Slacker!!

To steal my sister, Kelly's, comment..."I'm a blog slacker." This whole mommy thing has me running in circles and by the end of the night I just don't have the energy. I would use nap time if Grady slept for more than 30-45 mins. I use that time to make it look like I clean my house or most of the time, a much needed sit down/time out. That's my excuse, so don't be a hater.

Anyhow, I have a zillion things going on in my head. As usual, I'm purging my brain in the way of a "list".

* I don't know how people handle more than one kid. I did have the pleasure of watching my friends two girls while she gave birth to her third. I had them for exactly 50 hours straight...no breaks. When Brad walked through the door on the second night I didn't even say hello to him...my first words were "We are not having three children. At this point I don't know if I can handle even two." He, of course, just laughed. I did figure out what was so "hard", or should I say "exhausting". My little friends are very good little girls. They entertain themselves and kept Grady occupied. What was hard was trying to keep them entertained so the whining wasn't overboard...cuz I cannot handle the whining...keeping them fed and happy ...but, oh yeah, I have a nine month old that still takes a bottle and naps. All had different needs and it was difficult to juggle and keep everyone happy.
* I don't think I'm as good as a wife as I need to be or should be. Trying to work on that.
* Grady is almost ready to walk. I'm not ready for my baby to not be a baby anymore.
* "Mommy guilt".
* I have been sucked into watching Real Housewives of New Jersey and Tori and Dean. I'm ashamed to admit it, but now that I'm out with it, I feel better.
* Summer time!!
* Grady's sleeping and eating. Well, Grady in general.
* Father's Day. I was way more emotional about Father's Day than Mother's Day. I would brag about how awesome Brad is, but I don't want anybody to puke (your welcome Mary).

There's more, but now I'm tired. 2 of those I may expand on...depends on how much they continue to eat at me.

My Funny Little Friend

I live about 2 seconds now from one of my best friends, Tracy. I love it. She has two little girls and one on the way. Her youngest daughter is 4 and she cracks me up!! I call her Boss Lady...simply cuz she bosses me around. When I first moved back she was a little shy...not so much anymore. I've decided that I'm gonna write down a few of our conversations so I can remember them in the future (I'm convinced I have early onset dementia...I'm forgetting everything. My short term memory is completely shot!). So, introducing my Boss Lady....

Boss Lady, her mom and sister were leaving my house and Grady and I were walking them to the car. She's walking ahead of me and says "Your house is still messy even though I helped you clean Grady's room."

Me: Laughing. "I know, but we are still moving in."

Boss Lady gives me the "you're full of crap" stare. Her Mom says "that's really rude!"

Boss Lady: "Well, Mom it is! You didn't see her bedroom!"

On another occasion I stayed in the car with Boss Lady and Grady (he was sleeping) while Tracy ran into a store real quick. I'm talking to Boss Lady and she says to me "you might want to be quiet. Grady's sleeping and you'll wake him up." I laugh and ask her if I talk too much. She gave the "umm....YES!" look. I, of course, continue to talk to her. I ask "So when your Mommy and Daddy are at the hospital when precious is born what are you and big sister going to do?"

Boss Lady: "I don't know."

Me: "Do you think you'll go to Grandma's house?"

"Yes, we'll probably go to my Grandma that lives in the area, not the one that lives up there." She points up.

"You mean Utah?"

"Yeah. Utah. Not to that Grandma's, the one that lives in the area."

"Well, you guys can come to my house if you want."

"I have other friends I can go to."

She told me!! Sounds like she'll be very disappointed if she ends up at my house. Boss Lady acutally does like me. She asks her Mom every day if she can come to my house....to see Grady, but nonetheless I'm there and she has to deal with me. Whenever her Mom and I hang out she gives me a hug hello and goodbye. She doesn't hug if she doesn't like you....trust me!! Hangin out with Boss Lady makes me miss my NeeNee. Who woulda guessed that these little ones would be so entertaining!!

Way Too Serious

My blog has been way too serious for way too long. When I started this blog about 3 years ago it was a mix of serious (not too often) but mostly things that I think are funny. I have no new funny stories to divulge... sad but true. However.... (this is the time that you need to no longer read my post because I am going to get crude. I will more than likely cross the line and you won't think I'm funny....but I think I'm funny and that's all that matters) ......

However, a few weeks ago I got my bikini line waxed. Yes, you read that right......I get waxed. Always have. Too much info? Too bad. You chose to continue to read. Its gonna get worse...so go away if you're disgusted. Anyhow.... now that we have moved I had to find a new esthetician...a good one is hard to find.. just so ya know. Anyhow, as she's waxing away I choose to make conversation to try to take my mind off of what is going on...and the momentary pain. We were discussing age spots. She was telling me remedies she has tried to no avail. Towards the end of the conversation she asked me my age, I tell her. She then acts shocked and says I look more like 27. Love her. Then she asks if I have children. I say yes a 7 month old baby boy. She then asks me if I'm still breast feeding and points to my boobs. Funny. I immediately think is she asking me that because my boobs look like breast feeding boobs? What an odd question to ask someone. I don't know why I find that funny, but I do. On my way out to my car I start laughing to myself remembering this post I wrote a few years ago. If I were to tell you that I got a little more than I bargained for on this bikini wax you'll understand why I was thinking of that ancient post.

Why Can't We All Just Get Along???

Sometimes I don't understand us crazy women. You would think that we are all grown ups...so why can't we just play nice. I have 4 sisters, 3 amazing sister in laws and a gazillion girlfriends who I 100% absolutely ADORE!! Basically, what I'm saying is.....I know chicks. I know we're all crazy. And, if you don't think you are...YOU ARE!! It's a good crazy, don't get me wrong. Today I was thinking that next month will be my very first Mother's Day. I know I didn't come across motherhood in the conventional way, but none the less, I am a Mother. What I don't understand and the reason for this post is.....why are there women out there that think just because you can get pregnant, that is the ONLY way for a woman to be a mother? I'm sure I don't need to remind everyone how I feel about this idiotic way of thinking. So, instead of going on one of my crazy tangents again....why can't us crazy women just get along? Why do we feel the need to continue to judge one another? We all know how difficult it is to be a mother....why does is matter how one came across motherhood...whether it was adoption, being a step mother, a foster mother etc etc.? Why do we have to beat each other up and tear each other down? Why can't we stop and think before we speak? Why can't we be more sensitive to one another's situations? I am just as guilty as everyone else on the judging, the "no filter on my mouth" sydrome, insensitivity etc. etc. I guess all of my mindless rambling comes down to this question: Why does it matter HOW you became a Mother? Seriously, does it really matter? In the long scheme of things, does it matter?