I don't know if I can have anymore kids. Not for medical reason, but laziness reasons. Having 2 kids that can get themselves up in the morning, including getting themselves dressed and getting a snack, makes it hard to get pregnant again knowing full well all the work that I will have to do. Getting up in the middle of the night and getting up with the kid in the morning. Not to mention all the other work a baby requires, and I am not even talking about the delivery!
I love my kids more and more as they get older and the thought of a new baby, Yikes! I do want more kids so I guess I gotta psych myself up.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Can't get enough!
I only have limited time for this blog. It's 9:45am and my kids want breakfast... geez I am blogging leave me ALONE! In all fairness this is their second breakfast, Bart fed them before he went to work, while I was sleeping. I led a charmed life.
OK, but the reason for my post.
Joshua James. Love him!Sunday, December 7, 2008
30 and Feelin' Fine!
Okay, I know this should have been posted last post but I just wanted to make sure that the day after I turned 30 I didn't suddenly need a walker and my family didn't put me in a home. Because if they did, I would NOT have titled this post '30 and Feelin' Fine'. Maybe it would have been '30 and Super Pissed'.
In all seriousness being 30 years old is great. I am healthier than I have ever been, I have more energy and now a little more money to do the things I now have energy for (can you follow that?), and my temper is just starting to balance itself out. This past week 1 out of 3 opportunities I didn't lose it on someone who deserved it. - I am not talking about my kids, I try to keep it together, even if they deserve it. I am talking about perfect strangers that are rude and asking for it. I can't get into the stories they just rile me up and remind me that maybe I should have said more and I start thinking that I should go back to that store and give the lady a piece of my mind. OK - maybe my temper hasn't changed at all, but the first couple of things are definitely true. I realized a few years ago that every stage of your life has good and bad. I would never want to go back to high school - living with my parents, not having a car or money. But I would never trade all the good times for anything.
In all seriousness being 30 years old is great. I am healthier than I have ever been, I have more energy and now a little more money to do the things I now have energy for (can you follow that?), and my temper is just starting to balance itself out. This past week 1 out of 3 opportunities I didn't lose it on someone who deserved it. - I am not talking about my kids, I try to keep it together, even if they deserve it. I am talking about perfect strangers that are rude and asking for it. I can't get into the stories they just rile me up and remind me that maybe I should have said more and I start thinking that I should go back to that store and give the lady a piece of my mind. OK - maybe my temper hasn't changed at all, but the first couple of things are definitely true. I realized a few years ago that every stage of your life has good and bad. I would never want to go back to high school - living with my parents, not having a car or money. But I would never trade all the good times for anything.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Maybe I'm Glad I had Kids
Sweetest thing ever. Makes me happy that I had kids.
I says (that's right says) to Ethan last night while we were snuggling before bed (also a good reason to have kids)
"If you could have anything in the whole world what would you have" I thought he would say some sort of vehicle, but instead he said
"I would have mommy."
Almost makes me want to stop the yelling and beating...almost.
I says (that's right says) to Ethan last night while we were snuggling before bed (also a good reason to have kids)
"If you could have anything in the whole world what would you have" I thought he would say some sort of vehicle, but instead he said
"I would have mommy."
Almost makes me want to stop the yelling and beating...almost.
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