I HEART Anne Taintor!

Whether you are a mother, wife, friend, girlfriend, or any kind of female,  we all have our moments. We have days where we hate our life.
Have you ever had these kind of moments? You stop and think, "this is really my life???"

You hate the idiot that does  not use their blinker, UNTIL they are turning the corner.

A friend that talks behind your back.

The cashier at the store who gives you dirty looks because your child is throwing a tantrum. 

The customer service rep that either doesn't speak English, "gets disconnected", or is down right rude. 

The humiliating experience with at the register where your card gets declined. 

Or you don't give a damn if your husband has clean skivies and you have a pile of dirty laundry the size of Mount Everest.

Or the days you cannot down right stand any other human being.

Anne Taintor images and captions help me get through those days.
Or maybe I just need a refill of prozac??
To me, these days are normal. It's ok to feel this way. I hate the people who make you feel otherwise....
Life is reality, and it can sometimes really blow. I told my husband I'm going to print a huge Anne Taintor image and caption, and put it smack dab in our living room, so I can remind myself to have a laugh at stupid people, and stupid moments in life. He didn't approve... Screw him :)

END of her rope...

I have not posted in quite some time. Life is hectic.... I'm sure you moms understand. I had a mom write in awhile back with some questions. I apologize that your child is probably over the age of 3 by now! But I do believe many moms are going through this right now.
This is her scenario:

If I knew what being a Mom was going to be like, would I have done it? Sadly, the answer is probably no. Am I horrible? Yes, maybe. But I like to think that I'm just brave enough to admit what every other Mom is feeling inside. Mom's think they are so horrible to say how rough and miserable motherhood can truly be. We think we have to tell everyone that we LOVE being a Mom so much and that we have the best angel kids ever. Why do we lie ? Why can't we admit that being a Mom is just about the most tiresome & HARDEST job out there? Worth it? I don't know. Ask me that in a few years, because right now I'm in no shape to give you a correct answer.

I do love my son. But I can't say I love being a Mom. Sorry, the truth sucks.

Take today for example. I had the goal to go to church. This is huge for me; I'm not a church go-er. My husband was working but planned to be home in time to get himself ready to go. That meant I had me and the 2 year old monster to get ready. I really try my hardest to start each day with a set of fresh batteries, with a clean and open mind, making no assumptions that he's gonna fight me on every little thing I ask of him. I do try.
Breakfast time: He hates eating. There's no ignoring or forgetting or getting around that fact. What do you want to eat? a cupcake. Fantastic. Half of me , the lazy half wants to just give the kid a cupcake, so we can avoid the tantrum that was about to follow & save myself the extra time & stress that would come with that. But no. Cereal? No. Oatmeal? No. Yogurt? I want yogurt. Ok. Sit up to the table and eat your yogurt, please. No. Nothing's  that easy. I want to watch cartoons. Ok, come eat your yogurt in here (Tv room) Mistake #1, but I don't care. I have to hurry. I have myself to get ready, too. Ok, wear this bib. No. Ok, fine. Proceed to getting myself ready. Come back to find yogurt half eaten and a big mess on the floor & all over him. Keep your cool. Come here, lets eat the rest of your yogurt at the table. NO! YES! NO! I pick him up and set him at the table. There is kicking and screaming. I go clean up the mess he made on the floor in the TV room. I turn around to see him smearing yogurt all over the table. I pick up spoon and force feed him a few bites. I tell him to eat the rest of it. NO! Ok. I tell him I'm leaving without him then. I go outside, open the garage and pretend to leave. He freaks out. He eats rest of yogurt. There is a big mess. I clean it up because I don't have the time or patience to ask him to clean it up and deal with the tantrum that will create. Lets go to your room and get you dressed. NO! yes. I take his hand and drag him to his room. There is screaming, whining & running away. I'm about to the end of my rope. I tell him we have to clean off his face and the yogurt off his shirt. I get a wipe to do this. He freaks out, won't hold still, screams & fights. I'm slipping, holding on by a thread. Someone save me, quick. I tell him to lay down so I can change his diaper and get him dressed. NOOOO!!!!!! That's it. I'm done. I start screaming because he is screaming. Real grown up, right? I spank his butt, hard. He screams louder and tries to hit me. Good one, Mom. You're a real thinker. I don't care. I'm beyond thinking and I'm beyond reason. I'm done. I slam the door and lock him in. He screams and hits the door. I run to my room and bury my head under the pillow and sob uncontrollably for a good 15-20 minutes. My husband comes home, to my rescue. He deals with it. I try to piece myself back together but I have a half hour to get ready. I can't. I won't. I'm too pissed anyway, and I have no desire to see my 2 year old for a long while.

That was today. And you know, if that was the first time things like this happened, it wouldn't be so bad. But, its not. Things like this happen every SINGLE day. It builds and builds and builds and then I explode.

I have no words of wisdom, no encouraging thoughts. My brain feels like mashed potatoes and I'm emotionally drained. All I can think about is that tomorrow is another one. I eat a cupcake. Then I eat another. I want to run away. I want to go back to the simpler times, when I had only myself to care for. I am selfish, I never said I wasn't. I am human, too. I'm not superwoman and I don't want to be. 

Moms , how do you do this? More importantly, how do you do this & like it? Or even more importantly, how do you pretend to like it? Or am I indeed horrible?

yours truly,
the at the end of her rope,
gone completely crazy,
ready to run away,
all because of one little 2 year old,
cupcake eating Mom.

My response in this is, Fake it til ya make it! I fake loving my life many of days. I do believe moms need their time outs, trips with friends, girls night out, etc. How can you take care of your family when you aren't taking care of yourself? I know most of the time I am in no condition to be a "good" mom. I have to go to a movie, do some retail therapy, eat whatever the hell I want, and not care about all those skinny moms. I'm going to do what makes me happy, so I can have happy kids. 

What are your responses?

Chronic Mommy

So I have come to realize, well, I would have to say admit, moms don't have just long days, they have chronic days-NEVER ENDING. My life right now is pretty much a blur. With a 2 year old, a 6 month old, and a husband, I feel like I never stop. Take today for example- Tomorrow doesn't start til 6:00 AM for me, because I'm still going until then. Last night I didn't go to sleep until 3:00 AM. Call it insomnia, I call it "mommy brain". My mind keeps going and going like the energizer bunny.
"Do we have enough diapers to last until next payday? Does Hubby have clean work clothes? Did I take the garbage cans out?"

Then I hear a cry of "MAMA!!! WHaaaaaa" Yes. Big Brother is awake. So I get him out of bed, we watch a little bit of Yo Gabba Gabba....yay. Just what I need. (yes, that is sarcasam)
Put Big Brother back in bed.

What time is it? Who frickin cares. I have no time schedule really.Same with days, they are all the same.
I awaken to my hubby jumping out of bed, like the house is on fire. He states "OH! I just love it when the alarm doesn't go off! ughhhhhhhh I'm gonna be late for work. Did you know what time it was???"

-Really another task for me? And yes, I stay awake 24/7. I was just laying here in bed planning today and  to make sure you make it to work on time, and just in case a kid poops, and to help you find socks.

I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, thinking "You are a big boy. You can do it." In as much of a loving way as possible. Ahhh peace and quite.

Brothers both awake.

Feeding kids, changing kids, doing laundry, dishes, cleaning.

Hubby comes home. It looks like a tornado went through our house. And the hubby says "What did you do all day?" I roll my eyes.

Make dinner, feed children-yes all 3 :) change them, get them ready for bed. Put older brother to bed.

Get a BBM from a friend. Want to get out of the house, get a bite to eat?"

Tell hubby, I'm leaving, be back in a bit. Run out of the house like a bomb is just about to explode.

Get a text during dinner from hubby. " I didn't know it took this long to eat"

Go home.

Both brothers are awake.

Put brothers back to bed.

Pick up toys, start dishwasher, etc etc etc...........

Get online to blog.... now it's just about 2:00 AM......

Tomorrow, another round. I'm down and out, can't throw in the towel.....

Cupboard Door UpCycle

This is a craft I found over at UCREATE, HERE. All I did was spray paint the old cupboard door, use an ink pad to distress the edges, added the same clips as the link, and added some felt rose buds. I sure hope Grammy enjoy's this! If you would like a tutorial on how to make the roses, leave a comment, and I'll be happy to create one.

ABC's

Big Brother loves counting and his ABC's. Even though he can't really sing or say the ABC's, and just knows a couple of the letters, which is still great. I saw this idea on How Does She, I found it here.I have been trying to decorate the boys' room in robot, since it is little boy like, bright bold colors, and hopefully will last awhile and wont grow out of it. I can always switch the robot stuff with cars,airplanes, monsters, super hero's, whatever they are into in a couple of years. I made my abc's a little different. I just screwed them into the wall, because I am no measure ( if that is a word-apparently not, it has a squiggly red line under it!) The screws added to the robot feel. I could paint the screws black, but I actually like them. I started hanging these up one night myself. I got the A and the B up, but My handy man, Hubby could here me yelling. I get putting tiny holes in the wall. Big Brother then picked up "Gosh Dang it!" or "Dang it!". The Hubby came in to rescue me, and finish hanging them up. Thanks hun! The boys' room is coming along very slowly, but getting there. I am getting excited about how it is looking, and so is Big Brother. He can now look at the "E HE A's" now anytime he wants. (usually when he is going to bed, we can hear him singing "E HE A's, E HE A's"
The Direction to make these (I did the same measurements and modge poge technique as How Does She), are at howdoesshe.com. 

My Housewife Fantasy of Garbage Day......

I really dislike loathe this game system. Well, actually, it's not the game system, or the movies you can watch with it, or even the games, etc. It's the family and personal TIME it devours, like a stinky 2 year old boy (just like the one at my house!) inhales a warm ooey,gooey, mouth watering, right out-of-the-oven, chocolate chip cookie from grandma's house.

I do NOT get what the obsession of the male 20 something year old's have with this toy.

I really think my husband could play  Halo, or Call of Duty, all day and all night for a week. I don't think he would even notice any screaming kids, smell of poopy diapers, or his tired exhausted wife. I also really do not like my little boys watching the ghore, blood, guts, and the sounds (including my hubby yelling with his buddies on the xbox live) during the gaming. I also don't like the snappy mood it puts my husband into while he is playing the games.
I fantasize about the day I rip the game system right out of the entertainment center, cords and all. This is how it plays into my mind.
I toss the little monster of a machine into a large disgusting garbage can, out into the street. I smile as the smelly garbage truck chews and chomps the xbox like a Tryannosaurus Rex consumming the flesh of scavenged dead animals. Then I hear faint, cheesy, tender piano music, as the filthy garbage truck drives away into the sunset.
         

What's with Men and "long hair"?????

I hate that probably 98% of men love women with long hair, and they feel the need to express it. I have short hair. My husband hates it. He has told me " I hate getting into bed when all I see is the back of your head, and it looks like I am getting into bed with a man" hahaha. What a turd. At least I have something to get him to leave me along right?? ;) just kidding. Leave it to a married couple who has been married for almost 5 years to have a conversation like this. I told him "If you want to get up every morning, wash my hair, and curl or straighten it, be my guest. I'll grow it out" But we ALL know that won't happen. It is a fact that hair can be tedious and a lot of work. Why have long hair when I am just going to get up, blow dry it, and put it up in a pony tail? Oh yeah, just in case I want me hair to look like a Victoria's Secret model every once in a blue moon. I am a mom. I need something easy. I also believe that not all women look good with long hair. Some women look amazing with short hair!! I think you should be able to wear your hair however you want despise what your hubby or any man says. If it MAKES YOU FEEL confident, pretty, and it's easier to do, then chop it! My hubby just thinks it's not fair that I get to do my hair how I want, and me being a hairstylist, cut his hair however I want it cut. My response is "Go pay someone to cut your hair the way you want, but be prepared to get the silent treatment when you get home!!" And by the way, I'm not always that mean! I sometimes compromise :) It doesn't matter what your hair style is! All these women at the top are gorgeous! Whether they have long or short hair, I have heard men say that these women are hot! So why can't an everyday woman be hot with short hair?? Oh yeah....we can't be airbrushed.