Shit Happens...A Lot & Everywhere!

 

 

So just when I thought my week sucked and felt like NO parent on the face of the Earth (bit dramatic?) has ever been through what I have. {Jimmy's away at work, Kenzie learned to crawl and is in everything, Jackson's being his normal monster self, and F**kin' Mother Nature hits and I swear my uterus might explode}.. Marissa, despite her miserable experiences, made my day with her post of literally the SAME things that were happening to me. Finally, I'm not the only one being shit on this week!

Thursday Morning Accident #1

 

Ok..11:40 but hey there's still 20 minutes left of the "morning". My kids finally decide we need to role outta bed..yes, they both slept with me again. We do the normal routine:

• Get the kids to the living room and turn on cartoons
• Get the puppy outta the kennel to go potty
• Head to the kitchen to get the kids & Coco food.

 

Before I can even get food going all I hear are screams of disgust from my 2 year old . "Ewww, its all ober sister, Moooommmm POOPY!!!" Kenzie, who thinks having poop is hilarious, is laughing and squealing as she SCOOTS on her booty (like a dog) across the carpet.

I seriously don't wanna go in there but I'm the mom and its kinda my job. Its pouring outta the diaper and onsie, a trail of yuck smeared in the carpet, down her leg, in one sock and on those sweet hands headed for the couch.

I scoop her up and do the weird hold ( arms length away stinky baby dangling one..you know) and gag the whole way to the tub while she thinks its the best thing ever.

 

It'd be amazing if that was it for the week but it wasn't...

 

Friday Afternoon Accident #2

 

Sitting on the couch checking FB...yep, mom of the year moment. The kids were playing right in front of me on the floor so I was paying enough attention that I knew they weren't burning the house down...yet.

About 5 minutes later a horrible smell fills the room. I get up smelling things like a crazy lady. Kenzie, the dog, looking under the table, in the kitchen, bathroom..I cant find the source anywhere! But little do I realize my Potty Training 2 year old is underwear-less.

"Jax were did your undies go?"

"I go potty"

"Did you poop?"

"Yep"

Ok, I didn't check is potty chair...nothing in it. EMPTY.

"No Mom in here"

Yep, there it is a little Log chillen on my living room floor.

 

 

Oh, yea, still not done...

 

Sunday Afternoon Accident #3

 

While attempting to make chicken strips & mashed potatoes (no diet there)

My son decides hes just gonna save himself a trip to the bathroom and do it in his undies.

No hiding it. He fessed up as soon as he was finished. Showed me where he stood to do it. No shame in his game.

Get him to the bathroom and put him on the potty. I run bath water, grab Kenzie who's decided to join in on the fun, and run to check dinner. I'm still thinking hes on the potty. NO. Hes took it upon himself to get off and go hide under my blanket on the couch.

With shit all over his hiney and now foot, couch and my clean blanket. Yay! Just what I wanted to do all night...Laundry & Cleaning Carpet :)

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So Ive come to these conclusions: Not only do my kids Hate me this week! But Shit Happens Everywhere but the potty in this house.

It's an Honor...Liebster Award.

 Liebster Award

 What An Honor

 

Rules If Ya Wanna Participate

 1. Each blogger should post 11 random facts about themselves.
2. Answer the questions the tagger has set for you, then create 11 new questions for the bloggers you pass the award to.
3. Choose 11 new bloggers (with less than 200 followers) to pass the award to and link them in your post.
4. Go back to their page and tell them about the award.
5. No tag backs.

 

 

Here We Go... 11 Random Facts About Yours Truely :)

1. I am completely OBSESSED with my kids. But what parent isnt?

 

2. I LOVE photography. I'm not the best but my camera is another Baby to me!

 

3. I spent way to much time doing these- Texting, FB, Twitter, Email, or Blogger.

 

4. I will not eat a left over unless its Spaghetti.

 

5. I cant cook. As much as I'd love to say I'm amazing in the kitchen...I'm NOT. So when my son says "Dang thats good" to my hamburger helper you better believe I just felt like Paula Dean!

 

6. I'm an in the closet MTV watcher. I enjoy Jersey Shore, Snooki & JWOWW, Buckwild, Teen Mom and even Ridiculousness.

 

7. I have one of the closest bonds with my brother that strangly didnt happen untill we were adults. When we get together you'd think we were 10 with all the inside jokes & quoting shows like we wrote em.

 

8. I'm Scared to death of birds. Dont ask why they just CREEP me out.

 

9. I consider my SO as my only Best Friend.

 

10. I enjoy cleaning. Yes, you heard that right. I Love it takes my stress away.

 

11. We practically live in the water during the summer with LONG River Floats and I cant Swim! Yep, 21 years old and cant swim.

 

 

 

Questions for me by Chantal over at Adventures in Hickeyland

 

Who was the very first blogger you started reading regularly?

Dont Quote The Raven

Shes by far my favorite & Super Funny :)

Last great book you read?

 Um...Yea can I say I dont read to often unless you count The Three Little Pigs? I have read it about 20 times today.

What magazines (if any) do you just have to read every month?

 I use to read Cosmo every month then I got a life.

Best parenting or marriage advice you've ever recieved?

Parenting. Do What You Believe is Right.

 

Are you a couponer? If so, extreme or newbie?
 

I tried, realy, I did. I just ALWAYS forget my coupons.

If you could pick any other place in the world to move to, where would it be?

 Not sure if anywhere other than Texas could ever be called 'Home' but I'd die for a chance in Itally.

Who was your first follower on your blog (if you know!)?

Marissa. The funny Mama behind this.

What is your favorite color combination?

Turquoise & Pink

Which of your Pinterest boards (if you have one) has to most pins?

Probably My Feeling Crafty board.

All time favorite DIY project you've seen on Pinterest (or elsewhere)?

Uh, seriously, all of them!

Where is your "happy place"?

At Home surrounded by the laughter of the ones I love :)


11 Questions For My Nominees

1. Whats your favorite thing to do to pass time?
2. What made you smile last?
3. If you could change places with someone who would it be & why?
4. Can you name 3 of your favorite Blogs to read?
5. Whats your all time favorite movie?
6. Funniest thing to happen in the past week?
7. Worst Habit?
8. The most embarrassing things your kids have done?
9. What did you want to be when you were little?
10. Favorite Blog subject?
11. How do you spent your Saturdays?

My Nominees

To Be Announced :)






 

The Hubby, Two Kids, A Dog... And Where I Was Suppose To Sleep?

It's raining..wait let me rephrase that.. It's POURING down! And it sounds absolutely amazing on this tin roof. Like a lullaby rocking you to sleep, my eyes are barely staying open to write this! So why am I not enjoying the music?

Um, does a 2 year old, 8 month old, a spoiled dog, and hubby in our bed mean anything to you? Yea, no room for Mommy! My kids sleep like some Jack Donkeys!!! Not even exaggerating one bit. If before I had kids someone told me to invest in a California King just for that reason, I'd laugh. Now I'd thank God if someone got me one.
My Son is the craziest one. One minute he cuddles, the next minute he's kicking you in the face. Not to mention his dreams, I don't know what that boy dreams of. Laughing to nearly crying, then he's screaming.
Our 8 month old stays fairly still but hates to be cuddled..which is kinda impossible in a queen size bed! And don't get me started on ALL of them being little heaters! Seriously, we don't need to even run our heater when they pile in bed. Which isn't always a bad thing unless its 100 degrees out.
The dog ,oh, the very spoiled dog. She HAS to be in our bed. She is like a kid and stays so far up my butt all day it's ridiculous. No joke. I can't pee without her having to join. And as much as I love the little shit she can sure piss ya off while you are trying to sleep. Seriously, Coco , my feet will still be there in the morning for you to attack and lick the bottom of my sock!
And it all comes down to that amazing hubby I have...who sleeps like a brick. The man does NOT move...or comprehend anything you say while he's out. And he loves to cuddle, which ends up me trying to escape his grip cause I feel like he's suffocating me cause he's squeezing me like a pillow. Or the thing he loves...putting his leg across me! His leg automatically becomes a 200lb wrecking ball slamming into me when he's out.

I could literally punch myself in the face for not listening to the 5368843 mamas who told me NOT to co-sleep. Yea, didn't listen! But hey they only wanna be in your bed, let alone seen with you, for a little while. Might as well enjoy it! So I'm gonna go try to find a place in my bed between all the craziness and try to cuddle in. If that doesn't work my 2 year old has a hell of a comfortable Cars bed :)

The Hurt I'm Handing Over...

Miscarriage. Uh, one word and the room just got quiet. I know, I know. It's her first blog & she talks about a touchy subject. A subject so touchy that women tuck it away & try to forget. I know, really I DO.

4 years ago...
January, the start to a new year for most but for me the reminder of what we don't have. A Baby. A baby who would have been turning 4 in just a few weeks. Another laughter to fill the house. Another hand to grasp. Another nose to wipe. Another child to hold close to my heart.

I can't stress enough about how much I believe, 'God has a plan for everything that happens'. But I always ask, why? Why Us? It was yanked away from us before we had a chance to realize we would even be parents. I can still feel the excitement of laying there for the ultra sound only to have my heart ripped out with the words "there's no more heart-beat". It's a pain I still feel so strongly today. It's something I blamed completely on myself then & to this day, still do. I obviously know it's not, there's nothing I could have done. It just wasn't meant at that time. I've told myself from that day 'God has other plans'.

Even as common as Miscarriage is I've tucked away the hurt. I've hidden all those memories on a shelf so high so I can't look at them. So I can't remember them. It's not something I've ever discussed with my friends or try to relive with my SO. It was an unexplainable low in our relationship. To show him the 20 pregnancy tests I took making sure, seeing that happiness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. Then, what? Tell him never mind. Forget that happened.

It's not a happy moment so why would I take that 'box off my shelf'? To confront myself. To be open. To realize after so many years of hiding in the dark its ok to come out & share. It's normal to feel that hurt. It WASN'T my fault.

It ties in with one of those many New Year Goals I've set; Work on myself. But more importantly Work on my relationship with God. Quit asking why. Instead, put my hurt into his hands and have faith he'll heal me.

“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.” Ephesians 6:10


Yep, I've lived, what i consider, a lifetime since then. I have 2 beautiful children & I'm doing this Parenting thing pretty dang good if ya ask me. I'm a work in progress but I'm not the worst. I know it'll still sting at times. It'll take time to 'fix' me emotionally but I'm getting on the train & not looking back.
I'm Handing Over My Hurt...