Category Archives: Kind of Crazy

The universe is oh-so-funny.

So, last week I was lamenting about how busy we are. And that I’m sure my past self has felt the same way before.

Well, apparently right about this same time 6 years ago I was feeling the same way.

What’s hilarious to me is that was back when we had 1/3 of the children we do now. And Rylee wasn’t even in school or playing sports. Funny enough, I even say “I hate to think about what’s it’s going to be like when Rylee is in school or playing sports or she has a sibling.”

I really can’t help but laugh at myself.

I guess I take comfort in knowing that I’ve always felt like a hot mess? Actually what I really take comfort in, is the fact that looking back 6 years, I don’t remember feeling that way at all.

So, note to future self: You’re doing great! Keep on keeping on.

Busy.

You know what I hate? That when friends I haven’t seen for a while ask me how we’ve been the only answer I can ever come up with is, “busy.”

Or when someone asks me how my day was and I can’t think anything to say besides, “busy.”

At what point will I just accept that “busy” is just our new normal? Or maybe, I’m just not willing to accept it as our new normal. And also, what would I say then to those questions?

How was your day? … “normal.

How have you guys been? … “normal.

What kind of answer is that, even?

But, it’s true. Three kids is a lot of laundry, a lot of morning chaos, a lot of food to cook, a lot of dishes. Two of them are now in school so there are more lunches to make, more schedules to coordinate, more reading to be done. Two of them are playing sports so there are more practices to go to, more games to cheer on, more water bottles to fill, more team snacks to buy. Outside of the kids, there are careers that we love and aren’t going anywhere. The property that’s not going anywhere. Etc., etc. etc..

It’s just busy. But it’s our normal.

If I’m being completely honest? The constant dashboard of family stuff, work stuff, house stuff, that I have running in my head leaves me right on the verge of being completely overwhelmed. There’s always one.more.thing. that should/could/needs to be done before I can sit down and relax in the evening. That magical time of sitting down and relaxing seems to be getting later and later in the evening as time goes on.

It’s just busy. But it’s our normal.

So, I’m asking myself, why am I even here? In this space, I mean. Typing these words when there are so many other things that should be done right now. Why am I even contemplating the idea of adding yet another one.more.thing. to that dashboard in my head?

I’ve gone almost an entire year within nothing new here. So why now? It’s been so long, I even typed in the URL of my own blog wrong when I decided to log in and click “new post.”

The novelty and shiny-ness of the internet has long worn off. There’s just so much noise anymore. I actually kind of hate it lately. Social media in general, I mean. I took the twitter app off my phone. I’ve been clicking “unfollow” more and more. I’ve even said out loud on more than one occasion that if I didn’t have to have it for work I wouldn’t. And that realization actually kind of makes me sad. I miss the “good old days” of social media, ya know?

And maybe that’s just me in general lately. I suppose that’s why I’m here right now. Reminiscent of the “good old days” of being less busy. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself now. I’m sure that whenever those generic “good old days” were, I also felt busy all the time. Maybe I just handled it all better?

I don’t even know. I’m just rambling on at this point.

It’s just busy. But it’s our normal.

That Circus Life

Life is a circus, guys.

Yes, of course I love my kiddos. And of course I wouldn’t trade them for the world. And of course I can’t imagine my life without them. Full hands, full heart. Yada, yada, yada.

I know they mean well, but when people say “cherish every moment” I can’t help but be all…

And sometimes I’m even like…

Mostly because…

One is always crying.

One is always whining.

One is always tattling.

The laundry. Oh the laundry.

6 AM weekend wake-ups.

We basically bought a car with third row seating just so they can’t touch each other.

If I hear “mom watch” one… more… time…

Seriously… if I had a dollar for every time I heard “Mom, watch!”

It’s impossible to make a dinner everyone is happy about.

Unless it’s pizza night.

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

So, just remember, next time you tell me to “cherish every moment,” I may look like this on the outside…

But inside I’m probably doing this…

Reese Said What? – Bath Time Edition

Scene: Standing next to the bathtub, waiting for the water to warm up so she can take a bath.

Reese: ::while holding up her arm:: “Mom, you want to smell my armpit?”
Me: “Nope”
Reese: ::Tries to smell it herself::
Me: “How does it smell?”
Reese: “Pretty good.” ::pauses…:: “want to smell it now?”
Me: “No thank you”
Reese: “Well, how about my elbow then. You want to smell that?”

Things to NOT say/do to a pregnant lady…

This pregnancy isn’t my first rodeo, yet people still blow my mind {and not in a good way}. I remember when I was pregnant with Reese, our office was celebrating the month’s birthdays with cake and a coworker made a joke about how it looked like I didn’t need any cake.

Umexcusemewhat!?

Over the course of the last 7 years, I’ve grown 3 kids, been around a number of pregnant ladies, and learned a thing or two about what you should, more like shouldn’t, say to a pregnant lady.

Feel free to consider this a Public Service Announcement from pregnant women everywhere.

After not seeing her for a week or more, do NOT awkwardly bend over and look at her belly close-up, wide-eyed in wonder and amazement and say “woooooow!

After she jokingly reprimands you for the previous comment do NOT say, “I can’t help it, you’re just getting SO BIG!”

After she not-so-jokinlgy reprimands you for that previous comment, do NOT say, “Is it twins!?”

After she responds that she’s walking away from you now before she says something that wouldn’t be very nice, do NOT shout down the hallway, “was it something I said!?”

Pro tip: pregnant ladies already feel large and in-charge…and not in the sexy domineering way…they don’t need to be reminded that they’re gaining weight by the minute. Do not ever, under any circumstances make any comment about anything other than how beautiful she looks. Period. Because if not? They may get “irritable“.

And yes, the aforementioned conversation actually happened.

29 weeks, tomorrow. Only 11 weeks left of stupid comments.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat my feelings. They taste like cookies.