I've decided to start a little mini series within the blog. My "mom-fessions" will mostly be my way of venting any frustrations or pent up emotions with parenting. Today's episode is all about my baby growing up and not being a baby anymore. *insert weeping emoji*
Mother's day is coming up quick! Are you ready?! What are you getting the mom(s) in your life? Are they hard to shop for? Maybe the mom(s) in your life are more minimalist, like me, and don't want a lot of stuff around the house/car/office/wherever. If that's the case, I wanna meet her because she sounds like my kinda people.
When you're a stay-at-home parent with preschool age kiddos, you don't get a lot of breaks during the day. If that day happens to be riddled with crappy mood punks who do things to deliberately hurt and/or upset the other(s), the day gets very long very quickly. Lately, we've had more crappy days than not, so I've come up with some really quick fixes to put our day back on the right track.
I'm starting to believe that the early years of parenting are akin to a black hole for your personal free time. That time from the birth of your first child until the the first day of school for your last child. I don't mean that negatively, mostly, but it is a temporary death for your personal free time.
Last week I talked about our home schooling system and listed off some of our favorite and most effective resources. While a great deal of our home schooling occurs on my phone or the tablet, we also burn through workbooks, activity sheets and print a ton of things during the week. So how do I organize all of this without allowing it to over take our home? Let me show you!!
Motherhood is an art form and a balancing act. You are always "on" and you never really know if you're doing it right until they're grown up and it's too late to change anything. You just dive in feet first and hope/pray for the best. Good luck and have faith, Momma!
As moms, we always think we have to be all things for everyone all the time. That's absolutely crazy. No one can be everything for everyone 24/7. It's insane to try and it will almost certainly make you lose your shit.
I was visiting my mom and younger sister recently (with my boys) and my sister asked me this question (or some variation of it) and I struggled to put into words how I feel about this particular topic. I've been thinking about it for a couple weeks now, trying to find just the right way to answer this question and similar questions that I've been asked since choosing to stop job hunting and be a stay at home mom (SAHM).
In short: No, I don't want a career.
The long answer is a bit more complicated, so here goes...
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.
It occurred to me this morning that I had an OB appointment on Friday, where decently big things were discussed and I never actually posted or shared any of it. We went from super exciting news to mildly high stress information in the span of a couple hours and I guess I needed a few days to process.
First of all, Kylar is doing great! Growing right on schedule with my belly measuring at 31 inches (1 inch per week of pregnancy and I was 30w6d at the appt), no diabetes, no anemia, and I've gained 5 lbs since my last appt (a lb a week=perfectly normal and so much better than I did with Connor). To sum up: Mommy and Baby are doing great and right on track.
Now, I went in with 2 questions: How close will she let me get to my due date? How much control do we have when it comes to scheduling the c-section? Meaning: can we pick the day or do we just go with whatever they have? Turns out, any day in my 39th week is great, but the hospital would rather a weekday than a weekend (more staff during the week). We picked a day. September 7th. September 7th!!!! We're going to have a complete family on September 7th! It's freaky to think that exactly 8 weeks and a day from now we'll be in the hospital, getting dressed and drugged up to met our baby boy.
We couldn't actually schedule it on Friday, at my appointment, because I hadn't registered at the hospital yet. I couldn't remember how far along I was with Connor, but I knew it was now-ish, when we registered before, so we went on Friday after lunch. Got all the paperwork filled out and got a nice little mini-heart attack finding out just how much a scheduled c-section costs. Even with insurance, it's an insanely high number and not one I was expecting. Having a baby is expensive.
We've got all that squared away and set up, so my OB can officially schedule Kylar's birth! I have a finite light at the end of this tunnel and I can't wait to meet him!! It looks like we will be spending at least 2 nights in the hospital, which I'm less thrilled about because it means 2 nights and the majority of 3 days away from Connor, but we have a lot of family that live nearby who will eagerly help anyway they can. Hubby will do bedtime with Connor, as per usual, and just come back to the hospital with me after Connor goes to sleep. I just hate that I'm going to be away from him so much. I haven't been away from him for more than a couple hours in a over year. That will honestly be the hardest part for me.
It's only 1 full day. I have to keep telling myself that, but it will be fine. Connor won't remember any of this by the time we get back home. It's only 1 full day.
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