June 30, 2013
Now normally, I'm not one to care what others think of me. Actually, I DON'T care what other people think of me as a person, but as a mother? That's totally different.
And here's where my concerns lie.
To the people behind me in the checkout line, staring at me and my two year old son who's literally dragging his legs and crying because I said he couldn't get the candy as I'm trying to pull him away to pay for our things with tears in my eyes because I'm just frustrated and feeling alone: What kind of mother do YOU see me as?
To the people who hear me quietly say to my children that if they walk away from me one more time or pull something else off the shelf in the store that they are going to get a spanking: What kind of mother do YOU see me as?
To the people who realize I had my first child at the age of 19, and my second at age 21: What kind of mother do YOU see me as?
To the nurses in the hospital room who see me burst into tears just from utter exhaustion after telling me that my two year old son needs to stay still to keep his oxygen levels up: What kind of mother do YOU see me as?
To my friends and family who see how stressed I get after a long day of tantrums and back talking and just plain aggravation: What kind of mother do YOU see me as?
I really want to think that the people who see me (and my kids) at my worst, can still see how much I love my babies. I hope they can see through my messy hair, ugly "mom" clothes, and tired eyes, and see that I'm trying my best. I hope they can understand that raising children is the hardest job in the whole Earth and Mothers are the most under appreciated beings.
I can't even explain to you how it feels to be a mother. It's fun. It's horrible. It's not glamorous. It's breath taking. It's pure. It's magical. It's stressful. It's crazy. It's love.
Most say pregnancy is hard. But oh my goodness, being pregnant is just the icing on the cake. Even labor doesn't top the hardest part about being a mother. It's the actual raising of the children that can just down right bring you to tears.
I'm scared to death of being a mother, but it's a little late for that.
I just pray I can raise my children to be wonderful, loving, funny, caring, smart individuals. And I hope the world can see that that's what I'm trying to do.
June 26, 2013
If you buy your kids a $9 baby pool from Wal-Mart, they will be entertained for hours and they will think you are awesome.
Seriously ya’ll. The way they were splashing around and laughing, you would’ve thought I had put in a in-ground pool. See, you don’t have to have fancy things to make your kids happy! (Thank the Lord).
I actually got a decent amount of sun without burning! GO ME! I used to never burn easily until after I had kids. Put THAT in your “Pregnancy is a glorious happening” book. If there’s a such thing. Crazy hormones.
I tried to take a picture of Tucker and this is the face I got.
Then I asked him to smile and THIS is what I got next:
All I could think of was Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory.
I’m not even sure if Tucker was participating.
Dobby got in on the action.
That dog loves water.
He tried to eat the water hose.
Have I told you how special Dobby is?
June 25, 2013
June 24, 2013
I’m so lame.
If you have been a reader of this blog for awhile, then you already know I love me some Superheroes. And I’m not alone. My husband is the biggest Superman fan I’ve ever met. (In case you were wondering, Wolverine/The X-Men are MY favorite in the world. And Thor. And Batman).
So of COURSE we went to the midnight premier of Man of Steel. And not only was it a midnight premiere, it was also a block party! We had time to spare (see above pictures haha!) so we went out to eat and walked around Wal-Mart for awhile. And tried on children’s masks. #wewillnevergrowup
We got to the “party” at around 10:30 and got our raffle tickets. I was crossing my fingers for the $100 gift card to the local tattoo shop, but of course, neither of us won anything haha!
Ya’ll. Those cake balls were SO amazing. I can’t even. They just mmmmmmmm. <----that’s the best description I can give you.
Just look at my husband’s face. Bless his heart. He was just so excited. About the movie AND the cupcake.
I just have a thing for bearded, rugged, manly men.
AKA back off because you can’t have him because I love him.
There’s a saying for people like us: “A couple that loves Comics together, is the most awesome couple in the world.”
I’m totally sure.
Seriously ladies. Quit dragging your man to soppy lovey dovey movies. I promise it will make him happy lol.
June 20, 2013
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June 17, 2013
Along with trying to eat right and get healthy for my body, I am also trying to work on becoming a better person emotionally.
I’m human. I have flaws. I switch emotions like a light switch. And since I’m a woman, those emotions are multiplied about five gazillion times. AND since I’m a mother, those emotions and hormones multiplied times infinity. In conclusion, I’m a wee bit of an emotional train wreck. And by train wreck, I mean the B word. bitch.
First of all, I would like to say I’m sorry to anyone who I’ve hurt because of my emotional craziness. Sometimes I say things that I shouldn’t say out loud. Most of the time I say those things because I’m angry. So I’m sorry for that. I’m trying to change. And in order to change, I have to look at WHY I act the way I do.
#1. I have a hard time feeling happy for people. I think most of the reason is because of jealousy. I’m jealous of the blogger who has won 56 giveaways in the past week. I’m jealous of the girls rocking all these cute boutique clothes that I can’t afford. I’m jealous of pretty much anyone who has it “easier” than I do because I want things and I want them now. Hey, I’m working on it.
#2. Sometimes people just get on my nerves and I tell them and then they don’t like me. So there’s that. I’m working on not letting my nerves “got on”.
#3. There’s a certain time of the month where I just shouldn’t be allowed to have any type of communication with the outside world. Girls, you know what I mean.
#4. Sometimes I turn into a six year old and I get mad because someone “copies” me. Like, I don’t mind when you get “ideas” from me because let’s be honest, sometimes I have these super amazing ideas. Not. But I hate when someone’s all “I love your owl tattoo! I’m gonna get one JUST LIKE IT in the same EXACT spot!!”. No, rude. No you are not. Finding “inspiration” in someone is perfectly acceptable. But copying is a no no.
This was just a made up example. I would be extremely pissed if someone actually said that to me.
So there you have it. Four reasons why I can be the big “b” word. And I’m working on it. I seriously am. I’m trying to help out other bloggers when I can, even if I get nothing from it. I’ve been keeping rude comments to myself….mostly. AND I gave a sandwich to a homeless man the other day.
I know, I know. Don’t be too shocked. Tone it down a bit girls, k?
So here’s to being nice!
June 10, 2013
And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you might want to start watching the best show on AMC…The Walking Dead.
It had tons of historic Superman novelties.
Overall, it was a fun experience. Next year, we will be better prepared (and hopefully I won’t be on medication) and we will do a little more.
You guessed it, Superman Returns.