Stay at home Mamas~

While chatting with a friend today I came to the realization that being a stay at home mama is nothing to sneeze at! When you actually do the math and realize how much time, effort, love, tears, & self that you put into your children everyday, it's mind boggling! For the record I have been a mother for 797 days-19,128 hours!!! If you do the math, I have earned 18.39 weeks of vacation already (and only seen 1). Some days I dream of those 17.39 weeks and where I'd go, what I'd see, or who I'd visit. Let's face it, I'd spend it sleeping, eating, sleeping, reading, sleeping, & taking showers until I turned into a human prune! I would listen to whatever music I wanted, as loud as I wanted, but more importantly I'd enjoy the peace & quiet. My phone would be shut off & I honestly might not even want anyone with me! Okay, maybe the hubby can come too, but only if he promises not to ask me for anything. I will not be doing dishes, laundry, cleaning, organizing, or sorting of any kind. I will only eat foods that don't require cutting, in fact knives aren't even coming on this 'vacation.' All foods must be able to be eaten w/o utensils b/c I chop, slice, section, peel, dice, cut, & split way too many foods into tiny toddler bites everyday, all day! I also will be refusing to wipe up messes as well. I guess if he gets syrup in his hair, or somehow throws up on anything, it will be his own problem!

When someone asks me 'what do you do for a living' I tend to get this feeling of dread. I look at my adorable children and feel embarrassed. WHY?!?! I wish I had the confidence to say 'I am currently the Head of Security, Safety Administrator, Education Director, Discipline Enforcer, Financial Manager, Charge Nurse, Chauffeur, Ring Master, & Personal Chef of these tiny HUMAN BEINGS!' I wake up to 1 of 3 things every morning. 1) My 2 year old saying "mama, all done" while she physically pulls my covers off or throws my glasses at my head. 2) That same 2 year old slamming our bedroom door shut so she can get into mischief w/o mommy & daddy hearing her or 3) Said 2 year old turning on my very bright, interrogation room like lamp & peering in my eyes to see if I'm up yet! I can't say which of these I prefer, it would be a tough call. From that moment when my eyes open, it's a whirlwind of getting Annelise her 'boilll' aka pill aka vitamin (which is her very first request for breakfast) and keeping the baby happy enough to feed my little trooper. I sometimes set the timer on the microwave for when we can FINALLY go wake up daddy! I have to admit, the sound of that dumb beeping sometimes is the sweetest music to my ears! Then it's his turn to have a fun personal wake up call from Annelise. She tends to just start getting his clothes out for him to get dressed. She pulls out a t-shirt, gets his jeans from behind the bathroom door, and brings him all 3 belts he owns. She's a big fan of belts right now. As he groggily realizes his sweet slumber is over for the day I sometimes feel bad, but we're in this together...so I help yank off the sheets! I didn't have these kids on my own! From then on we are full throttle til bedtime.

It's hard to remember life before kids. I think God planned it that way. If I could remember every lazy day I enjoyed, or every time I left the house w/ only a purse, I may miss it too much. Instead I revolve around my cute little tornadoes that daily convince me that I want to continue to be their mama tomorrow. I put my everything into these 2 little people who puke, poop, pee, scratch, bite, & throw things at me! They also happen to be adorable, clever, unpredictable, & loving creatures if the mood strikes them! I laugh every day and only cry some days, so I guess that's a win, right?