Sometimes Molly tells me, "Mama, I can't do it! I'm just a little girl!" It is times like those that I like to remind her that she can do it. That she might surprise herself. Of course, I often find myself sharing her self doubt. "What if I stumble and fall?" I wonder. Then I stop myself and wonder, "What if I fly?" Sometimes the thought of succeeding is scarier than the thought of failing but I know that both have wonderful lessons.
So today, go out and take a risk. You might stumble. You might fall. Or you might just fly high into the sky.
It was a brutal week. I quit parenting at least 1000 times. My kids wouldn't let me quit though and kept badgering me to keep working and loving them harder.
We saw you on Wednesday night after a harrowing time at the swimming pool. My girls LOVE, LOVE, LOVE swim class and I think it is fun too but man, the locker room experience afterwards just wears me out. I'm going to lose my voice soon from all the yelling I do in there.
I called my husband and asked him to meet us at Mod Pizza. It's a good place to take kids for dinner. They can get their own pizza which really reduces the arguments over what toppings to get. We settled in to eat our food when you and your son sat down next to us. You quickly apologized for your son's cough and made sure we knew it was from asthma. I offered my sympathy and you said you had spent the previous night in the ER. Oh boy, I knew that experience intimately. We swapped stories of the ER and shook our heads at each other in exhaustion.
Your son decided to try to leave and as you tried to calmly ask him to sit back down, I heard the exhaustion in your voice. I heard the extreme tired radiate out of you. Then your son did what all parents fear. He puked. He barfed all over the floor.
I felt for you then. I really felt for you on Thursday night when this happened to me. You held it together though. I liked your spark. I liked how you muttered to yourself but took great care of your son. I hope your night got better once you got home. I hope you got a few moments of rest.
I just want you to know that we're all in this together through puke, yelling and laughter. It's hard, this parenting thing but knowing that we're all on this crazy ride together helps. Some days that is the only thing that helps.
I had such an awesome experience doing Whole30 in January that I've decided to tackle another one in April. I've been busying pinning away on my Whole30 Pinterest Board and planning out my monthly meal plan.
I need more ideas though. I want to keep my plans simple and this time around I really want to meal prep a bit better. I have a feeling that I'll be going alone on this Whole30 so prepping my meals ahead will mean success for me.
I'm also a little nervous. I did so well the first time that I wonder if I have it in me for a second round. I am feeling more fatigued lately and my weight loss came to a standstill. I know both of those can be conquered with Whole30.
Does anyone have any good Whole30 crockpot meals? Any tips as I dive into my second round on April 1st?
This morning I woke up with a spring in my step. My house was being deep cleaned after three horrible weeks of illness and other surprises. The house was really dirty and I was more than happy to pay someone to clean it for me.
The cleaners ended up coming after co-op rather than during it so that threw me for a loop. I took the kids out to lunch and then got them to take a short car nap. We went to the beach. It was a gorgeous day. In between I'd drive by the house to see if the cleaners were done. They were at my house for over three hours. YIKES!
After locking up the house, we headed to visit my Mom and ready her apartment for her arrival tomorrow. She's getting out of the rehab facility and going home! She's still improving from her hip surgery and hoping being back at home will be helpful.
I decided that I didn't want the kids to dirty my clean house and called Scott to meet us at a local brewery for dinner. A mere four blocks from the restaurant, Molly became Mt. Molly and puked everywhere. It was horrible. I was retching and practically crying as I tried to help her. I am not a good barf helper. I got her out of her clothing and realized I couldn't put her back in the seat. It was just not possible. So I broke the law and all safety decrees and buckled her into the middle seat in the car. Then I drove 15 mph home on the side roads. Luckily we were about 3 miles from home but I was a nervous wreck.
Scott arrived home shortly after us with take-out (because people still needed to eat) and just started laughing. Both kids were running around the front yard in just their skivvies and I had emptied the backseat of everything. The car will need to be shampoo'd tomorrow but both car seats have been cleaned and the covers washed. Luckily we have another car with car seats that we'll use tomorrow. What a day!
Women are scary Other Mothers are terrifying. I remember Mom Dating when I first had Molly. I was so aggressive but I now have an awesome village of Mom friends. Sometimes you have to be the aggressor to get a great community.