Sometimes I have issues with blogs and their (perceived)perfection. Rarely do I see someone having a bad day and I can catch myself wondering what I'm doing wrong because life here is not perfect. Who the heck would want to read the blog of a crazy woman overwhelmed with life, but there are moments in the day that I feel exactly that way. Seriously not coping well. It passes with a breath or two, but I seem to have those moments. A lot. Lately.
This morning I woke up asking God to help me not be such a mean mom. I feel pretty tired of yelling. There is a certain time of day(usually around 2 pm) that I need everyone to cooperate and that is the hour everyone(not naming any names) over 5 years old can't. The morning I took these pictures I was tired. We visited a potential Preschool for Asher and I wanted to take the kids to a park we hadn't been yet. We rushed home, had a snack, changed clothes(this is an exhausting task), I worked really hard not to melt down like a two year old when people were looking for match box cars instead of getting on sun screen, we headed to the park. We were there 15 minutes, I took these pictures, three seconds later everyone wanted to leave. Are you kidding me?!
My life, my kids, my dog, my husband, myself, so not perfect. I hope we never give you the impression that we are. I struggle everyday. I succeed and fail on a moment to moment basis. Smiling faces and juicy kisses make me stand up and keep trying to make the imperfect perfectly fine with me.
Just when I thought I had totally lost my sense of humor for the day:
It was just about bed time and Sloan was crying. I couldn't find a binky, and he was following me screaming and whining. I told the boys I was headed out to the car on a pacifier hunt. Holden said "Wait, I'll get him this thing he really likes and he'll stop, I'm sure of it". As I walked out the garage door I looked over my shoulder to see what it was Holden thought would settle him down. He was handing his baby brother a tampon.(!!!!)