Before I was a Mom

My mom sent this to me this morning. Man does it ring true. I love those boys of mine like I never knew possible, like I will never love another living soul. You know I must have led a pretty boring life before them, lol. They sure keep me on my toes. I think the author of that left a few out though, like how embarassed you can be over hearing the work "fucker" come out of their mouth, or how it feels to be sent a note from the teacher b/c your son stole a bracelet on the shcool field trip. How about the fear you have the moment you realize you took your eyes off your child for one second and when you turn around they are gone. The feeling of being stuck in traffic trying to get across town to daycare when your child is sick. Having to watch SpongeBob and finding yourself actually enjoying it. Shopping for Santa presents. Planning the best birthday parties. Oh the joys of motherhood. Some days I want to run away from it all, but I know I'd have to take those guys with me, they are my life.

Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted
and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair everyday. Before I was a MomI cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a MomI had never been puked on. Pooped on. Spit on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests. Or give shots.I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a MomI didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

OMG, Minivan Soccer Mom Hair

Well I finally quit complaining about my hair and it's lack of body and style, so I went and got it cut. I like it, it's easy, it's stylish, but I look like a minivan driving soccer mom. I know I am, but still, now I look like one. I look about 35 instead of 28 - which is hard conisdering the fact I'm actually dreading my big 3-0. Oh well, it's hair, who cares. At least I can wear my new shirt which read's "I'm too sexy for my minivan" !

Only 6 More Days

and i'll be on my way to Kentucky. Ahhhhhhh SPA, ahhhhhhhhh no kids, ahhhhhhhhhh no husband, ahhhhhhhh no house to clean, you get the picture.....

this next week cannot go by fast enough for me....

This could only happen to me....

We had a wonderful time at Calloway, everything was so nice.

We arrived, and just lazed around a bit. Our room was a suite, which was a nice surprise. After a few relaxed hours we got ready for dinner, Chris loved my dress, said "your boobs are hanging out". We hopped on the shuttle and headed over for dinner. But of course, being me, I have a story. Dinner was really nice, everything was scrumptious, 5 courses, perfectly timed. The band was nice, of course we only danced once, to Unchained Melody, but hey at least he danced one song, right? While we were at dinner and I had gone to the restroom for the bazillionth time. Pull up my undies and my hose, do a dress check to make sure nothing's tucked in the wrong place. As I do this, my watch clasp pops open and my watch comes off. Where does it land? THE TOILET!!! And so I go to reach for it, despite the fact my pee is in there, and as I reach for it, the freakin' automatic flusher flushes my watch right down the drain. I now HATE those convenient auto-flush potties. So we head to the desk and they call out the engineers to take a look. They close down the bathroom, take the toilet up and try to find my watch...........no luck. It was funny, I mean we had to laugh because what else could we do, 10 years down the toilet just like that. ~*~snap~*~ Ahhh so is the story of my life, lol. Then we headed back to the room and passed out. Sunday morning woke up, then checked out, grabbed some bfast, and headed home to reality. It was a great experience and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Puke Fest 2006

Today is day 2 at home with a sick child. Jacob has an ear infection which I wouldn't have known about except he has a STOMACH VIRUS that I took him to the doc for. The kid slept 23.75 out of the last 24 hours, has had maybe two ounces to drink, of which he's yet to keep down.
He woke up this morning seems to have a little color back and I've given him a few ounces of gatorade, if he keeps that down in an hour or so I'll give him his first dose of his antibotics for his ear.
URGH I hate this part of being a mommy, I can't stand to see them sick.
Yesterday I had to buy a new carseat to get Jacob home, he'd puked in his and Zach's. I was planning to buy J a new booster and move Zach into J's 5 pt booster b/c Z lacks 1/2 a lb of being too big for his current seat.....just wasn't planning to do it yesterday.
I have done about 8 loads of just puke laundry, plus my usual, plus all the stuff Chris put to wash when he cleaned out his closet this weekend. I suppose I should just be greatful I've had the "spare" time to do it all.
I have cleaned my carpet in my van 3 times, my couch twice, and the area rug so many I've lost count. Never fails, he misses the trash can sitting right in front of him every time.
Ok no real point to this blog other than to vent.

Where's my Calgon????

Am I the Only Person....

that will NOT be watching the super bowl and would rather poke my eyes out with spoons then sit through it?