Some days, survival is enough

I woke up this morning feeling yucky. No energy, head cold symptoms, drippy nose. I just wanted to crawl back in bed. I think both the boys were not feeling themselves either. We aborted our plans to go to the park, and just hung around the house in the morning. I always feel terribly guilty staying inside when the weather is nice, but I didn't think we had it in us to enjoy it. Or maybe I just wimped out. I tried to make it a good indoor morning.

I was thinking....positive self talk....you can do it.

You can be a good momma till nap time!

I pushed on, played blocks, train, and made lunch. The boys napped long and I was so grateful to get my own nap. I knew I was on my own till after bedtime (BK working late) so I prepared. I was not feeling up to it, but we pushed on for a walk, and played by the marching band. We ate dinner, built a boat and playground out of blocks, bath, grams, video, and bed.

WOW. I SURVIVED.

I think despite my yucky feeling body, I mustered out an ok day as a momma.

Hopefully tomorrow we will be all better.

But, for tonight....victory!

Playing together?

The boys woke up with such a sweet demeanor. Many mornings they need to get out to an activity, but today they seemed so content playing on our home. It was very peaceful and quiet so I went to see what was happening. They were both hiding under the play structure, doing something which involved trucks. Quint was talking to Russell and Russell was giggling. It was a perfect momma moment. I hope they keep up this angelic behavior when the new baby comes along:)

The pager incident

My hubby left his work pager home on Friday. It wasn't urgent so I put it in our bedroom in a safe spot. Well, tonight he came home flustered...I can't find my pager. Well, we paged it, and it didn't go off. Hummm. I told him, I left it on the dresser in our room.

It was mysteriously gone.

Soon we were all turning the house upside down looking for it. We asked the boys a few times if they had moved it, or seen it. I am a chronic rearranger but I swore innocence in this case:) My hubby is very organized and I try hard to keep our house in a level that won't drive him to insanity, but with babies it is challenging. I have to admit since our move the one room still in boxes is our bedroom which did not help in this situation! Finally, BK pulled the couch cushion off the couch and there it was. It was sitting right in the middle, like it was hidden there by a sneaky little man. It clearly did not fall down in the crack. We turned to the boys...not mad, just curious to whom may have put it there.

Quint said it wasn't him,

then Russell piped up, "me!"

We were all relieved the pager was found, and, after Russell's innocent but proud confession, we were all smiling:)

Total Meltdown....why?

Sometimes I wonder how I get in some situations. We had a rough start today. We just couldn't get going. I like to blame my very pregnant body on my lack of energy to get out the door but I think we all were having a lazy day. I was determined to get out in the afternoon. We planned to head to the pool. We made it there, swam and had a great time. We sat down in the sun to have our snack and I realized I had not divided the snack into their separate containers yet. I quickly tried to move some of the crackers in Quint' s snack bowl to Russell's and he lost it. He was not in a good place to share. He is getting far too old to melt down over sharing crackers, but I could not address that now. He was screaming. We packed it up, and headed home. My 3 year old screaming the whole way, and my 2 year old, listening, and following directions perfectly.

It was a scene. I strapped him in the stroller and we walked home. He cried half the way and never even ate a cracker.

As I was pushing my stroller away, with two young boys, one screaming and my big pregnant belly, I could feel the judgement raining down on my from the other momma's at the pool. Or even worse, the college kids with no concept of what it is like to raise babies.

Usually, this would bother me. Tragically, I am a people pleaser.

But my moment was I realized...

in momma land, as with life, some days are just rough.

I realized everyone at the pool has rough days....

The only difference was mine was currently on display:)

Some days everyone wonders, how did I get here, and can I just go back to bed and start over?

But, we press on, we persevere. We do timeout, and move on to dinner.

This was very abnormal behavior for Quint and I am still not sure why he lost it.

But, sometimes I want to kick and scream because I don't want to share too.

Maybe he gets that from me:)

I want to braid hair?

I should probably preface this post. I am a proud momma of two boys and the doctor tells me we have a third little man on the way. I love having boys, and actually get a bit anxious at the idea of a girl. That being said, maybe my heart warming toward the idea of someday having a little lady in our family.

Today I walked by a mom who was in the process of braiding her daughter's hair. I caught myself by surprise when my first thought was how fun it looked to braid little girl's hair. I could not believe it, did I really just think that? I have never felt qualified to be a momma of girls.

But, today I was jealous of a woman braiding her little girl's hair, I wonder if God is telling me something:)

Time will tell......