Ramblings

I feel the need to vent some frustration, and just to kind of ramble. It's been one of those days. This post is more for my amusement, but you're welcome to vent right along with me if you want to.

1. Why did Joshua have to cry all day long? Seriously. I actually raised my voice a little at him at one point, something I hardly ever do. In fact, I so rarely do it, that when it does happen, Jon Mark applauds me for it. I don't know if that's good or bad. I felt bad. Guilty even. I apologized and I think we're cool. That's what's awesome about three year olds. They're quick to forgive and even quicker to forget... hence one more reason why he is still not potty-trained (he can never remember to tell me when he has to go).

2. So, my patience has been paper thin today. A crying three year old + a crabby one year old who won't let anyone hold her but me = one, tired, patience-lacking momma who relished in bedtime tonight.

3. We had pancakes for dinner... again, it's been that kind of day, people. But, you know, if I was single and I wasn't trying to prepare healthy meals for growing children or a super picky husband, I bet you I would have breakfast for dinner every night of the week. I would probably be a vegetarian... not because I think it's wrong to eat animals, more because I HATE preparing raw meat. The smells, the texture, and not to mention diseases that come with raw meat--well, it just kind of grosses me out. Don't worry. I'll continue to cook meat... unless I don't feel like it tomorrow.

4. Why is Joshua growing up so fast? I want my boy to stay little, but then again, I want him to grow and change because that's the natural order of things. But, seriously, does he have to grow so fast? Did you know that I can reason with him like a big kid now? Did you know he is already learning how to get things past me? Today I told him no more TV and he threw a fit. Well, when I went to make dinner (pancakes) he snuck past me and turned the TV on anyway! Not only did he turn it on... oh no, that little booger turned the volume down sooo low that he could barely hear it. I wish you could have seen the guilty look on his face when I discovered what he was doing. Priceless.

5. Even though he is growing so big, so fast, I'm sooo glad that he still thinks I am the coolest mom there was. I am sooo incredibly happy that he lets me cuddle him and hold him and kiss his chubby (yet older looking) cheeks. He's my little cuddle bug and I love that he loves to snuggle with me.

6. Mercedes is my mischievious little child. Aww, yes, Joshua can be also, but he will at least feel guilty about it later. Mercedes, no--she'll shake her head indicating fully that she understands what she is about to do is wrong, but she does it anyway. Not only does she do it, but she does it with a SMILE on her face! She's growing too fast too. It's like I can't keep up. I wish I could just hold onto her and make her stay a baby just a little longer but time keeps ripping her away from me and turning her more and more into a toddler. I love that she loves me so much. She's such a doll. I adore her.

7. How will I ever be ready to be done having kids if I can't bear the thought of not ever holding my own baby in my arms again? Gosh, that thought scares me, because I don't really want like fifteen kids. Heck, I don't even want more than five or so. But, I don't know if I'll ever be able to say I am done. I guess I'll finally get so tired from sleep deprivation that the thought of any more babies will just send me bonkers, maybe then I will know when I am done???

8. I love my deoderant. It smells heavenly. I don't need to wear deoderant (I know you're not going to believe me) because I seriously don't get BO. It's just one of those lucky traits some people are given... and that trait was given to me... hahaha suckers! Seriously, I wear my deoderant because I like the way it smells. I'll let you smell it sometime... you'll love it too!

9. Jon Mark has to study a lot. I was granted ten minutes tonight after the kids had gone to bed. Ten minutes. Not twenty. Ten. Ten minutes of alone time with my husband. It's alright. I want him to do well. Most days I get more than that. Most days I get at least fifteen. I'm kidding, most days I get a lot more than that. So, I really shouldn't complain. I'm doing a lot of that on this post tonight. Sorry. Again, it's just been one of those days.

10. Today, when I was feeling like I was either going to break down and cry, or scream at the top of my lungs, I actually had the sense to turn on some Disney songs and dance and sing with my kiddos instead. It is amazing just how my mood was lifted. I'm not sure what the neighbors thought seeing me prance around my living room acting so goofy. Joshua stopped crying, and Mercedes let me put her down so we could all dance. And, I didn't cry... or scream. Mission accomplished.

11. Today I noticed a new pet peeve of mine. Why can't laundry day make the hamper stay empty for at least 24 hours? I got all of the clothes washed. Every. single. item. that was dirty, has now been washed. So, why is it that the hamper is already half full again?! Annoying!

Alright, well. If, you're still reading this, you deserve a medal. I feel thoroughly vented out. Adious!