fun, for reals! Between enjoying the lights and laughing, I got snapped at out of the blue by my oldest, why? I am not quite sure, if you figure that one out please enlighten me. I am loving this tween hormonal changes age, for reals. Each day I never know which moment I will have laughter OR head ripped off for saying something wrong. That is the life of living with my oldest, a tween girl. Lovely.
While in the car, driving to the lights my youngest decided that having loud as you can put it music is the new cool thing. But my music sucks, and it’s not yelling music. Apparently the little one much prefers his Dad’s loud yelling music over my soft, sweet, dancing/R&B or country music. Some probably can’t blame the kid, but me? I am sad he doesn’t enjoy my music as much anymore. While listening to this lovely music, the daughter & I start singing out to one of our favorite Miranda Lambert songs when the little one pipes up “shake that bubble butt”. Seriously? Now if you could have seen the daughters face when this kid said that? It was priceless. I cracked up laughing so hard!
Don’t worry, your little brother was not telling you that you have a bubble butt, apparently it’s something from a Spongebob episode. Now why is Spongebob becoming something that is a huge influence in my household lately? That is another thing that baffles me. The youngest said that the Santa Claus at Walmart was an imposter and here I am wondering how this four year old learned such a word and having a proud Mom moment when his brother informs me that Spongebob said it. Sigh. At least the four year old knew that imposter meant fake, that is one plus!
I juggle, I laugh, I cringe, I cry and I move on. Each day is lived to the fullest and I live to never regret one moment, for every moment lived is another moment learned from. I love my life and I hope you all love yours too!
The kids and I have the perfect balance of motherly respect, love and friendship. I wouldn’t change that for anything, so if you want to take a walk in my shoes? Read this blog daily, subscribe to get email or RSS updates!