Hey there, remember me? It's been a week and half since I posted and I don't think I have ever gone that long without posting unless I have been away. We haven't been away.
I have been here, busy with nothing in particular, just the day to day stuff.
Last Friday when Jack had a day off school, I was chatting with my mom. I mentioned that the boys were driving me crazy and it was only 11 AM.
That's when she commented that all she reads on here is how much I love being a mom and how fantastic it is.
So guess what?
Perhaps I save the lovely flowery life is perfect BLAH BLAH BLAH for this. Maybe that's why I haven't posted in a week and a half. Who really wants to read that drivel all the time anyway?
I haven't been feeling the life is perfect sort of stuff lately. I mean, there's nothing wrong per se. Nothing at all. Maybe my hormones are out of whack yet again. They have a tendency to do that causing hot flashes that make me wonder if I haven't died and hit Hell with a fury like I never intended. If the hormones can do that, then the probably mess with my mood too.
The truth is that while I do LOVE being a mom and a wife, there are days.
Days when kenneling my children is really appealing. Apparently it is frowned upon though. Clearly those people don't have children.
Days when the lip from Jack has me madder than grizzly bear who has awoken from hibernation in the middle of February. When did 7 year olds start lipping off like teenagers anyway?
Days when I say things I really shouldn't to my kids. Calling your son a chicken is also frowned upon in case you were wondering. Not that I have done that or anything but that might be an idea for another post so that you don't all abandon me for being the worst mother on the face of the earth. I am pretty sure I am in the running for that honour.
Days when I neglect spending quality time with my children so I can get the laundry, cleaning, cooking, blogging, twittering and scrabble playing in.
Days when I spend more time yelling at the kids to hurry up and no time slowing down and loving them.
Let's stop here and give a shout out to my friend, guilt, shall we?
I can't do it all. I don't even want to fake that I can. Life is a balance and for the most part, I think I do okay. But is it perfect and lovely and wonderful and full of sunshine and rainbows all the time?
NOT EVEN REMOTELY.
And if I have portrayed it as such here, I must set the record straight.
We get crusty sometimes. It might be lack of sleep, it might be hunger, it might be hormones.
We have disagreements.
The kids fight and we yell at them to stop it in the name of all that is holy already.
But at the end of the day, would we change a thing.
Well maybe the yelling and the not slowing down and the disagreements and and and......
But if life were perfect, you would have to wake me up because how incredibly boring would that be?