Monday, April 15, 2013

Hungry?

Why do children feel the need to eat everything? Okay. I do actually know the answer to this. I’m just asking a rhetorical question. But my LAWD.
The other day we found Everleigh with an empty bottle of ‘stress aroma’. It was a smallish bottle, but nonetheless, it was gone. We don't know where it went, but given the aroma on her FACE, we had some idea. Honestly, I don't know where it even came from. It’s not something I ever bought, nor do I ever remember seeing it. But she had it. And her lips and our bedroom floor were stress free, let me tell you.
Then this morning, I grabbed another tube of toothpaste from Ev. It was wet, and almost gone. I promise we feed our children—but by the way they all (minus P) eat toothpaste, you’d think they were starving. I can’t afford $3.00 for a tube of toothpaste to last 2 days because these fools love to eat it.
My kiddos have eaten their fair share of Vaseline, butt paste, wet toilet paper from the toilet, crayons, candles, floam, leaves, aaaaand garbage. Food n stuff, straight from the trash can. The best was coffee grounds. Because everyone has time to clean that up and get the kids ready and to work on time! One of them has even eaten...dog poop. Yep. She snagged some from the yard and took a taste. BARF! Because how do you even begin to make sure it's all out of a one year olds mouth? Grossest. Thing. Ever.
 
 
My first child challenged me in many ways, but eating everything she shouldn't...... she let me have a free pass on that one. Then number 3 and 4 came along. They took putting everything in their mouth to the extreme. I understand that when the kids are older, life will still be difficult. But promise me it will be less gross?! And that I won't have to worry all of the non-edible things becoming edible to the Bergie bunch. Mmmkay, thanks.
 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I really don't do anything...

The other day I met my good friend from college for dinner. We talked about how much we miss each other, and that we really need to get together more often. She has two children, the same ages as Paisley and the twins. She works full time and has a busy life too. As we sat there talking, we both kept saying, "I don't do anything" in reference to our lives.

And, it's true. I really don't go out. I hardly ever do dinner dates. Hell, I never do dates with my husband. I never go see a movie. I just don't really do anything.

So as we parted ways that night, I said, "Let's just get together tomorrow with the kids, we aren't doing anything."

The next day came. I worked a half day. When I got home, I played with the kids for a bit, then I worked out. Then I showered. Then I thought about everything else that had to be done that day. I had to grocery shop, get the twins hair cut and color Easter eggs with the kids. I wasn't sure I would even get all of that in before bed time, never mind getting together with friends.

I wasn't lying when I told my friend that I don't do anything, because I really feel like I don't. But it was that day I realized, when I had to text her to tell her we couldn't get together because I actually really did have a lot do to. It's called LIFE.

I have groceries to get, dinners to make, clothes to watch, huge messes to clean, work to do, treadmills to run, kids to chase, toilets to clean, legos to pick up, kids to bathe, forts to build, rooms to clean and life to live.

I can't tell you how many times I've told people, "I don't do anything." The truth is, I'm always doing something! And it's not grabbing drinks for happy hour or meeting up with my personal trainer, that's for sure.

The stuff I'm doing is this.....






 
Raising my family. It's a lot of work. A lot. And it means 99.7% of the time, I'm doing something. And in that .03% of the time that I'm not. I like it that way.

Thankfully for me, my friends really do understand what life is life for a working mother of four. It's not that I don't try to make time for each and every one of them. It's just that if I made time for them each one every single month, I'd never be home. I have a lot of friends, y'all.

I know life won't always be like this. I won't always have to cut dinner into tiny pieces and clean up food on the floor, refill glasses of milk 500 times a day, change diapers, clean pee up off the floor (well...maybe), and run around like a crazy lady.

Some day, I'll wonder, hmmm what should I do tonight? Rather than, how in the hell am I going to get all of this done tonight?!

And in the mean time, I'm going to stop saying 'I do nothing' and say, ' I do nothing fun.' Well, that's not true either, because being with my kiddos is pretty dang fun. They say the funniest crap and do the silliest things ever. If only we had a maid.

I'm going to do dinner dates with my friends as much as I can, and be okay with the fact that this is my life. I'm blessed to have this cccrrraaaaaazzzzyyy life, and friends who understand.






 



~Brook