I've talked before about the importance of self care and making yourself a priority, but it's an ongoing thing. As parents, we tend to neglect ourselves in an effort to take care of everyone else. We really must stop that. (I say, after spending the last 3 weeks dealing with various stages of a cold and nearly losing what little sanity I had left.)
Anyone else have a spouse/partner that just says no to everything? Even stuff you know they'd be happy about later, but they refuse to agree to it now. I don't know if he's just incapable of saying the word "yes" to me, because he can definitely say it to our kids. Maybe he just likes being a meanie and rejecting all of my brilliant ideas.
If you are anything like me, you grew up dreaming about life as a married woman: your house, your kids, your husband, your dog(s). I watched endless hours of wedding shows like Say Yes to the Dress, Four Weddings, A Wedding Story, Bridezillas, etc. I would critique and analyze these girls, make mental notes of what I liked and didn't like, and silently plan this outlandishly extravagant wedding, knowing that I would never really be able to bring myself to spend thousands of dollars on a dress I'd wear once, for a couple of hours. I'm just not that girl.
We've all seen the movies, Romantic Comedies (RomComs, if you will) following a slightly dysfunctional couple through their ups and downs. Miscommunications, perceived slights, hiding true feelings, overreacting, underreacting. Then one day, they seem to magically click and get their shit together, they get married and the screen fades to credits while they share a passionate kiss at the altar, or riding away in their limo (or on horseback if they're really good) after having the perfect wedding. It seems like life if going to be all puppies and rainbows until they die, right? Bahaha!! Talk about unrealistic expectations.
Sports are a big deal for my husband. He watches all of them, despite my objections, and if it were up to him, we'd have SportsCenter on 24/7. Until about 3 years ago, I pretty much loathed all sports.
I love Thanksgiving. It's quite possibly the best holiday ever. Yes, I do think Thanksgiving outranks Christmas. Wanna know why? Because the whole point of the holiday is to be grateful for what you have and focus on all the good in your life.
I've been a little absent for a while now, and for those of you who don't keep up with us on Facebook or Instagram, we have officially completed our little nerdy family.
Over the last week or so, we've been running wild. Lots of family events and getting ready for the baby, who will be here in 9 (ahh!!) days. Let's play a little catch up, shall we?
Everything will be different. Kylar will be out in the world for approx 10-11 hours. Connor will have met him and hopefully not freaked out at seeing me in a hospital bed, hooked up to shit. Someone else will be feeding my eldest while I recover from being sliced open and adjust to being a mommy of 2. Hubby will be on vacation and bouncing between hospital and home. It's going to be an interesting (and probably very stressful) time in our lives. I'm dreading the time in the hospital, simply because I don't know how Connor will handle being away from me for so long and I really don't know how I will handle it. I'm betting not well.
This weekend, we had a little swim party with a few of our friends at my in-laws house. Aside from trying very hard to not act on how stressed and anxious I was watching Connor swim with his dad, it was a fun night.
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