Monday, August 31, 2009

Birthdays

When you're a mom, birthdays have different meaning. Funny thing is, your birthday doesn't really mean too much. You still have to wake up in the morning, go to work, get the kids to school -- just like any other day. I told my son that today was my birthday. He didn't care too much. He just looked at me like I had vines growing from my head and went about doing his own thing. But I do appreciate what my mother did for me on this day. She carried me for 10 months, went through child birth and did the whole mommy thing for me.

I will relish in the fact that today is my birthday and I can do what I want. I will eat what I want. I will be thankful for another wonderful year of life. And, if I'm lucky, I'll get a homemade card.

So, here's to year 31. I wouldn't trade the last 30 for anything.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Overwhelmed and Grossly Underpaid

Ever get the feeling that the people at work know just how stressed you are at home and want to seek revenge on you? That's how I've felt all week.

I feel like everything at home just keeps stacking up. There are just not enough hours in the day to get everything done and still have an ounce of sanity. Laundry, groceries, dishes, toys and pretty much everything else have been piling up. I don't get paid to do those things!

Breathe.

Tomorrow is Saturday. I want to have fun. Instead I will be catching up on all things in the pile. Let's hope the kids and the husband cooperate.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

At the End of the Day

My day at work was just plain bad. Not only was I highly annoyed with everyone's hair on fire at work, but I got "reprimanded" for something that had NOTHING to do with me. Nothing like getting a finger pointed in the wrong direction. So, as I put out all the fires and turn the fingers away from me and pointing to the REAL problem I find myself in a funk.

I stewed all day at about the assinine requests and allegations. But as I arrived at the daycare to pick up the kids it all went away. I was greeted by my son with a big hug. The big squeezy kind that really mean they missed you. And a big "Hiiiiiiiiiii" from my 13-month-old daughter.

Life was good again. But I do not look forward to another day at work!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Back to School

My oldest son is now 4 and started Voluntary Pre-Kindergarten (VPK). He hated it. Apparently it wasn't the teacher. It wasn't his classmates. It was because he had hiccups. My youngest, who is now 13 months old, woke up three times in the middle of the night. Who knows what that means. Is it just me - or do you kinda like the "school year?" It definitely makes you get into a routine and makes life relatively normal. Now if I could only sync up a good dinner schedule, working out and time to do laundry we'll be set.