You have more power over your personality than you think. You choose.
Think about it, I’ll explain later…
May 18, 2013 · 4:01 pm
You get to choo…
You get to choose your emotions. I choose happy. And so I am.
May 18, 2013 · 4:00 pm
Open Up Your Ears Secrets are Being Told
If your eyes are closed to the truth, then at least, open your ears. Listen, secrets are being shared, advice is being offered, the wise are speaking of their experiences but the young are unable to focus for one moment.
Listen, without thinking about what you want to say next. Just listen.
Good advice can go a long way on one condition. It can only prove its worth when it’s taken.
Good advice is hard to take, because it means we have to do something someone else is telling us to do. We don’t like that. We don’t like that at all. Instead, we take the long way to do things. We make all the mistakes we need to make and eventually, sometimes, we succeed.
I’ve learned to listen. I assure you it took me some time. My overanalytical self would constantly question, mainly “why” and “how”. I’ve learned it’s better to take it in, honor it, apply it and then observe. You will find the answers to the “why” and “how” for yourself and it will be your lesson and take you one step closer to wisdom.
Note that, most of the time, good advice is free and comes from the mouths of our loved ones, through stories, songs, or even straight up.
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The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth
Daddy has to be at work most of the time, so that leaves me with the three little ones. Needless to say things do get out of control. Having three doesn’t even justify it, because it was the very same way when I only had one. Crayons get eaten every day, it’s part of our daily diet, a new food group. Heck, let’s be honest, toxic markers get eaten too. As for toilet water, it has become a regular cocktail. A2 went for it again today. It must be something good. Maybe I should try it too…
Don’t fight the chaos, embrace it, enjoy it and laugh! They have a life time to be proper, and not drink toilet water or eat ladybugs. Today, they are kids and being proper, or clean for that matter, doesn’t matter to them. They live in a world where anything goes and everything is always ok. They welcome us there with open arms, but most times we’re not interested. We’re too busy thinking about the mess, the laundry piling up and the mountain of dishes sitting in the sink. Sometimes, my sink is so full that the glassware at the bottom of it breaks.
One day, I took a few pictures of the mess. I’ll put it in my blog, I thought. You’ll never believe what happened next. Do you know why I didn’t put them up? I was actually ashamed.
“What? You know shame?” (I talk to myself sometimes, bare with me please)
But today, I’ve decided to post them. I want mothers everywhere to see that they are not alone.
Feel free to share, if you think it might encourage fellow parents.
P.S I hope I’m not shooting myself in the foot right now.
I heard that!
We clean up, pick up everyday. Believe it or not!
I’ve never paid real close attention to this picture. I just noticed the phone that’s unhooked behind A3, no wonder I don’t get any calls.
We place A3 up there and block the passage with two foot rests to protect her from A2′s grip.
It never really worked…
You can see the overflowing sink as promised.
In the middle, you can see a card board box we turned into a house. A house with one wall!
That’s what I was doing instead of cleaning up…oh ya, that and taking pictures!
As I mentioned, those foot rests placed by A3 to keep A2 away never really worked.
I should’ve known better. A2 could climb anything by the age of 6 months.
Hmmm…. I have a picture I’ve got to find and post.
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Stepping Stones
Sometimes I get anxious just thinking about everything that I want to do. I want to do so much, yet days are so short, weeks go by so fast and years just seem to be flying by.
Sometimes I wonder, why are we given so much motivation, so much drive and so much passion, when we might never have time to answer to all of those needs within this life span.
I think about it and I quiver. I really do. My hands are shaking from it right now.
Right now, I’m just trying to tame this feeling inside me. I have young children now, and I should be focused on them. Only them. They deserve it.
“Don’t worry about it now; you have your whole life ahead of you”
Makes sense. I’m trying to convince myself of that.
How do you make it big without making your children pay the price? Is it possible to be a great mother and have a successful career all at the same time?
I’m seeking answers.
When I seek, I usually find. But before finding, I learn, I learn a lot.
Right now I’m still learning. I’ve learned that not many will want the best for you. Not many, if any, can be really happy for you. Genuinely, honestly, transparently happy for you.
One has to be in a very peaceful and balanced mind set, to be able to truly want the best for you and help you get there. It’s not that people are bad intentioned, it’s just that, they might not be there just yet. It takes a lot to want the best for someone as much as you want it for yourself.
While seeking for answers, I have to ask questions. My questions, such as this one, expose my weaknesses. My exposed weaknesses attract predators. Such is the law of nature.
People tend to use other people as stepping stones to get to where they want to get. I don’t mind being a stepping stone as long as you will turn around, and lend a hand to pull me up, once you’re up there. There seems to be more stepping, than pulling.
Be true to yourself, don’t get distracted, focus on what you want for yourself and not what others want for you. You’re idea of success, happiness, love or wealth can differ from another’s.
Decide what you want. Then go for it. Don’t wait. Time is passing by, oh so quickly.
Baby just woke up.
Gotta go!
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A2 drank from the toilet. Cheers!
Kids are finally asleep. Jack’s watching the games… Seems like all my posts starts the same way.
So A2 drank toilet water today. We were at my inlaw’s house, when Jack caught her standing in front of the toilet bowl, sucking on a wet hand towel whose other end was still in the toilet. Yey!
He called for me. By the time I got there everyone was gathered in the bathroom. I asked A1 “You went to the bathroom last,please tell me you didn’t forget to flush!”. There was water everywhere and she was soaked. We started to clean up when we realized she had gotten away again. “There’s another bathroom on this floor!” Jack yelled out. We ran to the bedroom bathroom and found her there plotting her next drink.
I wish I was the one who caught her doing that. I would’ve probably left her and ran for my camera.
Oh ya, and no, A1 hadn’t forgotten to flush! Good girl.
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Straight from my heart, a Mother’s day special
You look at me and what do you see?
You see me. You don’t see the jogging suit I’m wearing, my hair that’s a mess, my eyebrows that need help, the dark circles around my eyes, my pot belly … you don’t see any of that. You just see mom.
You see right through me. You see my soul.
You look at me and you learn.
I love you. Ever since I realized you can see inside me, I work every day to be a better person.
You stare into my eyes and wait for me to smile. And when I do, it makes your day. I see how you’re focused on me, even when I sometimes seem to be distracted by the world around me. But still, you’re looking at me.
My every word, my every move, my every emotion sculpts you. I want for you to grow up to be strong, expressive, brave, independent, self-aware, considerate and kind. For that, I work on me, every moment of every single day.
You deserve a strong, calm, focused and driven me.
And I will be that.
You will not understand the extent of my love for you and that’s alright with me. You will one day, turn your back on me and follow a life of your own, and that’s alright with me. For you will be even stronger, more expressive, braver, more independent, more self- aware, more considerate and kinder than me, and that’s all I’ll ever need.
One day, you might have children of your own, and only then will you understand how much I love you.
Mom, I love you. Thank you for who you have become for me. Today, I understand.
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“Stop saying you’re a Hockey wife, you’re not a hockey wife.”
Game 3 of the first round is over.
Jack is in one of these moods…
“Stop saying you’re a Hockey wife, you’re not a hockey wife.”
So he says that, then the press conference starts with the Team coach and I know better than to argue with him during something he really wants to listen to.
This is what makes me a Hockey wife. You don’t need to be married to a professional Hockey player, as soon as hockey enters your wifely role in any shape or form, you are a hockey wife. During the playoffs, we can’t put the kids to bed until the period ends… not only am I a hockey wife but our children are Hockey kids!
We’re still watching the press conference, now it’s the opposite team’s coach speaking. I try to listen to what he’s saying. I understand the words individually but have to clue of the general idea. I just look at Jack’s face to know what I should feel about what he’s saying.
Same way our kids look at us to decide of their own emotions. That’s why you shouldn’t flip out when you see a spider. I did that once and saw the fear on A1’s face. To be honest I’m not even that afraid of spiders, I’m just afraid of what one might do with that spider. I rather get over the disgust and dispose of it myself, instead of being chased around the house by a certain someone holding the squished thing in a Kleenex threatening to feed it to me.
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I’m a hockey wife and my happiness lies in your hands.
Kids in bed, dish washer emptied and reloaded, kitchen floor swept, counters cleaned and toys picked and still, there is much more that could be done but I’m going to stop. It doesn’t really matter how many chores you do, what matters more is how much time you spend with your nose dug into your baby’s neck.
Jack is watching the game and that’s my cue to blog. Beautiful weather out, I’m set up on the porch, blogging under the stars.
A1 was all set up to watch the game with daddy, little tinker bell couch was moved to the basement for the occasion. She didn’t last too long, she came upstairs.
“Why did you come up?” I asked her.
“Daddy’s really upset!” as she said that we both heard Jack yell some obscenity that she hopefully didn’t understand and will not repeat. It’s the playoffs, things get intense around here. He’s yelling right now. I can hear him from outside. Neighbors are going to think we’re fighting. I hope they don’t call the cops for domestic disturbance.
Home phone just rang. It’s 10 pm! It’s my mom; she dialed the wrong number, again.
Are we going to be this funny to our kids one day? I won’t make fun of my mom when it comes to technology because she’s pretty advanced. The other night I had a girlfriend over when she received a call from her mother. “What’s my cell phone number?” she called to ask her daughter. lol
It’s the phone again, it’s my mom. “I noticed today that you’re out of milk”.
Me: I know ma, they drank our 1 % today.
Same way, when we run out of toilet paper, we use Kleenex. When we run out of Kleenex we use a paper towel roll and when that’s all gone we bring out the pile of napkins saved from fast food restaurants. That’s pretty rough on the skin, so a couple of rounds on that and then we’re sure to remember to buy toilet paper. Well, last time we kind of cheated the process, I just grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper from my mom’s house when we were there to visit. I also raid their fridge once in a while. Ok more than once in a while.
We treat my parents in law with the same respect. One day last fall, Jack decided he was going to prep the yard for the winter. “I’m going to go buy a rake, need anything from the store?”, he left, came back with his rake… a few weeks later we were at his parents’ house when his dad asked “Jack, are you done with the rake ?”. Jack never bothered going to the store, he just went to his parent’s garage and took what he needed. His argument: “It’s closer”. Of course it is! we live two streets down!
The rake is just one thing among a long list of things we “borrow”. See how independent we are?!
I’ve got to go check on Jack, I don’t know what I’m going to do with him if we lost this game.
I tweeted our team goalie yesterday: “I’m a hockey wife and my happiness lies in your hands. Good luck tomorrow. Xoxo” Then I got in trouble with Jack. “You’re putting too much pressure on him!”
Should I apologize to the guy?
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What are you Afraid of ?
Everybody’s afraid of something. Sure we all fear the same things, death, war, ghosts… but then we have that little something that’s not supposed to be scary but still really scares us.
I’m debating wether or not I should disclose my mini-phobia. After all, this is the internet, and telling your weaknesses to the world can only lead to one thing: empowerment.
So what are you afraid of?
I’ll go first…
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How do I link my facebook accout to my blog?
Ok, I can’t figure out how to link the accounts. I was hoping to do that before trying out Live Blogging.
Basically I’m posting directly on the Word Press website. I usually type it up on Word, like some kind of essay, then show it to Jack. Then, if it’s ok, I post it. But Jack is more conservative than me. I like to think that I’m more liberal.
Are we seriously talking about Politics?
Julietalks potitics
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Distracted
It’s Sunday night and as we wait for a new episode of Game of Thrones, I’m going to blog. I want to blog more often but I don’t want to do it knowing I’m taking time away from the kids or Jack.
We’re probably going to end up buying the seasons on Blu-ray because I rarely understand something the first time. I’m not stupid, I just easily get distracted. Ok maybe a little slow at times… I don’t know, the more I mature, the more I realize I really don’t know much. I’m always learning. Well, let me be the proof that smarts or no smarts, if you’re determined, you can make things happen.
I just came back from upstairs, A1 was crying hysterically, her knee hurt. “Growing pains” as we call them. I gave her some Tempra, much lower than the recommended dose; a small dose combined with placebo effect goes a long way. I also tied a scarf around her knee. Doing that helps lessen the pain (in my books anyways), it’s like rubbing your pain, activating the sensation of touch around your pain helps lighten the message of pain to the brain by keeping your nerves busy with another signal, kind of like distracting your brain from the pain.
Today, my parents watched the kids while Jack and I went to see a play. We got there late and missed the first 15 minutes of the play. I want to take the time to write about this play, so I’m going to do it in a post on its own.
“Structure” remember ?…
But this play does deserve a post on its own.
Episode is ready.
“Valar morghulis” to all fellow Game of Thrones fans.
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no structure…and looks like it will keep getting worse.
It’s after school but before supper. A1 and A2 are playing in the backyard while A3’s sleeping inside. I’m sitting on the porch. I’m just letting this sink in. They’re playing outside on their own. There not crying for me, they don’t need anything from me… just on their own.
Already?
It’s feels weird, bitter sweet in a way? I guess I’m going to be like those mothers who feel like their kids grew up too fast and then hold on to their youngest and never let them grow up.
Nah!
Sometimes I think ahead and wonder what kind of journey lies ahead with 3 teenage girls….
I watch Roseanne sometimes and get worried. “We’re quit alike” I think.
Don’t think too far ahead, take it one day at a time. Better yet, don’t only take it one day at a time, enjoy each day, feel each moment and be grateful for what is today. It could all be gone tomorrow.
Easier said than done and even easier read than done.
Sometimes I have to actively stop all my thoughts to ask myself “Am I in the moment?”. I’m usually not. But I would like to be. I’m trying.
Now A2 and A3 are fighting over a toy. Should I interfere? Or let them sort it out on their own. I usually let them deal with each other, I’m not even sure if it’s the right thing to do. I feel like today’s adults are much more involved in the children’s lives. I remember playing in the basement or outside a lot, without my parents hearing all the nonsense I said.
Not sure if it’s a bad or good thing.
I’m going to suddenly change the topic now.
There have been many posts that I’ve deleted, sometimes I felt they went nowhere and other times I felt they were too chaotic and no one in their right mind would be able to follow.
Well, from now on, I’m going to post all of my drafts.
Today a good friend of mine gathered her courage and told me “Your posts need structure, I start reading and give up mid-way because I can’t even follow”
Oh my I gotta go, A2 went inside, she might attack A3, and she has chalk on her face. Not sure if she ate some.
To be continued…
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Talking poop
Finally ! Some down time.
Jack is finally watching tonight’s game. It’s recorded so that he can watch it peacefully once the girls are sleeping. Last time we watched a game together, I asked too many questions and then really aggravated him when I said that the opposite team seem to be better skaters. “They glide better” I said, while our team was losing 5 to 1. Needless to say, I learned a new lesson.
Note to self: Do not say anything negative about the team during a bad game.
In fact, I should’ve stuck with simply not talking to him during the game. What was I thinking?
He was so emotional about it… jeez.
I’ve also learned that to keep our marriage happy I should only say half of the things I’m thinking to say. A less talkative me makes a much happier him.
Poor him he’s got 3 more to deal with, and they all seem to be growing up to be as talkative as me.
Today at the dinner table, A1 asked “Next time I sleep at granma’s I’m going to make cookies, do you think that’s a good idea, a bad idea, a very good idea, a very bad idea, a very very bad idea or a very very good idea?”
Waaaaaaaa? Again we just stand there without an answer. We lost you after “cookie” kid!
Last time at dinner, conversation was about Elephant Poo. “Do you think the Elephant poops this much?” A1 shows the size of a pile, “Or this much?” she show’s a bigger pile. Jack answers “Thiiiiiiiiis muuuuuuuuch!” even A2 was participating to the conversation, after all it was mostly sign language, and poo is a word she knows well.
Poo is a word we know well too. You expect to have to deal with poop when becoming a parent, but no one tells you that it will end up in your hair, on your face and under your socks at least once at some point of the process. You better wish it happens sooner than later, because the older they get, the more real their poop gets. When they’re new born and only drink milk, it barely qualifies as poop, it’s more like mud. It doesn’t even smell all that bad. But when they’re all food group eating toddlers….ooof!
I remember, a long time ago, when my grandmother was changing my bratty little brother’s poopy diaper, he wouldn’t stay put. Poor woman was left in sweats by the time she managed to get him cleaned up. She grabbed a wipe to wipe her face only to realize she had just used the dirty poopy wipe on her face.
I was 8, I laughed so hard not knowing life had similar plans reserved for me…
If someone’s ever scared you by running after you with a Kleenex containing a squished spider, a dirty diaper filled with stinking, hot S&*% is good payback.
Well, I just spent 260 words talking about crap. That’s why blogs are so great, anything goes!
I think next time I’ll write about farts. Oh! So much to say!
Btw after the last post I went to check on the kids and found this.
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Hockey vs Hormones
Kids are asleep and Jack’s watching the game.
This morning when I changed A3’s diaper, half a pretzel came out of it. How did it get there? Probably A2’s doing. I felt really bad, imagine spending the night with a sharp edged piece of Pretzel in your underwear.
I’ve had my loved ones worry about me after the last post Face your fears and look inside. There’s nothing to worry about, I think I’m on the right track by being conscious of it all. It being how I feel, what I think…
We’re all pretty fragile if you think about it. What are emotions? Emotions are a direct result of non-other than chemistry, hormones and neurotransmitters …
“It’s normal, you just had three kids”
Yes it’s normal that my body is out of balance and that it leaves me feeling anxious, and out of my usual self. It might be normal, but I don’t want it. I want to be in control of my own emotions and feelings.
I better learn to do what I need to do before menopause comes along with 5 times more chemical imbalances and makes me go completely insane for good. If you’ve ever felt cranky or moody because of your period cycle, because you’ve been overworked or because of lack of sleep, then you’re in the exact same boat as me, letting your body influence your mood.
Since men naturally don’t experience many drastic hormonal shifts in their life time, they are more stable in this perspective. I look at Jack, and seems like all he needs to relax and unwind is watching a good game of Hockey.
We went to a game last Saturday; it practically felt like a religious gathering. 21 273 people gathered, uniting their thoughts and positive energy towards the same goal and chanting is unison… If Hockey matters to these people as much as is matters to Jack, then it practically is a religion. In the end isn’t it the role of religion to bring beings to peace, tame their worries and bring them closer together?
This is what I was thinking about during the game… then I started staring at the building’s structure and started to worry about its stability and where we should head in case of an emergency…
Do we ever stop worrying?!
All this to say, I am now conscious of the effect of physical life events on my inner self and I want to gain full control of it. I want to be who I am no matter what hormonal phase of my life I’m in, no matter how much sleep I’ve had and no matter how much stress this life throws my way.
How? Not sure yet …
But I’ll find a way.
P.S A great win for our team tonight. Extra yey for me!
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Face your fears and look inside
“Face your fears” is what I’ve been telling myself lately.
The older I get, the more I get to know myself. Maturing I guess.
Last week, I went out with some girlfriends to see a band play in a bar. Place was packed, probably over 100 people present. After a short chat with the singer of the band, she decided to call me up on stage before they started playing to “Say a few words”. I hadn’t planned anything; I just went up there and winged it. I don’t remember everything that I said; we were in a bar after all and had been drinking. I just know that the first thing I said was “Hi I’m Julie and I have 3 kids!”
Great intro for a rock band!
I continued babbling things… tried to pump the crowd… told the ladies in the audience they should get their bras signed by the band members…
What was I thinking? I don’t know! I was just having fun. When I sat back down some of my friends were looking at me like “What just happened?” and some that have come to know this side of me had a “No surprise here” kind of face. One of them turned to me and told me “Julie, you’re the most fearless woman I know”.
And believe it or not, that comment’s been in my head since then.
I am not fearless; I am the most fearful person I know. I am scared of everything.
It’s easy to let fear guide you. It will guide you towards safety. No risks, no taking chances, no experimenting… is that what we want?
Believe it or not that’s exactly the dilemma I’m living right now. I have fears in me… should I face them? Or just go towards whatever is safer…after all I have 3 kids.
I can’t imagine what you are thinking reading this. You’re probably think I’m a complete nut job. Well lately that’s what I’ve been thinking too. Ever since I gave birth to A3 my mind has changed. Ok, it’s not that it’s changed; it’s as if it’s always been the same but I’m just starting to realize what it’s like.
Maybe 3 kids are what it took to get me to start looking on the inside. I look on the inside and I get scared.
That tells me there’s a lot of work to be done there.
I’ve been stressed out all morning…with all these thoughts in my head. Now that I’m writing it all out, it’s making more sense. I guess this blog does help channel my stress. I know I knew this before, because I’ve mentioned it in a previous post. But it still seems like I just realized it now.Basically, I do feel better now after having written this.
Some people have the ability to center themselves and work on their inner self. Others need something to shake them and wake them up to start doing so. And most will go on with life never making this realization…
I think I’m being woken up right now.
It’s taken a lot for me to even start thinking about these things… a lot has happened to me in the past 5 years and now I’m finally learning about life.
All these thoughts running through my head ever since A3.I’ve thought it to be many things; maybe they are symptoms of baby blues? Maybe the baby blues combined with the winter blues? Maybe I’m a bit depressed? Maybe these hormones are making me crazy? Maybe I’m becoming a soft bipolar?
Or maybe this life is over whelming and I just need to calm down and learn to relax.
“You need to take good care of yourself, so you can take care of others.” They say, and they are right.
It’s more than taking care of my body and mind….
I need to take care of my soul.
P.s If you think I’ve lost my marbles…wait till you find out what I googled today. (Well one person already knows, and it’s not Jack)
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Shhh! There’s a finger in the baby’s ear.
Jack’s watching the game, A1’s painting, A2’s talking in her crib and A3’s sleeping on the couch right next to me. I can hear the neighbour’s dog barking; a little one with a loud voice that barks at air, right outside A2’s window. That’s probably why she’s not sleeping.
A1 suddenly asks:
“Mom, are we poor?”
“Can you hear what I’m thinking?”
And while I stare at her with a thousand thoughts in my head, she adds “What are you looking at?”
What? I don’t know what to think. First of all, I never thought I’d have to deal with a pre-teen attitude so early on. Second of all, one question at a time. Well, I shouldn’t talk, if she’s anything like me, there’s no such thing as one at a time. Why do they only pick up our negative traits?
“Don’t run, you’ll fall!” My father use to yell out every time I ran. If you saw the way I run you would be worried too. It’s a kind of running with inappropriate arm gestures and unequal steps. Now, that’s imprinted in my head, and every time I run, I fall. This week as A1 was running, her godfather yelled out “Don’t run you’ll fall!”. I saw her run… like mother like daughter.
I just told A1 that it’s bed time. She yelled out “No!” with a little stomp in her foot. I can’t even get mad at her. I know I should… or shouldn’t I ? I don’t even know… She’s painting, in peace, alone, without A2 pulling on her hair and taking her things. I’ll let her be…
What’s more important, an obedient daughter or an understanding mother?
Poor A3, four months old, has seen more chaos than some people have seen in a lifetime. Last week she got woken up by A2 pulling off her blanket and tickling her feet! “ Giddi, giddi, giddy” she said.
A1 just got up and did a tap dance.
“Shhhh your sisters are sleeping!”
I know with experience that the sound “Shhhhhhhh” is one of the loudest sounds you can make. Especially when you’re aggravated and are trying to express your anger towards the noise but can’t make any noise yourself. It’s happened so many times that the “Shhhh” wakes the baby after the noise has already been made.
A3 just went downstairs. Its way past her bed time and Jack is surprised to see her still up. He’s yelling for me “Julie!”… I can’t yell back! A3’s sleeping right next to me!! I have to get up.
…Ok, I’m back. A1’s in bed.
Earlier, when A2 was still awake, I was rocking A3, she was crying hysterically because she couldn’t sleep in all the noise. I took her away from the family room into the living room. I rocked her to sleep but she was waking up every time the kids would make a sound. So as I was rocking her I stuck my finger in her ear. Her other ear was blocked because she was leaning on me. As soon as she seemed to fall asleep…Along came A2 wobbling on over, with a chocolate chicken in her hand. That chocolate chicken that I gave her and got in trouble for by Jack “Why are you giving her chocolate before bed time ?”
Oh my! I just realized that’s why she’s not sleeping and talking in her crib. It’s not the dog at all!
So, I was rocking A3 with my finger in her ear, when A2 came over with chocolate all over her hands and face. She came closer and closer. All I was thinking was please not the living room couches! I was torn! Should I call out for Jack at the risk of waking A3 up or stay quiet and let A2 ruin the couches?
What’s more important clean couches or a baby’s peaceful sleep?
I whispered “Jack!”, he didn’t hear me… How could he, he’s way over in the kitchen. After a few seconds he came looking for chocolate covered A2 and took her away.
A few minutes later, she escaped from him again. This time I saw her going straight for the stairs. “Jack” I whispered… nothing.
What’s more important a baby’s peaceful sleep or a toddler’s safety?
I called out for Jack and woke A3 up.
Back to square 1.
Btw we use an upside down storage bin as a coffee table and the top of the blender as a pitcher… maybe that’s why she asks if we’re poor…DO YOU BLAME HER?
Home team won tonight. Jack will be in a better mood.
Yey for me !
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Be real and do your laundry
After a very long day, kids finally asleep, sunken deep into the basement couch, we realize we forgot to bring down the baby monitor. Who’s going to go get it?
I am. Be right back.
You can’t really argue over this one… every moment that passes counts. What if baby’s crying and we can’t hear her because we’re wasting time arguing about who’s going to go upstairs to get the monitor. Now that I did this one, he’ll have to do the next thing that comes up. With 3 kids in the house anything could come up any time.
Later when the washer stops I’ll ask him to empty the washer into the dryer. Last time he did, I heard him yell from the washroom “For once I’d like to open the washer and find MY clothes in there!”
It’s true, it’s never his laundry. It’s always the girls’ pink laundry.
Jack’s yelling at the TV again. Good thing I’ve got this blog. What else would I be doing while he watches the game?
What do the wives and girlfriends of the world do while the guys are watching the game? I’m sure some really enjoy it and others only pretend… Let’s not go there.
Well a confident woman doesn’t need to pretend about anything. Life is too short to pretend anything. We should focus on being real. Reality has become a rarity and it’s sad.
So our deal is I blog while he watches the game. That’s why I hope our team goes to the playoffs.
From laundry, to pretending, to hockey. “You need more structure in your texts” someone once told me.
I need more structure in my head!
This is exactly how thoughts go through my mind, I go from topic to topic and it’s exhausting. If I’m exhausting myself with my thoughts imagine how it must be for Jack to hear me talk about everything that I’m thinking about. This kind of thought process combined with decreased memory is a complete disaster.
It’s all good with Jack as long as it’s not during the game.
It’s easy to keep a man happy.
Ouf! Big statement I just made there and I stand by it. Most men are clear about what they want and don’t want. Now whether or not we have the will to allow it…well that’s another thing.
Note I wrote “Most men”. I know a few men who seem pretty complicated from my point of view…
Games over, home team lost…
Got to go.
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