Why can’t we be friends?? When I first started to blog, I had a few select writing/blogging friends from having written articles on Hubpages, but never realized just how wonderful and friendly the blogging community is. However, I somehow got brave and began joining blog hops and networking to slowly make friends. It was somewhere around this time that I stumbled onto Minivan Momma’s blog and it was truly love at first sight. She is one of the most fun reads and truly so very refreshing. She is a momma, who tells it like it is and I consider myself to be so very similar. I even have read her book in one night and must tell you it is, honest to god, a must read.
Even though we are from different parts of the country, she is from Oklahoma and I am from New York, we still have some common ground. It is her sarcastic humor that I can truly relate to, because most that know me know I have a sarcastic streak the size of the state of Texas even though I am a damn Yankee!!
But I am sure you would like to know about my blog, which was born with the notion as a true sounding board for all the insanity in my daily life of being a mom and wife, too. See I am the mother of two little girls, who are 16 months apart. Yes, I know they are considered Irish Twins, but then again I referred to them as this in one of my early article and an extended family member actually corrected me on Facebook by telling me they were only indeed Irish Twins if they are born in the same calendar year. So I stood corrected, but my actual response was quite simple in that what kind of lunatic has two kids born the same year if they aren’t in fact real twins or not Tori Spelling!!
I will ask this though (and actually asked this person this one as well), have you ever had two little girls 16 months apart, who are obsessed with Cinderella and Disney Princesses to take care of all day long?? If you have then you may know where I am going with this, but if not hang on to your seat, because it is a bumpy ride how we got to this point indeed. The old saying walk a mile in someone’s shoes can totally apply here.
A little about me and my pre-mommy days, I was a teacher, who lost her teaching position due to our lovely economy or the lack thereof during my second pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, I love being home with my kids, but after the 19th Nervous Breakdown of the day (and believe me folks) that is being generous it gets old. But back to crazy, because I do believe it is the word of the day over and over in our house.
I truly love my girls, please don’t get me wrong, but I would be lying to you if I said it wasn’t like taking a trip to the funny farm many days. From the beginning of motherhood for me, my first daughter had colic and have even written about this on more than one occasion. For the first few months of her life, if I slept more than two hours at a time at night it was a lot. The true meaning of insanity takes a whole new meaning when you are barely sleeping, trust me, because I still am not sure how I survived those months. I think it was the fact that I was truly so in love with my baby that I somehow just managed.
However, just as my life was somehow becoming slightly less chaotic, I found out I was pregnant again with our second daughter when my older wasn’t even 8 months old. Yes, I even knew when she was conceived, because I could count on one hand after that pregnancy how many times my hubby and I actually had a quiet moment to even consider doing this. But lo and behold, I was indeed pregnant again. Sorry if this is too much to some, but it was the reality of the situation
Nine months went by with having had some complications in my second trimester and thankfully bed rest and taking it easy helped bring me to term, where I had her at 39 weeks of pregnancy. Thank god she was a quiet baby that actually didn’t have colic. I wasn’t used to this by any means and when she would squeak for a bottle, I swear I am not even sure how I heard her, because she really was so the opposite of my first that could have woken the dead with her blood curdling screams at night as a newborn.
But then the toddlers years hit and my first daughter was quiet and shy. She barely gave us an issue, because all of a sudden the loud fussy baby was no longer there replaced by a very calm toddler. Enter toddler stages for number two, the quiet baby has turned into the loudest toddler walking on two feet. I am not kidding when I say, she screams and throws tantrums better than Ms. Joan Crawford.
I am amazed at how she can turn on a dime and the slightest thing can set her off. This morning, it was that she had to take off her underwear that she wore to bed to have them washed. She was ticked off, because she didn’t want to have Daisy get washed (yes, she is obsessed just slightly with The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse). They are just underwear, but you would have thought I was taking her best friend away from her.
And this gang was just the first of many battles with her on a very long day. Remember it was morning and only 9 am. I am honestly too tired to recount each meltdown, but suffice it to say the hits many days like today do just keep on coming. Yet, this feisty little lady is too damn cute and adorable for words. She can make me smile and laugh like nobody’s business and so too can her older sister.
So even though, my house is nuttier than a batch of almond cookies,my kids are still mine and I love them with all my heart. And if you read my blog or new to it, you will quickly see that as sarcastic as I am about my kids and even my husband, just how much I do adore them and my life.
Thank you Minivan Momma for letting me take over your blog for the day and am so very happy that we are indeed friends!!
