Friday, May 10, 2013

In honor of Baby Mama's Day...

 
In honor of Baby Mama's Day I thought I would tell you how a typical day goes down for me.
Ya know...
Brag about myself a little and toot my own horn.
TOOT.  TOOT.
Two to three mornings out of the week it is just P and I.
I love these days.
You may take that wrong but you will understand why in a minute.
It's just easier.
I am NOT a morning person by any means.
Ask my Husband...
I am Queen Bitch if you try and wake me up when I don't have to or want to get up yet.
Like this morning when he couldn't find the keys to my van...
On these mornings I can be lazy.
I can take my time.
She, even if awake, is such a good baby.
So good that she just lays in her bed and plays until I come and get her.
Some mornings I have to wake her and some mornings I don't.
It just depends.
Like I said...  It's easy.
Those other two to three mornings are pure HELL just a real treat.
 
I have to get up even earlier which already sets me off.
I let the dog out, feed him, and then get in the shower.
I get out and then I turn the light on in the girls room.
I do this so early BECAUSE IT TAKES THEM THAT LONG.
Lauren is like her Father.
Pretty quick to get up and out of bed and get dressed.
Shelby on the other hand is like wrangling a wild beast.
She's like me.
I have tried everything.
Yelling, talking calmly, cold water.
Nothing.
Does NOT phase her.
So I pretty much have to pull her off of the top bunk and into an upright position until she FINALLY comes to.
She finally starts getting dressed and then Lauren starts bitching about the pants I picked out for her, or the shirt is too itchy I CAN FEEL THE TAG!
Then the baby starts crying because ummm HELLO YOU THREE ARE IN HERE AND NONE OF YOU ARE PAYING ATTENTION TO ME OR PICKING ME UP!
I walk out of the room and take a deep breath.
I finish getting dressed, do my makeup and hair, and then proceed to make a mental check list to make sure I have everything.
More likely than not I am forgetting something.
I grab stuff to do the girls hair and to the living room I go.
Typically the baby is in the floor playing with toys and the girls are watching Dog with a Blog.
I fix Lauren's hair while Payton is trying to crawl up my leg and gets mad when Mommy can't hold her.
Then it's Shelby's turn.
Another melt down.
I am either being to rough or she doesn't like the height of the pony tail that I have placed tightly on her head.
I can't make this shit up.
I then drag all of my 2084982 bags to the car and wrestle to get the dog in his crate.
There have been several wet mornings that I have had to change because he likes to jump and I end up with two paw prints planted firmly on my chest.
Thanks Stash...
Then I take my medicine, give Shelby hers, and it's out the door we go.
The next fight is where they will sit in the car.
It NEVER ends.
I mean they do love each other sometimes...
They then fight over what station we are going to listen to on the radio and how it's not fair that Lauren has an iPhone and Shelby doesn't.
{side note we have nothing to do with Lauren's iPhone}
Most days I wish that my coffee was spiked.
I drop everyone off at their destination spots and FINALLY a moment of piece and quiet.
I stop for coffee and hop on the germ wagon.
I get about a half hour of unwinding before it's off the bus and onto work I go.
I will get everything situated, turn the phones on, finish up this post from the night before if I have anything to add, and then work the next 7.5 hours.
{I have to be to work at 8:30 and I do not get off until 5:00}
Most of you see my daily posts on IG but most days I go to the gym on my lunch break.
I make time for myself regardless.
I gave up my excuses a long time ago.
After leaving work it's about an hour or better to get to my car.
I then go home and my night typically is spent cleaning but more often than not I never make any head way.
The hamper is exploding and my laundry room looks like a clothes bomb went off in it.
There is dust always.
The front and back door have sticky hand prints all over them.
...and the dog hair.
Let's not even go there.
I am really struggling lately to hold my house together like I used to.
So I clean, wipe butts, help with homework sometimes {Kev typically does this part}, give the baby a bath and put her to bed.
Sometimes not even eating until around 8 or 9 PM.
I do it because I have to.
I am a Mom.
Am I lazy some days?!
Yes!
Do I have my faults?
Absolutely!
But dammit I know I do a lot.
I do it proudly.
I love my family and I love taking care of them.
Some times though (like here lately) I just feel really overwhelmed.
My Husband is an amazing man but if it's one thing he is not it's a clean freak like me.
So what there is dust?
So what there is laundry to be done?
So what... 
 He just doesn't look at it like I do.
 
That's why I all I asked for this Mother's Day is a clean house.
...and for me not to have to do it.
I want them to clean up after me.
Nobody does that and it would be nice.
I don't need anything material.
Seriously.
That may seem like some kind of hidden notion that I really do want something but I am NOT kidding.
A clean house and an ice cold beer and I will be the happiest Momma on the planet.
{These were taken at 8 months pregnant HELLO CHUBBY CHEEKS}

Regardless I know how lucky I am.
I have a happy, healthy, and quite frankly down right beautiful family.
I have been told a lot here recently that my kids aren't getting any younger and neither am I.
A house isn't always going to be in tip top shape.
It just means that it is lived in.
It means it's a happy home where children play and laugh.
I have to keep telling my anal/ocd/anxiety ridden self this.
And often.
I need to find a balance and I am really curious how you find your's?!
Regardless HAPPY BABY MAMA'S DAY to all the Baby's Mamas Mamas Mamas...

14 comments:

  1. Marcy I'm looking for that balance too! My house is a disaster, but I do enough working and cooking and cleaning up after the baby and the big baby that there just isn't enough time in the day to get it all done!!

    Happy early Mother's day Momma! I hope you get that clean house you want :)

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  2. Happy Mothers day..I would go insane doing this every morning! Props to you!

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  3. I love you and feel your pain :)

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  4. Aww Marcy! You always make me laugh! I love you! Your so cute and your family is fabulous! Just breathe! I wish I could give you some tips, But we dont have kids that live at home. Brayden lives with his mom. But your doing great! And just breathe! Post a sign that says "My house was clean last week, sorry you missed it" and be done! Lol... Its not always that we will have our shit together, It just matters that your children are loved, fed, and you spend time with them. They dont care about the dog hair. They dont even notice it! Sometimes when Brayden visits us if Im clenaing up he asks why Im "cleaning" when I could be spending time with him. And its true. Kids dont care about mess, so I wait till he goes to bed. Pick up a little everyday. You dont have to be perfect. But you are perfectly where you are supposed to be!
    Love ya girl1 Keep up the good works!
    Xo,
    Cecelia

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  5. Do you have a camera in MY house? Is that where you got your story? lol RIGHT THERE WITH YOU!! We need those fairy maids that the hubs and kids think cleans up after them!! BAD!!

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  6. I just want my family to pick up after themselves. I will pick up my own stuff. Really, we are outnumbered and overworked!! Happy Mother's day.

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  7. I think I could have wrote everything you just said. My husband absolutely does not look at a dirty house like I do. I almost WISH I could let it roll of me like he does. Except I can't and I get EXTREME anxiety about it!

    Love the pictures. Love the gifs. As always.

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  8. It probably won't make you feel any better, but I have the same struggle with housework and laundry. LOATHE IT. But I love you and your fabulous posts with the awesome pics and gifs. MWA! Happy Mother's Day, beautiful!

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  9. Happy Mother's Day sweet cheeks! I hope you get that clean house!

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  10. You know what? Your house may not be as clean as you like but at least you're funny! And I'd bet a million bucks anyone would rather hang out in a 'dirty' house with a funny girl than in a 'clean' house with a boring person so bam . . . you are winning!

    I really have learned to let some stuff go . . . I paid good money for a therapist to look at me and say, "What would happen if you didn't do or finish X, Y, or Z (insert whatever works for you here)?" Uhmm, after I thought about it, the answer was NOTHING. Shit. Why have I been stressing about stuff all these years that really didn't matter? It takes awhile but your health and well-being will be better for it if you just let the dirty house go. Unless we are talking hoarders . . . then invite Holly (of the Holly & Jake link up) over . . . she'd be in heaven!

    Happy Mother's Day!

    Amy @ getzgirlonfire

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