Embrace the chaos

So schools close thanks to the whole Corona-pocylpse ordeal and I take this as a chance to really embrace this whole stay at home mom thing and finally connect with my children. Excited, I create this whole beautiful daily schedule in my mind that goes like this


Wake up each morning to happy children that get along.. make some coffee and breakfast and enjoy a short cartoon on television 
Then lay baby down for his morning nap and enjoy some crafts and free play with my two big boys
Then wash dishes and sort laundry before baby wakes up

Once baby is awake, we will make a very nutritional lunch followed by a two hour nap for all 3 kids
During naptime mommy will tidy up the house and relax
After naptime we will have a healthy snack and play outside until daddy gets home
Once daddy gets home he will take over parenting while I prepare a most delicious dinner
Then after a lovely dinner we will sit outside and enjoy the evening breeze before returning inside for baths
Once we've all been bathed and in our pjs. We will all cuddle on the couch for a family movie before going to bed by 9 o'clock 

That perfect vision of mine had me so ready for this new chapter of quarantine life...sadly reality went a little like this:

Wake up way to early to the ear piercing screams of a baby with a bulging diaper and the pitter patter of wild dogs that are ready to go outside for the day

Attempt to make a cup of coffee while the 5 and 2 year old fight over the tv remote (because apparently we dont have another tv these days)
Throw down a bowl of cereal or a poptart..breakfast is served 
Attempt to drink coffee before breakfast ends 
Too late. Breakfast is over.
Get dressed. 5 year old doesnt wanna get off the tv...who cares, not having that fight today
Take baby and 2 year old outside to play 
Baby gets sleepy 
Lay baby down for nap
Wheres my coffee? Reheat it
2 year old and 5 year old are fighting over a toy that I'm sure we have 10 more of somewhere. Kids start screaming
Baby wakes up
Mommy gets frustrated. Time to go outside for awhile 
2 year old is now screaming because big brother got him wet. The world is ending
Mommy is getting a headache
..wheres my dang coffee? Reheat it again
Time for lunch. Ramen noodles? Sure why not
Dog ends up eating most of it anyways 
Baby is down for a nap again
Reheat coffee 
2 and 5 year old lay down
Start fighting because someone touched the other...of course more screaming.. baby wakes up
Mommy loses her patience and threatens to call Santa, the birthday fairy,  and Nana. Big kids finally fall asleep or pretend to sleep...I dont really care at this point.
Baby finalllllly lays back down
5 year old is  now awake

WHY CANT WE TAKE A FREAKING NAP AT THE SAME TIME?????? 
gives up. 5 year old gets tablet to keep him quiet while other two nap
Mommy scrubs dishes and starts another load of laundry to add to the clean clothes mountain 
Finally finds coffee...tastes like crap now
Gets in shower...applies shampoo....baby starts screaming right on que...
Nap time is obviously over.
Snack time consists of pretzels and starburst. That's cool
Back outside so mommy can relax while kids play
Nope they all 3 wanna sit on me because it's not already 8392084 million degrees outside 
Daddy is finally home! Daddy is tired...daddy has man chores.
Throw a frozen pizza in oven for dinner.
Bon appetit 
Kids go off the deep end crazy 
Running around fighting over something but honestly who even cares at this point as long as there isnt blood
Baby is crying about something
Too tired for bathtime so we wipe them down with a wipe...baths are overrated anyways
Pjs? Eh who needs them
Cant agree on a movie
Boys are fighting....again. mommy is no longer in mom mode and gives up
Turns on xbox for 5 year old
Gives 2 year old phone
Baby finally crashes for the night
Mommy hides in the closet with 10 pounds of chocolate
10:30 rolls around...all 3 kids are finally asleep somewhere..put them in their beds
Lays down in own bed....beyond exhausted 
Breaks down because it starts all over tomorrow
Mom life on repeat mode...


Quarantine life has taught me to embrace the chaoas. It has also reminded me just how much I was NOT meant to be a stay at home mom. Kudos to the ones that do it, but it's not for me. I love my children and even though our days are mostly chaotic arguments we have so much fun together...however I do LOVE bedtime each night and can not wait for school to start back in the fall!

The world may be crazy but you don'don't care

My three sweet boys...so happy and full of life. So young and free of worry. This is life I want you to know and love. This is life we should all live. But unfortunately the world has come to a point where selfish desires cloud good judgment. 

This is not the case for my young boys. I will not let them see this chaos going on around them. They do not need to see grown people acting like children that cant get along. My children should not see this hate that is going on in the world around them. My children do not see color and they do not know judgement because that is not the way they are raised. My children want everyone to be their friend because they do not know that there are not so nice people out there. 

Though I worry and fear the things going on in today's world, my precious dirty little boys will not see that fear in me. They will enjoy their childhood full of superhero adventures and muddy worms. They'll laugh and wrestle and live like all children should...happily. 

You're doing good

Hey mama remember when you finally just lost it and yelled at your child because your poor nerves just couldnt take anymore for the day? The crying, the wild behaviors, the fighting, the constant messes- all on top of the other day to day challenges of life. Its just more than you can take sometimes.

And the exhaustion...oh dont even get me started. I dont even remember what it feelsnlike not to be so tired anymore. Im to the point these days where I could just cry if I have to wash more load of laundry or see one more dirty dish.

Finances are a constant game of which bill can I put off for another week so I can be sure to have diapers?

Mama just breathe. Your doing good.
You instantly regret yelling at your child and breaking their hearts....but its okay mom. They still love you and your still a good parent.

Look at those pictures. Do you see the pure joy in their eyes that day at the park when you were okay and wanted to play? Did you feel the love in the bedtime cuddles as they cozied into your arms for the night? Did you hear that laughter from the tickle fight you brought on after bath time?

Mama we all have bad days....but that doesn't define you as a parent.  The good daus, the love, the cuddles....thats who you are. So head up mama, you're doing good

I'm That Mom

I'm that mom with that kid you always here and see running and screaming through Walmart like a chicken with his head cut off.

I'm that mom with the kid who has to play with every toy or touch every can at the stores

I'm that mom with the dirty sticky child who looks like they haven't had a bath in days

I'm the mom with the house that looks like a tornado has hit and if you don't wear shoes it is very likely that you're going to step in something

I'm that mom whose kid never ever wears shoes and very rarely has on socks

The mom who always lets her little one buy a sucker or a toy at the end of the trip no matter how "bad" they were

I'm the one that says "sure" to giving her little one juice at 8:00 at night

But I'm also the mom whose child isn't a spoiled brat as most would say

I'm the mom that knows how to pick her battles

Who cares if my kid is having fun in Walmart. I enjoy acting a little crazy sometimes too

What does it matter if he wants to play with all the toys? He always puts them back somewhere on a shelf. I mean how else would we know which one we want?

He's sticky and dirty so I'm looked down on because I don't bathe my kid? No I think he's sticky and dirty because I  don't stop him from having fun and being a little boy. He does get a bath every night before bed

Yes my house is a complete and total DISASTER! But I'm the mom that feels like quality time with her kids is ten times more important than picking up toys or washing dishes or folding clothes

He is barefoot always but really who likes to wear shoes?

Yes I give him a sucker and juice anytime he asks but yet he's in bed by 9:00 every night.

Your babies are only going to be babies for a short amount of time and in the blink of an eye they're all grown up and don't need you anymore.

They won't need you to buy them a toy or to cuddle or kiss ouchies. Those sweet babies that you spend more time scolding and setting rules for a growing every second and you can't even enjoy those moments because you are busy trying to be a "good" parent. 

I'm the mom who gives every moment to enjoying time with her babies whether it be loud and crazy acts in Walmart or throwing cereal in the floor and listening to the crunch it makes when we step on it. 

These are the moments that they're gonna look back on and remember in twenty years. These are the moments that when they become parents you hope they try to recreate. These are the moments that are going to keep you young and relaxed as opposed to always stressed. 

Throw cereal, get sticky, be loud. Have fun and enjoy the little things before they are all gone. 

A Word of Advice to the Girls with Baby Fever

To all of you young girls between sixteen and twenty-two that are so in love with babies and just "need" one NOW....get a job in a nursery and buy a chastity belt because I promise you having a baby is NOT what you think it is.

Take it from the girl who has had a total passion for kids for as long as she can remember. All those precious bundles of joy you cuddle and coo over have one thing that your own baby won't. They are all RETURNABLE. Play with them, cuddle them, kiss them, pinch their chubby little cheeks, then you can return them to their parents. You can't do that with your own baby. Nope sorry honey no returns accepted. 


Don't get me wrong, I absolutely ADORE my son and I wouldn't trade him or take back having him for all the money in the world. But I do think I should've waited to have him. Twenty years old is just too young and immature to be able to make serious decisions that will affect the life of another human being. I mean you can barely even make decisions for yourself at that age. I didn't know what adult life really was. I didn't know about the bills, taxes, jobs, and all those other fine print items that grownups deal with. So let me share the things I've learned from becoming a young mother.


First off getting pregnant is a REALLY long nine month period of giving up EVERYTHING fun. No more drinks, no more sushi, no bloody steaks, you can't lift anything heavy, you can't do certain things, you're always tired, you have to pee, and you sweat like crazy. Not to mention all those adorable size 1 clothes don't fit, and they just don't make them in pregnant girl size


Post-baby is even worse. Your fat, your tired, your hair is a mess, makeup doesn't exist, you stink like baby poo and spit up, you have stretch marks on all your best features, did I mention how tired you are? All those late night bonfires and movie outings are gone for good. That size 1 perfect bikini body you had will never be there again thanks to those new hips you've acquired. For the rest of your life your first priority is now that adorable bundle that you couldn't live without.


You think you and your man are still gonna be that giddy madly in love couple you were pre-baby? Nope say goodbye to that too. Now it's mommy and daddy life where romance is replaced with a peck on the lips and hoping you get lucky enough to sit on the couch and watch an episode of Fast n Loud before you both pass out for the night. Spontaneous dates are replaced with spaghetti and Paw Patrol. And when you do decide to splurge and go on a date you have to find a sitter, pack a diaper bag, think about what time you'll be back, think about the baby the whole time your gone, and then be too tired to even stay out late. 


There's constant stress and struggles. You have to work to pay for your house and diapers and other baby things when you'd much rather be enjoying the beautiful weather by the pool, and just when you think you've got enough money put away to enjoy a sunny day off your little one is going to get sick or some other unexpected expense is going to come up. Every single time. 


Then those cute sweet smelling babies turn into toddlers real fast. Toddlers are HARD! They're cutting teeth and exploring freedom. They have tantrums, they demand constant attention, they put everything in their mouths, they play in poop, the break everything. Toddlers are just a different story. They are definitely the sleeping infant that you love to cuddle and hold constantly. 

The fun filled college teenage/young adult years are immediately replaced with a middle-aged working mom life. Parties and cute boys are replaced with diapers and one man for the rest of your life. Teeny crop-tops and shorty shorts are replaced with sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt to hide those flaws you just can't lose. Motherhood is the greatest thing any WOMAN could ever experience, but it is something to wait for until the time is right. Motherhood is not ideal for GIRLS with baby fever. My advice is to wait. Don't throw away the fun life you have right now because you have a fetish. Enjoy the babies that other women have, but also live every single fun filled second of your teenage years to the fullest before you decide to reproduce. 

A Walk in the Park

Each weekend when all my monsters are together I try and make sure we do something memorable. I mean I want my children to remember all the fun learning experiences they had when they get older so super mom here plans only the best things ever. Sadly sometimes those plans turn into HUGE fails....


"We're going to the aquarium to see the new lemurs!" I excitedly told my children Sunday morning. Lots of energetic "yay's" was exactly the response I was looking for. But here's where my mom brain failed..

First thing Sunday morning all four of the monsters were wide awake and running crazy at 6 a.m. I know good and well that when mornings start like that then it's going to be a long day, but I ignored it because I had a great day planned out. Indicator number two comes along and like the fool I am I still ignored it. By 8 a.m. all four children were screaming and fighting with one another over EVERYTHING! But again I continued carrying out my plan for the day. Cooked breakfast and of course no one ate hardly anything (another clue that it was going to be a bad day), got the hoodlums all dressed, and then got daddy and myself ready. 

So here we are at 11 a.m. in the car and ready for the aquarium, everyone is excited and happy and then the trouble begins. Once we get downtown of course there isn't anywhere to park. We finally found a spot in a parking garage close by. We begin our treck down to the elevator and the kids are starting to get a little rowdy so we quickly get everyone back in line and make it to the aquarium.

No sooner than we made it to the first exhibit did the mass chaos begin...the two oldest started fighting, the little girl needs to be held, and the baby is wanting to run around like a chimpanzee. We tried to remain very calm and move on to the next exhibit. Here the two older boys are now yelling at each other, little girl insists that her feet do not touch the ground, and heaven forbid you blink an eye or the baby will be gone. 

Last exhibit comes around and I honestly have no clue what we've seen but I am so ready to get out. Baby is screeching at the top of his lungs, girl is whining because daddy is trying to help with other kids and put her down, boys are mad because they got in trouble, daddy and mommy are both super aggravated. The light at the end of the tunnel finally appears and we see the exit sign. 


Now rather than punishing the kids for their demonic behavior in public we instead took a deep breath and stopped for a minute. It wasn't their faults they acted like wild monkeys in there. We should have realized they were all ready for a nap from getting up early, they were all hungry from not eating breakfast, and they were overwhelmed by the amount of people in the aquarium. 

Needless to say that trip was marked not as a memorable one but as a parent fail. The weekend did not however end on the bad side. We then got lunch and took the kids to enjoy the weather at the park where they behaved WONDERFULLY! We played all afternoon until they were so exhausted they couldn't move. #ParentingWin 

Fort Clubhouse

As parents there some things we do for our children and wonder why we're doing it the whole time. Like why in the heck am I making myself a nervous, tired, miserable wreck for this?

Most typically it's with birthday parties. Especially for younger kids. We spend hundreds of dollars and hours planning and preparing extravagant parties for our one and two year olds, for what? They are most definitely not going to remember the party. They don't care what the decorations look like, and I can guarantee that they don't care how the cake looks as long as it has sugar in. Speaking of cake; they are just going to take their dirty little fingers and completely destroy that picture perfect cake that you just spent so much time preparing. 
Fort Clubhouse in progress

Our household is experiencing a similar time-consuming situation lately. We have decided to build a clubhouse for our kids. But not just any clubhouse, the coolest most awesomest clubhouse ever. It's equipped with a rock climbing wall, slide, sandbox, windows, ladders, a platform on the roof for extra play, and of course it'll be painted to perfection. We have put all these hours and dollars of work and craftsmen ship into this perfect clubhouse. And do you know what is going to happen to it? They're gonna destroy it! That's what. They're gonna climb and bounce and throw and scratch and whether the dang thing until it's hardly standing anymore. And that's what we expect because they're kids. Destruction is what they do. 

But my question through all of this is WHY?? Why do we put so much work, time, and money into things that we know good and well our children will destroy?

Is it for the few moments of sheer joy we see in their eyes when they discover their prize? Is it for the heart-melting joy we get from their precious giggles? Or is it the heart flutters we get when they say "I love you."? 

Hours and dollars spent for just a brief ten seconds of happiness...that has got to be the very definition of parenting

Embrace the chaos

So schools close thanks to the whole Corona-pocylpse ordeal and I take this as a chance to really embrace this whole stay at home mom thing ...