Weekends

Do moms ever really get a day off? 

This last weekend the littles were at their dads, I was looking forward to staying up late with friends then sleeping in the next morning. HA I spent the entire weekend cleaning the house, picking up toys and preparing for the week ahead. One rule I do have is to take a couple hours on these weekends for myself, which meant a long shower with lots of singing and loud music and date night with my someone special. When I did get my kids home on Sunday afternoon it was a long day, the kids were grumpy, tired and are now getting sick. Does anyone else have this issue I swear every time the kids get home from dads it’s a hassle getting kids back into their normal routine. If for some reason I don’t get the kids until late on Sunday then we are really in for a long night everything about their routine is thrown out off balance and it takes days to get them back. We have always had open communication when it comes to the kids and he claims he keeps them on schedule but it never fails when they get home we have to readjust.

Whispering

My kids and I have recently moved into our own place, this has been a very big adjustment for us. They went from a stressful environment to Grandmas house which as you all know mean very few restrictions because Grandma and Grandpa hardly ever say “No”. This also means this is the first time I’ve ever really been alone with my kids all the time, usually we had Dad or the Grandparents there to help out when the kids got overly fussy and or tired. I have always been a big believer in time out, we call it chill out in my house. Over the last week I have found that since I’m being pulled in multiple directions between kids housework and career I haven’t had the patience to use the chill out method even though in reality I could probably use a few minutes chilling out. I was faced with my reality when I was making dinner one night. I had put on a cartoon set the kids up at the table with some crayons and a coloring book, about 15 minutes into this the kids got bored and Bug got up from the table and started playing her very most favorite game “Ice” which is putting socks on her hands and feet and sliding across the kitchen floor.  Boo who isn’t quite big enough to get down from the table alone starting whining because his sister was playing and he wasn’t. I got him down and they started playing Ice together well our kitchen isn’t very big and before you know it they are running into each other and me and the cupboards and Boo is starting to cry because Bug is pushing him. I lost my cool and yelled “Get out of my kitchen right now!” They both looked at me with hurt eyes and sulked off to terrorize another room of the house. After they left I started to feel bad so I went and gave each of them a hug and apologized for yelling. I explained that I was making dinner and If they wanted to help they could otherwise they needed to play in the living room and we could play after dinner. It was at that moment I realized I really had let my parenting slide over the last few months while I was dealing with my own issues. I have decided to try a whispering method, when I find myself getting ready to scream at the kids I take 10 seconds and a deep breath then I kneel down next to them and whisper. This method has proved effective so far I have still yelled a couple times but we are working through it. I have found that this when i yell the kids tune me out but when I whisper it gets there attention and they know I'm serious.

Our Life

Being a parent is one of the toughest and most rewarding jobs I have ever had, I always wanted to be a stay at home mom and still would love the opportunity to get to stay at home with my children however being a recently single mother I was starting to feel overwhelmed and decided the best way to cope was to share my experiences with everyone else...
A little bit about me and my family.
I am in my mid 20's I was raised in a divorced family and was blessed to have wonderful parents who are still a huge part of my life. I have a wonderful family all around who have been a great support system and my kids are lucky to be surrounded by such a wonderful family. I got married when I was young and we were married for a few years before things fell apart, throughout everything that has happened I have tried to stay positive and I refuse to let anyone say anything negative about my kids father around my kids. He is still a big part of my children's lives and I don't want them getting a bad impression because of someone's opinion.
I was blessed with a wonderful little bug, she was born about 4 weeks early and has been a fighter from day one, to my great frustration this is something she has never grown out of. She is now almost 4 and is by far the most stubborn hard headed little girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. She does have such a kind heart and she makes friends with everyone she meets, she is always happy, joking and talking everyone's ear off. 
About 18 months after Bug was born I was blessed with my Boo, he has always been such a sweet loveable little boy. Hes now 2 and he is still so sweet and caring, always trying to make his sister happy.
My bug is the one who comes up with all the crazy ideas she just insists that her brother be the one to try out her crazy ideas which today have involved frog jumping from bar stool to bar stool.. jumping off the bed.. running across the floor in socks and sliding into the door or kitchen table depending on which way they are headed. Boo is also the one who is required to lift her up to reach something they aren't supposed to have that is out of reach and when Bug decides she needs someone to push her around in a laundry basket Boo is always up for the task.