One of the best things about motherhood (besides my own wonderful children, of course) is the instant connection I now have with other women.
What I mean is, I am quiet. I have never had a giant pool of friends to manage because the thought of that is honestly overwhelming to me. But everybody needs people. When you are trying to raise people, you need a whole lot of people.
I’m so happy that I have managed to connect with so many people who are the same kind of overwhelmed, goofy, disorganized, try-to-hard, full-hearted perfectionists that I am.
Poop. Poop. Poopoopoop. My life is currently centered around someone else’s poop.
Whose poop? My son’s poop. He has pretty much never, ever pooped anywhere except within the confines of his own diaper/pull-up/big boy underwear.
So, yeah. Poop.
This is all very dramatic. It has caused fights between my husband and I, even. We’ve been to the doctor. I have begged, cried, yelled and pleaded.
Still no poop. Well, not in the potty at least.
Did you know there is some special potty training guide selling for almost $100 just to download? There is a special place in hell for the person profiting off of parental misery like that.
In this life, however, I’m sure that person is living high off the hog. Because poop. Dear, God. I’m pretty much willing to do anything to make the poop talk stop.
I’m pretty sure I’ve written about how much I love and need my lists before. Lists help keep me on track and focused. I have not been on track and focused lately, but that is ok. I’m starting today. Er – tomorrow.
Here is some stuff I want to start working on.
1. Practice writing with Cam every day.
2. Look up some resources for helping Cam manage his anger. This might help keep him out of time out and make life around here a bit more pleasant.
3. Work on letters, numbers and shapes with Grace once a day.
4. Make it a priority to get outside more. I hate the cold so I’ve been staying inside way too much.
Ok, that’s it. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Our best bedtime transitions happen when my husband steps in. That’s because by the time bedtime comes around, I am done. Oh, so done.
There is some kind of rule that states that kids can’t go to sleep without putting up a fuss first. Since my husband hasn’t been with them all day, he is somewhat less ragey when that happens.
Teamwork! It works. But also, shout out to me for not murdering my children on the many nights that I’ve had to go it alone /
Tomorrow we register my son for kindergarten for next school year. I’m not gonna lie; I’m kind of terrified. This is the first step in Cam going out into the world without me. It also means I’m out of baby stage and into something else entirely.
You know how everyone tells you that kids grow up fast? It’s because kids grow up fast! Cameron was just a tiny baby five minutes ago! I feel like 5 more minutes will pass and he’ll be 30.
I wrote over on my other blog tonight. Check it out if you are so inclined.
My children changed me, and it has been absolutely for the better.
When I got home from the hospital after giving birth to my son, i cried and cried. I was so terrified. So hormonal. So bad at breastfeeding.
Everything got strange. This tiny person was unavoidably here all the time. Nothing that I’d done before worked the same way that it did after I had my babies. I was forced to change, and for a long time, changing hurt.
To make it in this strange, sleep-deprived land, i had to give up what was comfortable and familiar. I changed the way I kept house, the way I viewed my work life, and finally the way I viewed myself.
What would I be without my children? How would I know that I can learn to do almost anything? That practice can be hard and frustrating but so necessary? That i don’t owe anyone an explanation? That my words are strong enough to stand by themselves?
I am so happy that I’ve been able to go on this incredible ride. I’m so happy for the opportunity to get to know them and to get to know me.