Spring has sprung…or it did about a month ago here in Phoenix. And by spring, I mean it stayed in the 70’s, because anything lower is definitely winter weather.
So for the past month we’ve been going to the park a lot and just trying to get out more in general. I had gotten into a mommy rut so I made a new schedule for us. Although we only did about a week and half of it before one of them got sick, and then the other one got sick…you know how it goes. And then we went to California!
We decided that it would be fun to take the boys to Disneyland, and it so was!! It’s like no matter what issues you have to deal with at Disneyland, it’s always worth the trip. You miss it when you go home. Not even the crowds or the sleepy toddler affect the awesomeness of being at Disney. Piggie of course, being four and not napping anymore, was on cloud nine 24/7. And we met some awesome celebrities in Pig and Dac’s book.
Dacky was giving the other photographer the stink eye. I also got to meet up with my blogging buddy RF Dietz from Dizmommy!
She’s like my soul’s twin. Like, I actually get weird when I think about her, I could get teary-eyed because she’s one of those kinds of people that you know have your back and hope the best for you. Her soul is just GOOD. And it makes me feel good being around her. I love you Rebecca!!!! #seeyouontheyacht #demeyelashestho
I hate crafts. Obviously. You know that amazing article that’s been floating around, What Would My Mom Do, (Drink Tab & Lock Us Outside), yeah, I’m sure she wouldn’t make this crap. We haven’t done a craft since that day and life has been grand.
I’ve really been thinking about this quote a lot. My main focus this month is to relax during the detours of my life, and the down times when not much seems to be happening, and remember that awesome things are always happening for me and around me, and more awesome things are in my future too.
Haunting Mommying Story of the Month
Or, A Perfect Example of Why I Hate to Take My Kids Out.
The boys needed to get out of the house so we walked down to the park, found a shady grassy area and sat down. Of course they wanted their snacks right away just for the novelty of eating food at the park. So I’m feeding them, trying to keep up with their incessant demands: Piggie wants water, take back water, Dacky can’t pull his banana peel down, Piggie wants a banana too, Dacky drops banana and wants water, I start picking off dirt and grass on the banana, Piggie’s still begging for his banana…just the usual mom juggling act.
After the feeding frenzy died down, Piggie remembered that he had found a big stick the last time we were there and started whining that he couldn’t find any this time. I get up, which burns precious Mommy Patience fuel, and take a branch off a tree, pull off all the leaves and twigs and attempt to present the stick to him and convince him of it’s coolness . He says “I don’t WANT a green stick!!!” For the love…I tell him through gritted teeth that all the sticks are gone and to go find something else. They finally run off towards the play ground. Hell yes, time to Facebook!
But no…there is a large teenager walking towards me. Can I help you, I ask. No, he says. He stands there, awkwardly. I stare at him, unable to look at my phone because…big looming teenager standing over me. I obscurely check that boobs and vagina are not showing since I’m wearing shorts and sitting cross-legged on the ground, and my shirts frequently feel stretched to my stomach from Dacky pulling on them all day. He then starts talking to me about random crap, like how he can do any impersonation from any movie he’s ever seen. I realize he’s not “all there” or else just desperate for attention, so I allow him to carry on. He does about 30 horrid impersonations as I sit and watch my kids play in the distance, mourning the loss of my precious alone time that I’d gotten for the first time in the entire day. FML.
My neighbor shows up and I can hear choir angels singing, HAAAALLELUJAH! She sets down some tubes of bubble solution and has to take a phone call with her husband. My kids run over, Impersonation Boy starts back up again, and Piggie completely dumps one tube of bubble solution out on the ground and a few minutes later he dumps the other one all over his face and head. I can’t make this stuff up.
Impersonation Boy is going hard, my friend is talking to her husband, Dacky is taking off his shoes and socks, and Piggie now has drool falling from his mouth from eating the solution…
So yeah, my haunting story of the week had no point besides the fact that this proves to my husband why I hate taking the kids out. Does anyone else go out in public with their children and everything goes smoothly? Do you not feel like you want to kill yourself every time?