Most days, I feel like I have my stuff together.
I like to think that my family is well taken care of and that I deserve a high five. These humans I’m raising are so full of life, independent and have hearts of gold. I must be doing something right… right?
Here’s a glimpse of our every day life..
Since Rae doesn’t go to school til the afternoon session this year (next year is all day. high five!) we tend to somewhat sleep in and get ready slowly in the morning. Why hurry if we don’t have to? I wake up before anyone so that I can sneak into the kitchen and get that first cup of coffee. Then I go downstairs and talk to God and start my day with some peace. By the time I’m ready for my second cup, my oldest is up and I have to share the quiet.
I hurry around to make everyone breakfast and ignore the fact that my stomach is going to eat itself. While the girls eat, I usually have to get through the shower and make myself look presentable. Trust me, I don’t get all dolled up. If you read my fashion blog, you already know. It’s the basic mascara, eyebrows filled in, and my hair up in a messy bun. Yes, I’m that mom these days.
By the time we take Rae to school at noon, I’m ready for a nap, but I keep going. Mia and I share our lunch time and catch up on whatever shows are on Hulu from the night before. If she’s ready for a nap, then by golly this mama is ready to rest her eyes also. But about this time, Isaac comes home for lunch, so I can’t nap. I mix a Spark and go clean something.
Once Rae is home from school, she’s starving and I let her fend for herself. She has a sweet tooth like her mom and I need to stop it.. but most days I just don’t want to argue. Lazy, I know.
Dinner time rolls around and you’re probably thinking I have all the time in the world, so why not make this amazing dinner every night. HA! It doesn’t happen. I do try to cook at least 3 times a week. But ya know what, a sandwich, cereal, or frozen pizza is just fine in my book. It seems like the nights I cook, I hear a bunch of complaining from my oldest about not wanting “that.” I am that parent that makes her eat what I make and there is no other option. I am doing that part correct.
I yell too much.
I don’t deep clean my house enough.
I hide chocolate from my kids so I don’t have to share.
I go down to the laundry room to cry so my kids don’t see me.
I can’t wait for bed time.
I decorate my house and rearrange furniture when I’m stressed, instead of doing what actually needs to be done. SO WHAT. It can wait.
I hope I’m not the only one and that you all can relate. I do love these tiny little humans Isaac and I brought into this world. They make me laugh, fill my heart and teach me to slow down and enjoy the little things. I wouldn’t want anything to be different. My life is crazy, but it’s my wild flower life.