Wordless Wednesday - Mommy's Flowers

I Feel Like I'm Barely Hanging On

I've always thought of things this way. I stay at home all day. My hubby works 9-10 hour days. I wasn't going to ask for help with the housework. I could do it all. Then I got pregnant with Carter and was so sick I thought I was going to die. My hubby was amazing. He cooked dinner, did the dishes, made sure the boys were bathed, and helped Monte with his homework. I think survival mode kicked in. Then when I was 4 months along the migraines and puking ended and things pretty much went back to normal. (of course he does all the manly stuff like yard work and taking out the trash)

I've never minded. Like I said, I can do it all. Well, I'm beginning to re-think this. We are a family of 5. I am 1 person. Everyone needs to start pulling their own weight. The boys have the usual pick up your things and put them away. (or throw it all in the doorway of your room if your Hunter) They also empty the garbage cans around the house and take the recycle out to the garage. I'm thinking they should do more? I don't want them to be little slaves though either.

Yesterday when hubby came home from work he went to get a water bottle out of the fridge. There weren't any. So I say, sorta snippy, apparently I'm the only one who knows how to re-fill a water bottle. (everyone likes to drink out of a water bottle so I refill them with the filtered water out of the fridge) Hubby says that would be a great chore for the boys to do every night. And you know what, he's right.

I don't know why I feel guilty when I start to fall behind. I can't just let a mess be a mess. I can't relax and play with Carter when there are dishes in the sink, and stuff laying all over the house. But lately I'm just feeling so overwhelmed. And it's more than housework. There is a lot going on right now. I'm stressed, which isn't like me either. I'm exhausted when I go to bed, yet toss and turn all night. I can't seem to get my act together. I can't get out of this funk. I'm afraid I'm taking it out on everyone.

Start Fresh

After a long week, and was this one ever LONG, I love Friday nights. There is something about a long school/work week that just tires everyone out. They all go to bed early, and without any lunches to make, or backpacks to get ready, I can just relax. I don't even care about the dishes right now, and boy does that not sound like me.

I've been in a "mood" lately. A funk if you want to call it that. I know I haven't been fun or easy to live with, but I'm trying to get over it. And tomorrow is a new day. A busy one, but new all the same. And praise God for that.

Today I Just Need To Laugh

And if you'd been in my house the past week you'd understand why. A friend sent this e-mail to me last night and it made me laugh. Something I haven't done much lately.

Gonna Be A Bear

In this life I'm a woman. In my next life I'd like to come back as a bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for 6 months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If your a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup, gonna be a bear.

Saturday Soccer, Sickness, and Sunshine

The thing about having a baby once your other children are older, is that baby goes with you everywhere. And when baby is sick, and his brother has a soccer game, and daddy has to work, baby must go along. Sick baby, out in the cold wind on a soccer field, makes for a very unhappy morning.

But he is sleeping now, and I'm praying this fever goes away soon. I have to admit though that all the snuggles and nursing that has been going on isn't really all that bad! His brothers are out enjoying the sun that has now decided to come out. I think I'll go make dinner for later, or do some laundry, my favorite! Or maybe sit outside and watch the 2 other ones just be boys.

It's All About The Bugs

The thing about bee stings is that after they stop hurting, they itch. BAD. And for awhile too. I haven't been stung since I was like 6 years old, so I guess I forgot this. And no, I didn't get stung Saturday, but I did on Labor Day. Saturday they were just swarming my coffee and Carter's banana. One even landed on his cheek. So I chucked my coffee and the banana, and he ate Cheerios. Much less tasty for the bees.

And what is this bug? I found it on the pool when the boys were at school. And Hunter being the animal/bug lover that he is I caught it for him. Even you non-bug lovers out there have to admit he is a cutie!

I'm Honored

In The Fast Lane has given me my very first blogging award. The Nice Matters Award. Thank You! She is someone who I have just recently "met", and have come to enjoy her blog. We also found we have something in common.....

Now I am supposed to pass the award on to two more bloggers.

Jennifer from My 3 Sons...And A Little China Girl. I have just recently "met" her too, and she also has 3 boys. I think if they were to meet my boys they would all be the best of friends. Playing baseball and football, and going hunting.

And Sheryl from Peanut Butter And Jelly Boats. I have had the pleasure of meeting her in person, and she is just one of the kindest people you will ever meet. Not to mention that she is pregnant with her 4th baby and is still taking the time to visit and comment on everyone's blogs.

Note To Self....

If you do not want to get stung by a bee twice in one week, DO NOT bring your coffee, or a banana for the baby to eat, to a bee-infested soccer field on Saturday mornings.

Also, Steph is having another contest. I'd love to win a Rockin' Baby Sling.

They Are All So Different

Wednesday was back to school night at the boys school. I had already met their teachers, but I was really looking forward to going. The boys couldn't wait to show off their classrooms, their desks, and the cool things they had made for us parents.

Monte is my quiet one. A people pleaser. He would give up his favorite toy if he thought it would make you happy. He's more laid back, more go with the flow. He always hangs back a bit in a crowd, and said hello to his teacher once he told Monte hello.

Hunter on the other hand walks into the room as if he owns it. Hello Mrs. Teacher, he announced as we walked in. Hello Mr. Principle as we walked into the cafeteria for refreshments. He is bold, he is confident. He knows who he is, and doesn't care what others think.

I've always loved the differences between them. And even now in Carter I can see how he is like them in some ways, but in others I'm treading on a whole new territory.

The Tooth Fairy Is Coming Tonight

I'm SO Tired

Me and blogger have been fighting. I don't really know what it's problem is, but if this post goes all wacky, I'm quiting.

After a very busy, very fun Labor Day weekend, full of BBQ's, museums, trains, and the beach, I'm still playing catch up. The laundry had babies, and the dishes just won't go away. To top it off the cupboards were bare, so me and Carter went yesterday morning to run errands. I returned home to find a HUGE hole in my front yard and no phone. Again. The water company dug to tie in the new houses across the street and cut the phone line. Gotta love new construction.

And here is a random fact about me. I LOVE to do laundry. Weird, I know. But I really do enjoy it. And unless I'm on "vacation" I do laundry every day. I can't stand for it to pile up. Just don't use any of my bathrooms this week....