I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. I honestly feel like I’ve lost my mom mojo.
You know, the little bit of life left in you that makes you a great mom some days and gives you the energy to plan a Batman-themed party for your kid’s upcoming birthday. The one that makes you want to actually clean out the diaper bag and scrub tiny little hand prints off the walls.
I feel like I’ve been in this rut for a few months. Like lately I’ve always been the mean mom that yells at her kids too much and constantly has resting bitch face.
I have had a lot of quality time with my kiddos lately. As in I feel like they never leave my side when we are at home. Mama can’t get a moment of peace and quiet.
It’s baseball season and with my husband being the head coach of a high school baseball team, we don’t see him much from February – late May.
So unless we are at one of Logan’s games, it’s just me and the boys, hanging out at home.
If you are not a regular reader of my blog, you will need to know that “my boys” consist of a 75 pound black lab named Newman, an overly energetic and absolutely hilarious three year old named Henry and Baby Simon, my nine month old that literally just smiles and giggles.
I am writing another selfish blog post. A post because I’m at the tip of the mom iceberg. Because I just can’t.
So cliche of me to use that term – just can’t – but it feels like the only way to explain my life at this moment.
I thought about possibly not writing this post at all, because I would sound like all I did was complain. But hey, we all need some time to vent and this is much cheaper than therapy.
And I also thought, you know, there might actually be another mom out there reading this post that just yelled at her 3 year old to GO TO BED for the sixth time and will feel a little better knowing she isn’t the only one.
Last night, I tried co-sleeping for 2 hours, 47 minutes and 36 seconds. It was awful. Absolutely terrible.
I know right now, people are thinking one of two things.
1. Co-sleeping is beautiful and forms a bond with your child.
2. Co-sleeping is dangerous.
There is nothing wrong with either of these stances on co-sleeping. We are all allowed to have our opinions.
Before last night, my thoughts on co-sleeping were that I didn’t really give a flying f*** what anyone else did or where anyone else slept, I just needed to be guaranteed my seven hours of beauty sleep.
Everything in life has felt a little heavy lately. I was down and out with pneumonia last week and found myself watching the news a lot. There is a lot of bad stuff going on in the world. A school shooting that was a little too close to home. I considered writing about my thoughts on some of the bad stuff. But decided to stick with something lighter for today. Because I think we could all use a little pick me up.
So here goes.
I woke up one day last week and walked downstairs. I turned on the living room lamp and something looked a little off.
If you visit my home unexpectedly, be prepared to be shocked and possibly disgusted.
I have a three and a half year-old little boy, a six month-old, and a 75-pound black lab.
Disclaimer: I also have a husband named Logan but he does not usually cause people to be shocked and disgusted so I’m leaving him out of this one.
When you ring the doorbell, you will most likely be greeted by me. I will be wearing a pair of leggings and an over sized sweatshirt that has spit up on it. My hair will be in a top knot and I will not have a stitch of makeup on.
When Christmas time rolls around, I really find it hard to write about Christmas. Because it is everywhere. And it has been for MONTHS.
So I like to change things up a bit. I can’t take anymore Christmas carols. No more letters to Santa. I’m struggling to find new places for the damn elf on the shelf I gave into. Can Christmas come and I enjoy it fully and I have a wonderful time with my family then it be over?
Happy Thanksgiving people! In this day and age, that means it’s time to talk about Christmas. I know, I don’t like it either. I am usually the mom that waits until the very last minute to buy all Christmas presents, but I am making an effort to do a better job this year. I have a three year old so he is actually really excited and that gets me excited!
My normal Christmas mantra is minimal. My kids do not need any more toys.
So in this guide I’ve highlighted some of the hands-down classic winners, a really expensive but cool learning toy and something I use because I guess I’m just selfish.