10 Year Old Attitude

I have always gotten teary-eyed when talking about the love I have for my children.
How much I wanted to become a Mother.
How I just knew being a Mother was what I was meant to do.

But being the Mother of a 10 year old boy is not what I signed up for.
I get teary-eyed for different reasons now.
I am thinking of moving out until my boys are....umm...adults.

I used to work with children.
My job was to support/teach children...and some of them were 10.
I came home at the end of my work day grateful that I didn't have a 10 year old.
The attitude.
The language.
The attitude.
I came home.  Sat in my quiet house.  Hugged my dog.  Dreaded my next day at work with 10 year olds.

Now I have a 10 year old.
I cannot escape.
The attitude.
The language.

Don't get me wrong.
I love him madly, but living with a child who thinks he is an adult and knows everything about everything wears thin.  Living with a boy who {is too young to be obsessed with girls}  is obsessed with girls and feels the need to call his Mother, "woman" instead of "Mom" takes a toll on me.

I still love my 10 year old more than anything, but when he constantly feels that he is entitled to have anything and everything he wants, it irks me.
When he calls his siblings "losers"...
...plays on the computer 18 hours a day...
...eats 17 cookies for snack...
...and expects an allowance after doing...umm...no chores, I get a little frustrated.

OK, alot frustrated!!

But I love him.
And I love being his Mother.
I just wish he would realize that no one will ever love him more than me.
I just wish he would write me love letters instead of his girlfriend.
I just wish he would appreciate all he has.
And work for what he wants to have.
I just wish he would stop eating so much.
Or get a job to help pay for groceries.
But that would mean he would have to get off of the computer.

10 year old boys are tough.

Hold me.

I held a newborn recently

HUGE announcement!
You might want to sit down for this.
Take a deep breath.
Get a drink.
This is so huge that I have had to re-think writing this post more than few times because I just wasn't 100% positive that it could be true.

I held a newborn recently.
My {notsolittle} cousin's newborn, almost 6 pound beauty.
I smelled her.
Admired her.
Smelled her again.
Admired her again....
and again.


Then I gave her back.
And did not wish to have another one inside my body.

A Sad Goodbye

Today is a sad, sad day in our house.
After nine years
three children
thousands of days.
After being jumped on
peed on
pooped on
climbed on.
After being a huge part of our family
never letting us down
comforting my children.

We have said goodbye to the crib.


I have put this moment off for a long time because I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to our baby days.
I mean, this is so final.
Even more so than saying goodbye to the high chair
diapers
and the many, many outfits and toys.


Maybe we can have one more baby.
Just because I have crib separation issues.

More Wordful Wednesday stuff here

A Short Story

Once upon a time there was a bird.  Not the most attractive bird, but not many birds are, so I wont judge.
This bird built a nest outside of our newly built garage.
And then sat in it.
And sat.
And sat.

Every day we would see if she was there...say our "hellos" and go about our day.

But then one day, she wasn't there.
We looked.
And looked.
"Here birdie, birdie"
"Where are you little birdie?"

We found her, thank goodness over by the garden.

We pretended we didn't see her because she gets a little nervous and flies away if she knows we are watching.
She quickly walked over to where her nest is.
Flew up.
And we saw this.

Wow!
She fed her babies and then went back for some more food I guess.
I looked up again and saw this.

And this.

I walked away for 10 minutes.
Came back and saw this.

And this.

The End

Go see DumbMom for more Wordful Wednesday stuff.  She isnt really dumb.  In fact, she is pretty freakin fantastic.

My female body parts have been telling me stuff. I am not listening.

When I see a baby, my female parts quiver.
It's as if they are telling me that my baby making days are not over.
They are trying to remind me how wonderful it is to bring a new human into the world.
How cute newborns are.
And how adorable baby rolls are.
And how much I love to kiss baby toes.
And bellies.
How much I love to smell the tops of baby's heads.
And witness all of the "firsts".

I love babies.
My body, however does not enjoy carrying them.
It does do well delivering them though.
As if it is saying "Get this thing outta me NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

I love my three children.
My three beautiful, healthy, perfect children who bring me so much joy...so much frustration...so much love.

I am done.
So someone please tell my body to look at babies without wanting one.

A fourth baby in the future?????

I think Hell has frozen over.
Because I was in the baby section of Walmart today inhaling baby lotion scent and gazing at teeny tiny baby socks.

And I enjoyed it.
And thought for a second about having one more baby.
Then I remembered the constipation, sleepless nights, heartburn and 50 pound weight gain.

And how cute newborns are.

And how much I love being in the hospital for 2-3 days getting taken care of.

Not cooking.
Or cleaning.
Or dealing with wrestling matches in my kitchen.
Just holding a beautiful baby and gazing at him/her for hours and hours amazed at the beauty of birth.

I thought about the little clothes.  Tiny diapers. The cute noises they make.  The first smile.  The baby smell.  The baby feet.  And hands.

Then I remembered that I am 35 years old and have 3 perfect, healthy children.  I remembered how much I love my sleep and how little I enjoy actually being pregnant.

I.Do.Not.Enjoy.Pregnancy.

Actually, I hated it.  All three times.  I tried to enjoy it and savour every moment but the uncomfortable feeling of carrying a person inside of me wasn't any fun.  Anyone that says it was is lying.

Don't judge me just because I am honest and everyone else isn't.

I ran out of the baby section in Walmart as soon as the feelings started to come back.  My cart and I whizzed over to the toiletries department and picked up some disposable adult wipes and I quickly lost the "longing for a newborn feeling".

I am happy with my three children.  I am happy with my life and feel 100% complete.
   Besides....I have already gotten rid of all of my baby "equipment". And don't have any more bedrooms in my house. 
Can someone please have a baby and invite me over so I can smell them?

Dear New Mothers

Dear New Mothers,

I am a mother. To three children.

I have conquered the land of Infantdom. The land of no sleep and alot of crying.

I have conquered (twice) the unknown world of Toddlerhood. It was a rough place but we all got out alive. Now I am experiencing it again...with a girl, and if I make it out this time, I will consider my life a huge success.

I am currently making my way through the huge city of SchoolAgedville with two boys, and it could just prove to be the toughest place yet. I compare it to a dangerous crime-ridden city, where there is alot of attitude, bad words and violence. So far, I am making it through but we still have a long way to go.

Please pray for me.

As I have made my way through these deep, dark unknown destinations, I have learned alot. So I wanted to share my findings with you newbies close to buckling in and going for the drive yourselves.

First of all, I am praying for you. Praying that you get sleep, get help from others, take time for yourself and I am praying that you soak it all in. Try your hardest to remember the moments.

After coming home from the hospital, you may feel euphoric. You have just pushed a human being out of your vajayjay so you should be very proud of yourself. It was a huge accomplishment. Your milk likely hasn't come in yet so get one last look at "The Twins" before they become painful and engorged. They will never again look large and perky. Kiss those days goodbye girlfriend. Before long they will look like deflated balloons.

Secondly, you are probably very tired. Exhausted is a better word actually. Well, get used to it because you will not sleep again for the next 18 years. Sorry to rain on your "Yay is Me Parade" but a full nights sleep will not exist until your children are grown and out of the house. But by that time you will be middle aged and not sleeping due to hot flashes and bowel issues, so, well...........yeah, that's life as a Mother.

Thirdly, everything you ingest, your new baby will ingest. If you drink coffee or soda, be prepared for an over-stimulated (also known as "wired") baby. If you drink milk, be prepared for many poop soup explosions (out of your baby, not you). If you like spicy food, GOOD LUCK with that. Let me know how it goes. So for the length of time you breastfeed, you will have to eat crackers, drink water and just look at tacos and burritos.

It is ok to cry. Hormones are raging throughout your body and your body is going haywire. Yell at your husband. It is ok. He will understand.

Your baby will cry alot. Usually during the night when everyone else is sleeping. Do what I did and cry too. Or eat chocolate. Alot of chocolate.

Remember the days of putting your shoes on and going out to the mall just for the heck of it? Those days are over. You will now need to get up before the sun rises to shower, eat breakfast, get dressed, get baby fed and dressed, pack a diaper bag, get baby in the car seat. Now cross your fingers and hope there arent any poop soup explosions because then you have to start all over....

Last but not least, bring baby into your bed, cry, eat chocolate and enjoy every possible second that he/she is this tiny, because it does not last long and you will miss it like crazy.

Love

*This post has been inspired by the prompts provided on Mamas Losin It*

If I were to have another baby and plan my own shower.......

...........which will never ever happen, because a) I am finished being pregnant and going through sleep withdrawal for months on end, and, b) I would never plan my own baby shower.

But...just in case pigs one day do fly and my plans get somewhat changed *gag*, this is how I would plan my day.

The theme for my shower would be an Alphabet theme, because...well...I don't really know. I just like it and the pink and blue thing is just old.

These (or something similar) would be sent out to all invited guests with cutesy words.

Martha Stewart would come over to plan the big day complete with all of her supplies, brain cells and skills. We would not discuss $$ because we all know how she deals with that. Instead she would offer all services and supplies free of charge because she is nice like that.

She would suggest alphabet blocks for the cake(s) and she would even make them and decorate them. That Martha is such a great lady.

She would go through the trouble of shopping for guest favours. You know what she would pick? Cute lil' stamps with each guests initials. And she would even wrap them up in her handmade paper. That Martha, I tell ya. She is one swell gal.
Alphabet cookies would be baked and decorated with all of my favourite things. Chocolate, candy, sprinkles....pretty much anything with sugar would do. We would have little finger sandwiches because they are the greatest food ever and some other unhealthy food items because I would be eating for two. Not because I enjoy unhealthy food. Geesh.
Instead of the silly game counting jelly beans and wrapping toilet paper around my belly, there would be a "Guess how many letters are in the pretty glass container". The winner would then get to take a home a pretty glass container with all of the letters. I know. I am too nice...errrr...I mean the person planning my shower is too nice. Think of all of the wonderful things you could do with small letters...approximately 89 of them. The list is endless.

An alphabet book would be created by all of the guests. Each guest could pick a letter and draw a picture of something that starts with that letter. They also could write a little note to the new baby (or me) on the other side. Everyone say it......."Awwwwwwwwww"
Decorations would be all things alphabet. Blocks. Letters hanging from the ceiling. Alphabet balloons. Little cutesy chalkboards with letters. Ooooo......I have so many ideas....that I would pass on to the lovely friend who was planning the shower of course.

And then I would have the baby. My baby would be brilliant because of all of the alphabet gifts that were given at the shower. That baby would grow up, find a great job and support his/her Momma.

The End.

Now that you have seen my beautiful shower, click here to view more.

Do I want another baby?

MamaKat has given out her prompts and this one stuck out.

One, because I do not do videos until my invention hits the stores.

Two, because I suck at writing poems.

Three, because I like babies. That is why I have carried and birthed three 8 pounders. I did not do it because I enjoy being constipated and hormonal. And I definitely did not do it because I wanted to know what it feels like to push a bowling ball out of my vajayjay.

I love my babies. More than anything.

But, my answer to "Do you want a baby?" is "Heck no".


Shamefully, I admit that I do not enjoy being pregnant, and being pregnant for the third time confirmed this for me, 100%. Many women enjoy being pregnant and say it makes them feel all womanly and stuff.

Not me. I felt like Shamu.

Yes, it is amazing to grow a human being inside me. It is magical to feel the kicks, the rolls and even the hiccups.


Did I ever tell you about the time oldest child had the hiccups and I freaked out because I thought he was having seizures inside of me? I know. It was a first time being pregnant thing.

Anyways, I loved seeing baby's heartbeat. I loved having ultrasounds and seeing baby move. There is nothing like it.

But.......there is much more than those magical moments during those 9-10 months.


Like being constipated.
Moody.
Mad/happy/sad/furious/giddy/excited all at the same time.
Acne.
Muscle spasms.
The need to eat everything in the house. Including the fridge.
Worrying about every possible thing.
Worrying about every impossible thing.
Insomnia.
Insomnia due to baby playing soccer with your ribs.
Insomnia due to hip pain.
Insomnia due to peeing every 10 minutes.
Insomnia due to being uncomfortable. In every position.
Insomnia due to worrying about everything.
Pop-out belly button.
Leakage from the boobs.


Shall I go on?

And that is before pushing the baby out of a small tunnel. Good thing babies are cute.

Once precious one is here, we then have to take care of him/her (and any other children + husband+pets+everything else).

Without any sleep.

While hormonal.

Umm. Yeah. Once again, good thing babies are cute.

I love being a mom.

Even when I am low on sleep.

It is what I was meant to do. I am sure of that.

It is just the carrying them part that has worn me out.

I am happy with my 3 perfect rugrats and thank the Good Man Above every day for my blessings. I do not take any of it for granted and make sure I appreciate what I have because my life is more than I dreamed it could be.

But no more carrying babies for this Momma.

I think.

You can read my post about Conquering the Land of Infantdom here.

When you are finished that, feel free to visit MamaKat to check out other completed assignments.



This is where my Thousand Words Thursday post is. Just in case you were wondering.