Hurray for sleeping babies on warm nights! Now if my freaken neighbors can just keep their mouths shut outside, and not wake her up we'll be all set. It smells like rain, and the temp is slowly dropping from the amazing 80 it was today. A nice spring thunderstorm would be great I think.
I was supposed to go into work today, and was not looking forward to spending such a nice day without my kids and indoors. When my husband came home with a migraine and shaking I realized my plans just changed. Not exactly the way I wanted to get a day off, but oh well. He laid on the couch with an ice pack on his head, and I took the kids out in the back yard to play with their Crayola color bubbles. They are pretty cool actually. The last time we used them they came out of Gabe's shirt. This time I'm not so sure if it'll come out since we didn't rinse them right away. They are really bright though! It's sort of like blowing bubbles with tempera paint. Cy was very much enjoying smashing them with her little feet. She is an outdoor child for sure.
Yesterday we took Gabe to baseball practice. He's getting better. He is my son however and getting his feet and arms to move in a logical manor while thinking about what you are supposed to be doing is difficult. He'll get it some day. Hell, I'm almost thirty and at some point I figured out how to throw a ball. He will too.
I spent some time thinking about names for my doula practice...I'm still not any farther. Go figure. I need to set some deadlines for myself and get to work though. I also want to start running again. I need to quit my job. I need to get my daughter to go to sleep at the same time every night. Sigh...
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Hoenst Parenting
I don't get it. Why do we lie to new moms? We give them this image that they are going to have their baby, recover for a couple of days, and then everything will be rosy. They will be able to cuddle their baby in one hand and mop the floor with the other. Even in a wrap that is not an easy thing. You are exhausted like you have never been in your life. You just pushed an entire small human out of your body. Your hormones are going nuts, and your poor sore boobs just leaked all over the pretty new glider you bought for those special bonding moment you envisioned.
Now if you're luck your little bundle of joy will happily sit in a swing. My son would. My daughter...not so much. In fact unless she was in my arm, and on the boob she was screaming. My house never got cleaned! Unless my husband did it of course. He went back to work after a week though. By that point school was out for the summer, and my then five soon to be six year old was home as well. While he could get his own snacks and juice while I nursed in what turned out to be a near three month nursing session, he also made a mess of toys. We also have pets which don't stop losing hair while our world is spinning without us. There were days when I would have begged for my mom to come clean the house, and that is saying something since I hate having people touch my stuff (Crazy I know).
It's not like it gets easier as they get mobile. They just get into trouble and undo what you have done right behind you! Sure, you can get things slighting under control. Get the minimum done, but as the Mom you are always thinking about the hundred other things that didn't get done. I day dream about pre-school and it's to blissful hours of house cleaning.
In our house we have decided to give our lives over to our children. They will only be small for so long after all. We do what we can, and go play! We are always behind on laundry, and probably a million other things. Our kids will always remember playing board games or going to a museum though.
Why are we so hard on each other to keep the perfect house? My house is lived in. My house is not a shrine that no one can touch. We are a hands on museum for our kids to learn in.
Now if you're luck your little bundle of joy will happily sit in a swing. My son would. My daughter...not so much. In fact unless she was in my arm, and on the boob she was screaming. My house never got cleaned! Unless my husband did it of course. He went back to work after a week though. By that point school was out for the summer, and my then five soon to be six year old was home as well. While he could get his own snacks and juice while I nursed in what turned out to be a near three month nursing session, he also made a mess of toys. We also have pets which don't stop losing hair while our world is spinning without us. There were days when I would have begged for my mom to come clean the house, and that is saying something since I hate having people touch my stuff (Crazy I know).
It's not like it gets easier as they get mobile. They just get into trouble and undo what you have done right behind you! Sure, you can get things slighting under control. Get the minimum done, but as the Mom you are always thinking about the hundred other things that didn't get done. I day dream about pre-school and it's to blissful hours of house cleaning.
In our house we have decided to give our lives over to our children. They will only be small for so long after all. We do what we can, and go play! We are always behind on laundry, and probably a million other things. Our kids will always remember playing board games or going to a museum though.
Why are we so hard on each other to keep the perfect house? My house is lived in. My house is not a shrine that no one can touch. We are a hands on museum for our kids to learn in.
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