Okay…I don’t have much time. Baby girl is getting up soon, and I have to get ready for work!
PSSSSST…..my boss reads this blog!
So anyway, Diva girl will of course not want to get up because she’s tired from her 12 hour job.
What did you think I meant? You know she’s only 6 years old right???
Had a busy weekend, as I’m sure most of you did too.
Baby shower on Saturday as well the kids’ gymnastics.
Birthday party Sunday morning…yes, that’s what I said. Sunday morning gymnastics birthday party for one of the kids in Diva girl’s after-school program. Then it was all about Daddy for Father’s day.
I’m not allowed to complain since I got a really nice lobster dinner (that he made himself) for Mother’s day.
But man…that was a really long time ago and I’m beat!
Oh yeah…next weekend is Baby girl’s birthday and we will be having PRINCESS/SWIM PARTY!
Thank you very much!
Just wanted to let you guys know I’m still around.
Okay, gotta go. My world has just started spinning!
The girls are with Nana this weekend.
Listen….can you hear the quiet?
Love my girls, but let’s be real. Every so often you need a little solitude. Time to catch your breath; to organize your thoughts and CLEAN THE HOUSE.
I mean that deep, check every nook and cranny cleaning that is hard to do sometimes when young kids are running around. So here I am, alone with a mug of coffee and Coronation Street on the TV. I am going to get to the cleaning of course. but I won’ t lie, Sunday mornings on my own are few and far between.
So I may not jump on it, right away.
Some days I feel frustrated. Raising two kids and working full time. Trying to make sure my family is happy and secure. It’s not that I don’t want to do these things, but where is my time? When do I get a chance to just unwind and do something that is strictly for me? It seems as if I never have the time to do the things that I want to do; like write more often. Maybe even start a business. Sometimes I’m just too tired at the end of the day, that it just seems better to give in and give up. Between these feelings and then the guilt that follows, I feel unsettled and definitely frustrated.
Then I have a day like today. A beautiful day, not too hot, but just hot enough. Diva girl wakes up, and asks if she can go to church with her nana. Baby girl doesn’t cry when they leave, she just wants to go outside to blow bubbles. It’s 9 am on a Sunday in the middle of summer…why not? We blow bubbles from those dollar store jars of suds and she chases them and counts them…”1, 2, 5, 8!” After 15 minutes, she’s bored and we go back inside so that I can start cooking and she can change her dolly’s diaper. She sings and rocks her dolly to sleep and comes to tell me that she’s making dolly soup. Why not…?
When Diva girl gets home, we have lunch and then we try our best to conquer Angry Birds on the tablet. At five, she is already kicking my behind. The TV is off and the windows and doors are open. The girls are playing and arguing….but what else is new? Then they make up and we dance to a silly beat that they make up using unsharpened pencils as drumsticks. We read a book, I change diapers and soothe hurt feelings and kiss boo boos. We laugh, we hang out and my girls jump on me for tickle time.
What the heck is there to be frustrated about anyway?