Author: Melissa

And how is your week going, Girlymama?

Seriously, ya'll. This whole school thing is enough to make me consider homeschooling. It is CRAZY trying to get two kids to two different schools.
Not to mention picking them up. In different places. AT THE SAME TIME. Yup! Ellie has to be picked up at kindergarten at 11:45. And Grace has to be picked up at preschool at 11:45. Tomorrow we will test it out, since its Grace's first day. So what do I schedule? A play date for Ellie! Of course! THAT will help things go smoother! (I need to have my head examined.)
Anyway, I feel like our whole day is centered around school. Getting them ready for school, getting them to school, getting them home, getting their work done, getting them packed up for school, getting them to bed on time so they can get up for school…. I'm exhausted. And Grace hasn't even started yet! Neither has ballet! And soccer!

And this is only kindergarten. I have a sneaking suspicion it is only going to get busier….

I really should know better than to drink more than two of anything ending in "-tini"

That would be my life. Speeding past.

Today is my birthday.

I’m 30. Thirty! Thir. Ty. THIRTY.

When did that happen? I just graduated from high school like three weeks ago.

I think I need to sit down…

and drink a margarita!! 😉

Guess who fell off the bed again?

Seriously – go ahead and nominate me for parent of the year, since I am totally a front runner at this point.

Sheesh.

This baby cannot stay still for longer than .4 seconds. I left him in between his sisters on the bed while they were watching Dora.
I know!! I know! It was terrible of me to even think that I could take advantage of the opportunity to pee alone.
Anyway, somehow he fell off. While his sisters just watched, I guess. He’s fine, low Ikea bed, onto carpet, blahblahblah. You’ve heard it all before.

I’m going to go take a nap. And hopefully not have any nightmares about the injuries he’ll get when he actually starts crawling.

My Husband is so proud of me.

In one week, I said "No" to four things. Four!! I!!! Said "No!"

This is a big deal.

Does anyone else have this problem? Not being able to say no? Its like I can’t help myself. Need a volunteer? I can do it! Need childcare? No problem – drop them off anytime. Can I make you a meal? Lead a Bible Study? Host a baby shower? Girl Scout troop leader? Sure!!!

It gets a bit nuts around here.

I like to help people. Which is good. But then I end up in over my head and over-committed. And stressed out. And my family suffers, who are technically supposed to be my primary responsibility, what with the three kids and all. Which is bad.

So I decided to cut back this year and do so much stuff. I stepped down from leading Bible Study in May. No more leading anything. I not on any committees anymore. No more volunteering for things.  I will just take care of my family. And with a new baby, two older kids and a husband who will be traveling a lot, that is hardly being lazy.

Its hard, though. Today I filled out the form to volunteer to be a room mom. Then I looked at it and realized I really couldn’t do it. So I’m not turning it in. Next year. Next year I can do it. But this year, I need to stick with this. I need to keep saying no.

Husband were talking about Grace last night. She poked her head in the room and said, "Stop talking about me!"

If she only knew how much of her life is talked about 😉

camping + 2 adults + 3 children x 3 days + rain + mud = loads and LOADS of laundry

Note to self – Camping is not a ‘cheap’ getaway when you camp 10 minutes from a Pottery Barn outlet. And a Pottery Barn Kids outlet. Having sidewalk sales.
I can’t tell you what I bought, since it was mostly Christmas gifts for people who read this blog. So don’t ask.

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Why is it when you are sick your kids are especially needy and annoying? I’m dying here. I have a, um… reast-bay infection-hay which, well, sucks. All I’m doing is laying around and nursing and drinking lots of water. Well, and doing loads of laundry, taking care of kids and holding a screaming baby who refuses to be put down. Which is not comfortable when your whole front hurts.
What time is it? When is husband coming home?

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And while I’m complaining, how can the teeniest-tiniest part of a car be so expensive? Husband’s windshield wipers broke and need a new motor. Seriously. It costs HOW much to fix just the stupid windshield wipers?!?!? What are we going to do when the whole CAR breaks down?