I am kinda tired of the Facebook mom....you know the one? It is me but it is the me I want you to see. The one that says, "My kid is awesome because she just vacuumed and she is only 2 1/2!" or "My hubby just brought be home flowers for no reason!" Yes, that happens but really it isn't the norm. What is the norm? The norm is the banana that got smashed into the carpet and I have no idea how to get it all out. The norm is my 8 1/2 month old just pooped an exploding poop again for the 3rd time today. The norm is the kisses I got from my son covered in yogurt. My life is messy, hard, and sometimes downright disgusting BUT it is mine. It is the life God has blessed me with! I want to share it with you because honestly it is so hard sometimes when you think, "Am I the only one going through this?" The answer is a resounding "NO" we all go through those times but we don't hear about them enough to feel like we are doing this motherhood thing right. So here you go....this is going to me as "Mom in Real Life." Yes you will hear about the amazing things my kids do and how awesome my hubby was for the day but you will also read about the downright hard days. The days I have to call/text my friend just to know I didn't fail...because sometimes I do feel like the worst mom ever.
Like the other day. OMG!!! My 2 1/2 year old son took an AMAZING nap! So amazing I had to wake him up so that he wouldn't wake up at 4am the next morning. Do you know what happens to a 2 year old when you wake them before they are ready? Let me tell you...it isn't pretty. Ladies, there was screaming. I tried to bring him into the living room and he just sat outside our door...outside...screaming. No matter what I did it didn't help. Kisses, treat offers, letting him go back to his room...nothing. His twin sister even tried to help by opening the door for him but he just kept pulling it closed and screaming at it. So like any good mom...I decided to let him just get it out. He wasn't hurting anything but our ears and it was just me and the kids home so no big deal. Until the phone rang...and a lovely helpful neighbor on a walk buzzed our gate to let me know that there was a baby...outside...crying at the door. Really? My reply, "Yes, I know but he won't come in." I watched her from my door as she just walked away after I said "I know." Then the feelings came...the guilt, the I am a HORRIBLE MOTHER, the worst mom known to man....I thought, "O great! Now CPS will be called because my son was crying..." So, I went out, picked my little man up and brought him inside...of course the screaming ended but I was still upset. Not at my son. He is only 2 1/2 and he was still waking up. I get it because I hate being woken up too. But upset because I felt judged by this woman I don't even know. I ended up texting my sweet friend, Mrs. Jackalope, and telling her what happened. Ladies, please get a friend like this. She didn't judge me. She basically told me how much is sucks and how she has been there. She then made me feel better by telling me her horrible mother story...because we all have at least 1. This is what we need girls. We need to be able to help each other out and not judge one another. It doesn't help that mom when you tell her she just needs to try harder. Sometimes, she has tried her hardest and it didn't work because our kids have minds of their own. We need to hear, "I have been there and you are not alone." Mrs. Jackalope offered to help me get the kids in the car because my husband wanted us to meet him for a meeting. Now I felt ridiculous, really? Can't I just get it together enough to put all three kids in the car? While figuring out my plan of getting the kids all properly dressed, shoes on, and buckled in the car Mrs. Jackalope and I planned to get our two families together for dinner that night. Let me tell you, Rubios got a fun surprise that night. Our 6 kids combined made for an entertaining evening. I was refreshed again though. My friend had helped and my hubby got to go to his favorite restaurant and be with a happy wife rather than the stressed out one he would have come home to without my sweet friend's words.
Monday, February 10, 2014
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