Whittaker Woman

Confessions of a mom

Ok I have to admit, I don't scrapbook, I don't want to scrapbook, I don't like to scrapbook. I went there way back when. You know, when it was the craze to spend a ridiculous amount of money on stickers and paper. I've been there and done it and will never do it again. It's no my thing. This is leading somewhere I promise!
Our small group was getting together for a fun night. The guys were playing poker and the girls were either scrapbooking or knitting. Both up my alley (sarcasm!) I wanted to hang out with the people but sitting around watching people make pages was not my number one thing to do on a Friday night. So to say the least I did not have the best attitude. As we were walking out the door it just clicked. Hey wait... I can bring my computer!
Oh it was so fabulous! It was such a great night as I organized posts and worked on my blog! I felt like I fit in! I have a hobby!  Ok time to confess... what's your hobby that you can spend hours doing? H

Confessions of a mom...

I am almost to embarrassed to post this, but then you would miss out on this great laugh. So at my expense I give you this confession of a mom. A BAD MOM, at that.

It was a rough week. Late nights, early mornings. Cranky kids and non-stop schedules. Then it happened, I had a morning with nothing on the schedule. Oh, what a glorious thought!
But of coarse nothing happens the way it is suppose to, and at the lovely hour of 4:30 AM Losiah decided that he was going to wake up. That is the middle of the nights peeps. THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! However I was a good mom. I got up, tucked him back in bed and without hesitation got comfy back in mine. Then, as I lay there suddenly my eyes popped open. I was wide awake...Suck!
So I opened my computer, did some blogging, read some as well and before I knew it I realized it was time to get up and start the day.  I got Sohaila dressed and out the door for school, Losiah was up by this point. We had breakfast and at about 9am he was cranky and ready for a nap. I put him down and crawled back in bed because Mama was ready for a nap too.
Right around this time Seanna wakes up and comes in bed with me. She cuddles and I fall asleep.
I am not the most coherent person when I sleep, so as I was "resting" Seanna was playing princesses  happily in her room. I thought we were fine...
fast forward to bed time...
Seanna was saying her prayers and it went something like this...
"God I just pray for mommy. I pray she can go to bed early so she can wake up and get me breakfast."
Apparently she came in and asked me to get her breakfast and the great mom that I am, I ignored her. And so with her magnificant faith, she  brought it to God.  I busted up laughing. I tried to hold it in and respect her time with God, but I couldn't do it.
How awful is that. Ha it makes me laugh, but really I sound like one of those moms who are  drunks and  don't wake up to feed her children.
So there you go. Confessions of a mom!

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AHHH, I AM A MOM!

   

      

It sounds so obvious doesn't it? You would think that after two natural births, mounds of government adoption paper work and a total of 2,445 days of being a mom I would realize it.
I AM A MOM!
For some reason these past few weeks I have been hit with this reality. See, our roommates do not  have kids. Their free as two love birds in a nest. So with everyday I spend with them, the fact that I am a mom of three is brought to my attention.  They are able to hop in and out of cars when going on errands, while it takes me a minimum of 5 extra minutes to buckle everyone in and out of the car. They get to eat their whole plate of food with out having to share, while I have to shovel my food in before one of the kids decides they want what I have. They are able to sleep in till their body says its time to wake up, while I get to sleep till 6am when the alarm goes off to send my oldest off to school. They only do laundry about once every two to three weeks, I get to do it everyday. The list can go on and on.
This should not come as a surprise, I have been doing it for 6 years. I have always dreamed of being a mom and it is everything I imagined. I love it. But some days it hits me, and today is one of those days,
I AM A MOM.

Daughter?

I had this moment once a few years back when I looked at Sarah and I looked at and thought, Gasp, what if?  Carlos cheated on me with Sarah and is really Sarah's baby.  Then it occured to me that I carried Seanna, therefore she is mine. But for a quick second I thought it. Can you see why. They look identical. said today " I want hair like Ms. Sarah" So we did. H

Confessions of a mom...

I hate parks. OK, hate is a strong word, lets just say if I had a choice I would never go to a park again. Yeah that sounds better.
You see, I struggle with keeping up with three kids, its rough trying to keep an eye on a two year old while the five year old is breaking bones on the monkey bars and the four year old is wandering off in the opposite direction. I admit I am not super mom. I can't bake, I am lousy at doing crafts with my kids and I hate parks. Man my kids need to be in counseling. That is traumatic.  So that's my little confession of being a mom. And I might add that I am a great mom this is just my little not so hidden anymore secret. What's yours?