Allow me to reintroduce myself…..

Just Me

Before I continue on with any more post (or rants) about my life, my kids, my madness and insanity, I think it’s only fair that I give you a better understanding of who I am. Who I really am.

I have been through many things, many good, MANY bad. Some things that pretty much everyone goes through, and some that most people do not. I would often question how I still had a heart, how I didn’t become an evil person filled with hate, and used to constantly think the infamous question, “why me?”. But I have learned everything happens for a reason and because of that I wouldn’t take back any of my life experiences knowing it has made me who I am today. The bad doesn’t need to be relived in detail, it’s said and done and thankfully over, but to know me is to know my story, so let’s begin…

My name is irrelevant. I am not a celebrity, therefore, my name is just a name and I am a nobody to the outside world (for now).

As for my age, some may be (and usually are) surprised to know I am actually only 24 years old. Yes, that is a two in front of that four. Yes, that means I have just graduated high school six years ago. And finally, YES, that means I was and still am a young mom. But NO, that does not mean I have not been through probably more than some double my age has, and No that does not mean I am any less of a parent or woman than someone who has partied their 20’s away and waited until they were 30 to have their first child and start their “grown up” life. So now that we have that out of the way, let’s move on 🙂

I was the daughter of a teen mom, and I became a teen mom. I was in young “love” and made terrible, immature, irresponsible decisions during my first couple years in high school. I went from being in a mentally gifted program and being accepted into one of the best schools in the city by 5th grade, to not caring about school, my education, well being or my future, and dug myself in a deeper and deeper hole that I thought I would never be able to crawl out of. (I honestly don’t know how my mother didn’t disown me at some points). But that all changed the moment I found out I was expecting my first child. I changed my life around, never missed school and became that “A” student my teachers and parents would tell me I was more than capable of being. I finished high school the best I had been in years. I walked off that green grass with my cap and gown on and went over to hold my 2 month old baby boy for pictures feeling extremely proud of myself. While most women take maternity leave to relax with their newborn and recover physically, emotionally and mentally from the process of giving birth, I was doing school work and meeting with my teacher to make sure I was not only keeping up with my grades, but would be there with my class to celebrate this huge accomplishment. And I was.

I went on to work while completing full time college courses for two years and obtained my associates in Elementary Education before having my second child with the man I married and now call my husband. Along with some tough times and a bit of a rough pregnancy, I had a post partum hemmorhage with my second that ended with the doctor manually, by hand, contracting my uterus to stop the bleeding and save me from loosing any more blood than I already had. I screamed in excruciating pain as my husband stroked my hair, and reassured me everything would be ok as much as he possibly could. That admittedly was the most painful thing I have ever been through, especially when you refuse the epidural since I made the decision to give birth to all my kids “naturally”. That definitely won the top spot for the scariest moment of my life. (A deer running into my car as I was driving with my newborn comes in at a close 2nd). After that, I made the decision to focus on just working to help support my growing family before being let go from my previous job after finding out I was pregnant (which was a surprise to both mommy and daddy….the pregnancy and the loss of a job at the worst possible time). Thankfully, my husband got a new job and I became a stay at home mom while being pregnant with my third and last child, who gave me a hell of a pregnancy so may have been the best thing in the end after all.

And here we are today…after being through hell and back since a very young age, dealing with things I can only hope my kids never have to experience in life, and pushing through every obstacle life has put in my path, I am finally in a good place. We just recently got a new home that we love, our babies are all here and healthy, and I got the opportunity to wake up today to see another sunrise, kiss my husband and kids, and write this post for a blog I never thought or knew I would have.

So that is my story (at least a very small part of it) and this is who I am and forever will be.

Sincerely, Me.

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Oh hey there Superman ;)

In reference to my last rant, I’ll make this short and to the point…..

I have been saved!

My day didn’t go much smoother since my last post BUT my own personal Clark Kent walked through the door and saved the little bit of sanity I had left.

Even after his long work day, and listening to my venting of how I must talk to walls and be invisible, he (who in reality is my husband) comes home, wrestles, gives horse back rides, pretends to be mortal combat characters and makes the kids laugh hysterically, tiring them out just in time for bed.

Days like today prove the importance of having daddy around (well…a good, responsible, loving and caring daddy at least, since anything less than that can do more damage than good, and unfortunately that’s an issue I know first hand)…I’m sure that will be a future post.

But for now, I will end this post with

Thank you Superman.

Love always, your very appreciative wife 🙂 ❤️

Goodnight (or morning depending where you may be reading this from)

P.S. Yes, this is an actual picture of my Clark Kent and two of our mini men whose names will remain anonymous although I’m sure I will eventually post pictures of all my beautiful children as time goes on 🙂

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They were born to torture us….right?

It’s Monday….


That statement alone is never associated with anything positive.

The weekend is over which means my husband goes back to work, which also means the extra two hands I have had over the weekend are leaving out that door with him. Not to mention as soon as the door shuts and his foot leaves off the front step, the kids huddle together and make an evil plot to drive me as crazy as possible until Daddy comes back home (they don’t really huddle up or make an evil plan, but in my mind they do). Please keep in mind today is a 4 against 1 day, with my kids being ages 6, 4, almost 2 and 2 weeks old….(yea, I know, I am a little crazy myself for having them all) Now I have experience, not only being a mother, but I worked at a daycare for almost 4 years (which ratio was 10 three year olds to just myself at times), and took child development classes while completing my associates degree in Education. So I should have this completely under control! Right? Wrong! The difference is, these are MY kids, and MY kids know how to get over on mommy and beat the system, and by “the system” I mean all the things my textbooks, classes, and experience has taught me to avoid days like this….let’s continue.

I know what most may think, “Be grateful you have kids to drive you crazy, some try all their life with no luck!”  And trust me, if it wasn’t for my kids I would not be where I am today, or who I am today, but please keep in mind, we mothers are still human at the end of the day. So before I continue my vent, never mistaken my frustration with lack of love. I absolutely love all my kids, including my stepson, and would never trade them for anything, including peace and sanity. (Even though my brain is currently correcting me and trying to convince my heart that I probably would, just for a day).

I will admit, I envy not having whatever Daddys have to put kids on their best behavior with one look (yes, “thee look”, which my mother used to tell me my grandfather had mastered when she was younger and now I completely understand it). And as I have spent the first half of my Monday listening to ear piercing screams, tantrums being thrown, complaining, whining, and of course my own voice repeating itself multiple times, I am  wishing I not only had those extra set of hands but “thee look” to save me from feeling like I am slowly but surely not only loosing the battle, but my mind as well.

So as I sit here I try to wrap my mind around how I created this chaos, I question how these precious little innocent babies have turned into crazy kids who have turned my home, my safe place, into a psyc ward, a very messy, unorganized psyc ward, and I continue to count down the hours until Daddy is back home. And then I realize within that thought process, they must have been born to torture me…right?

Sincerely,

The real thoughts of a mommy in distress

Time flies when your having…..

Another month has come and gone. They say time flies when your having fun….but in reality, how many of us would actually call our days “fun”. Sure, we may have some fun moments throughout our days, which usually only occurs on the weekends anyway since the week days are filled with a thing called work, sleep, and more work that drains our days of time and takes away from any possibility of “fun” that could be had. But majority of the time, our days are mostly filled with stress, food, a smile here and there and some more stress before ending the day, going to sleep, and starting it all over again the next day. Not to say these days are full of misery, (because your days are truly what you make them) but they tend to be filled with real life situations, no matter how jolly you try to be or stay, that you just simply can’t escape. And by real life I mean kids crying, tantrums being thrown, bills waiting to be paid, groceries to be bought, too long of work days, and of course lack of sleep (because if you have a life, the recommended 8-9 hours is pretty close to impossible, hence the dire need for and addiction to caffeine we have everyday). So my point of this post is to basically say, does time really fly when your having fun?…or does time fly because we get so lost in the duties of our everyday, real life situations, that we fail to realize the hours, days, months and years that so quickly pass us by. Time is precious, and as I sit here and stare at my little bundle of joy, swaddled and sleeping so peacefully on my chest, I sometimes wish I could pause time, just for a little, and enjoy the little things that become so easily overlooked. (I know, easier said than done). We may never be able to pause time, but we can at least take a minute, or ten, out of the 24 hours in a day that are given to us, to reflect on the things we cherish and love the most. The very things we live for. (Especially knowing how easily and quickly those 24 hours can be taken away from us without warning). Don’t let time pass you so quickly that you loose track and can’t keep up. Don’t give yourself the opportunity to say “Where did the time go? I wish I could go back…” Don’t let life consume you. Consume life. Goodnight image