Leah on… Getting Old?

Me: Okay, time to go brush teeth and get ready for bed.

Leah: Ugh…it’s just so hard for me to get up.

Me: Um…you’re four!

Leah: Yeah, I’m four. And I feel EVERY day of it.

And then she proceeded to get annoyed at Dave and I when we couldn’t stop laughing. Where does she get this stuff?

My Life Right Now

7:30 am- Get woken up by Dave right as I finally fall into a deep sleep. He has to go to work, and Leah is already up.

7:32 am- pee

7:33 am- test blood sugar

7:35 am- make breakfast for Leah and I. Eat said breakfast, catch up on cafemom, make the beds, wash the dishes, help Leah brush her teeth and get dressed, shower.

Rest of the day is spent trying to cross items off of a to-do list, such as homework and cleaning. I get distracted by Leah, shiny objects, sales phone calls, and my own exhaustion. Oh, and peeing about 50 times throughout the day.

5:30 pm- Make dinner

6:00 pm- push food around on plate because nothing tastes right.

6:30-8:00 pm- muddle through clean up and getting Leah ready for bed, now completely exhausted.

8:00 pm- snuggles and talks about our day with Leah. This is my favorite time.

8:15- Finally sit down to relax, get comfy, and then realize I have to pee again. Oh, and check my sugar.

9:30- Snack time, but it’s never what I really want, which is Death By Chocolate ice cream.

10:00 bed time- where I will attempt sleep for the next 9 hours, but will mostly just toss, turn (ever so slowly), take tums, pee, contract, pee again, have a weird dream, flick Dave for snoring, pee some more, feel Christopher kick my ribs, and did I mention pee?

6:00 am- wait for Dave to get into the shower before completely stretching out to take up the whole bed.

6:15 am- Finally fall into a deep sleep, until 7:30 comes.

Home Is Where Your Mom Is

Every so often, usually when I am driving in the car and looking at the beautiful homes that I pass, I get a little resentful and sad. I begin to feel like I will never own a real house, let alone my dream home. It makes me feel like a failure as a mother because I have always had this picture in my head of my kids growing up in this perfect house, and then bringing their kids to visit us there as we grow old. I picture my kids in a big back yard, having barbeques, and having sleepovers with their friends in a cozy family room. I picture us taking a photo in the same spot every year at Christmas, and my children always going to the same school because we never want to leave our perfect home.

I never had that as a kid. We moved around a lot, and neither one of my parents was able to buy a house until they were divorced an remarried, and by then I was nearly a teenager. I never really minded much, but I still have that image of what I want for my kids.

Today I had an epiphany. I don’t have a “childhood home” that I can visit, but that doesn’t matter. My mom moved into her current house right around when Leah was born. I had already lived on my own for a couple of years by then, and yet I am as comfortable there as in my own house, and it’s because she is there.

No matter what is going on, I am always welcome at mom’s house. I usually call, but I know I could just show up if I needed or wanted to. If no one were home I could let myself in. I can go there if I need food, shelter, or just a hug. I bring my daughter there to visit quite often and she loves it. But the reason she loves it is not the physical place. It is the love, and it is the people. Those are the reasons I feel so at home there, too.

It doesn’t matter that I never ran through the halls as a child, or that I never sat in that dining room to do my homework. It doesn’t matter that my date did not pick me up there for the prom, and it doesn’t matter that none of the bedrooms were ever covered in posters of my favorite bands. All that matters is that my mom makes that house feel like home, just by opening it up to me always, and by being there herself.

I still hope to have my dream house someday, of course. But now I know, even if we can’t make that happen until our children are grown, we can always make it home to them as well, because WE are their home.

I did it!

For several months now I have been preparing to launch a storenvy site so that I can sell my handmade jewelry. Today I finally got it up ad running! It was a long process of making enough inventory, taking somewhat decent photos of the jewelry, uploading and editing those photos, and finally setting up the site, but I am finally done. I will promote it on my blog once in awhile, but I promise not to inundate you because that is certainly not the purpose of this blog!

If you want to check it out, here is a link:

http://outofmymind.storenvy.com/

Also, here are a couple of pictures of my favorite pieces so far! Feel free to leave some feedback in the comments, and as always, thanks for reading!

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Huh…Didn’t See That Coming!

There is no amount of coffee that could have prepared me for this early morning question from Leah:

“Mommy, how do people get preg-a-nent?” (she adds extra syllables to certain words. It’s adorable).

My response went something like this:

“Wow! Um…well, haha. That’s a tough one. Haha, uh…you see…”

Leah said, “What I’m really asking is how does the baby get IN the mommy’s belly?”

I said, “Um, yeah. Good question. Well, um. It kinda just starts from nothing and then just grows in there. Yeah.”

“Oh.” Leah got very quiet and the worst part is that I could feel her silently judging me. She is no dummy. She knows I lied.

I don’t like to lie to my daughter. At the beginning of this pregnancy, I had no problem setting her straight on the fact that the baby will not be exiting through my mouth. She is very mature and did not seem taken aback when I told the truth.

This, however, is a whole different conversation. One that I hoped would come up…never! Okay, not never, but four is too young for a sex talk. I want my little girl to stay innocent as long as possible. That being said, I need to come up with a better prepared response in case it comes up again. Something that doesn’t lie, per se, but also doesn’t reveal too much. Any suggestions?

 

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Leah on Mommy Doing Homework

As most of you know, I am a full time student. I recently completed my Associate’s Degree, and I am now beginning a Bachelor’s in Psychology. This morning I have been working on some discussion questions for one class, and was about to begin working on my Statistics project when Leah informed me:

“Mommy, sometimes I love it when you have lots and lots of homework. That way I can just play, play, play with no distractions!”

Hmmm, I had no idea that I normally keep her from her playtime! I will have to keep that in mind for the future, I suppose!

 

 

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