I QUIT (and you can, too)

The other day, I posted about how I went back to work after having the girls. It’s no secret that I was a proud stay at home mom. After 5 (really, REALLY long) years, I decided to go back to work. A lot of thought went in my choice, and it definitely wasn’t an easy one, but I made it, and it’s okay. And you can make it too if you want, and that’s also okay

I really feel like being a stay at home mom is such a strong, powerful move that so many people look either down on or up to, but there are few people in between. There are a lot of “oh I could never”s and “I could never afford that”s, a few “that’s the lazy way out”s and people looking at you like you have never done actual work in your life. When you make the choice to stay home, you suddenly have to defend your decision and you have something to prove, even if you didn’t WANT it to be that way. Naturally, making the decision to re-enter the workforce afterwards is hard and all, but at the same time, you have this feeling of inadequacy, like “I tried to mom. But couldn’t”.

Well, moms, I’m here to tell you that if you don’t want to stay home anymore, don’t, The kids will be okay, the house will be okay, things will get done. It’s hard, really hard, to manage working outside of the home and in it as well. Getting a job outside of the house doesn’t mean that you never have to bathe the kids or done epic dinner battle over veggies, it means you have to do both. BUT HERES THE CATCH: you don’t mind it as much. Bathe time dinner comes around, you have normally been whined at, fought with, clean up after, and listened to your ears bled for HOURS and well, when dinner comes around and they don’t want to eat broccoli, you either could care less or broccoli-board the kids. When you work outside the house, you miss the little loops ad you are excited to see them, talk about heir day, and can calmly deal with the broccoli battle. It’s great.

So yes, leaving my kids is hard, it sucks a lot of days when I miss them or miss the school things or work late and don’t get to kiss them before they go to seep, I can’t lie. I don’t mind having the money to enjoy my time with them instead of pinching every penny my husband brought home. vi don’t mind having friends and people near by who I can talk to without having to baby talk or get them a drink.

Moms, I just want you all to know that it’s okay to go back. It’s okay to stay home if you are great with it and you love it more than life itself. Not all of us could swing it. I was getting so fed up with everything that the time I was spending with the kids was spent yelling and freaking out because I was SO. OVER. IT. Now I can enjoy them. Yeah, you’re a little more tired, but once you mom, You can handle pretty much anything. After the huge adjustment, you will get into working mom mode and you can decide from there what you want to do.

Just do you, Boo. The rest falls into place. Either way, if you are taking care of yurt babies and you haven’t killed anymore in your spare time, you’re doing alright in my book!

What You Should Know About the Graco Car Seat Recall

First off, you should know that the seats themselves aren’t being recalled for safety malfunction, the belts are. The problem is that the buckles are getting stuck and, in the case of an emergency, kids are getting stuck.

Also, while you aren’t going to get a new car seat out of them, then are going to set you up with some new buckles that will be easier for you to maneuver.

Now, Graco is blaming food and drinks for the malfunction, which seems logical (have you ever seen a kid in a car with food or drinks?!)… but it seems more probable that the buckle feature is a little too secure. Either way, they have some new ones for you.

Check out their recall post here for info on how to snag yourself a new buckle set.

Nina Needs to NO.

I hate, hate, hate the show “Nina needs to Go“. It’s a new show on Disney Junior. Every time I see it, it makes me want to stick that id in a corner for a year for being a brat.

HOW MANY TIMES ARE WE GOING TO GO THROUGH THIS, NINA?

I ask you if you have to go, you say no, then 5 minutes later you interrupt our family outing for the bathroom? I don’t think so.

And thanks for the Super Nana, character, too. Now the kids thing some old lady is going to break I don’t even KNOW how many rules to get them to a bathroom.

Maybe the kid needs to see a urologist.

My Dirty Laundry.

I had a bout of “Idontgiveashititis” that lasted far longer than it should have. Well, this morning, I kinda got my crap together and decided to get some things done. One of those things happened to be laundry (ew.). As I started the massive amount of kid laundry, I realized one thing: I HAVE 4 EFFING LOADS OF KID LAUNDRY TO DO. WTF.

FOURRRR.

I have two tiny kids.

Here’s what I took from that:

  • My kids have entirely too many clothes
  • I’m a lazy POS for amassing 4 loads of kid laundry before actually washing them
  • Doing kid laundry sucks.

Ok, I kinda already knew that last one, but a day full of tiny socks and shirts/pants that needed to be turned inside out (and you KNOW it’s like, impossible to fit an arm in those tiny cloth tubes) really solidified the point.

It took pretty much all day. Hours later, I’ve got all the kids laundry done and I’m 3 loads in on my and hubby’s clothes (that’s another story). Moral of the story here: Stop being a POS and do the effing laundry.

So that was my day.

‘So Now What?’

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Let me tell you something. That’s got to be one of my least favorite questions in the entire world. Most recently, because it’s all Haley has to ask for my head to explode. Generally though, it’s a lame question signaling to me that you can’t figure your own shit out.

Haley won’t just ask for what she wants. Rarely will she just ask for juice or for more or to be excused or anything it’s always “So…. Now what?” And my head explodes.

Dinnertime:
Haley: “Mommy, I’m all done with my dinner….” (at this point, I know she wants to be excused)
Me: “Yeah. I see that. And?”
Haley: “… annnnnd… I’m all done……. So now what?….’
Me, head exploding: “WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT HAPPENS EVERY NIGHT AFTER YOU’RE DONE WITH DINNER?”
Haley: “Oh. Well. I put my plate in the sink and get excused.”
Me, defeated: “WELL IF YOU KN–….. ugh just go do it.”

EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

Like, if you know what should happen, just ask for it.

Lunchtime:
I gave her two chips, one for each hand and then…
Haley: “Mommy? I finished both chips.”
Me: “Yeah? And?”
Haley: “So…. Now what?”
Me: “DO YOU WANT SOMETHING? JUST ASK FOR ITTTT!”
Haley: “Oh. Yeah. Can I have another chip please?”

REALLY?!

I don’t know why, but it’s just one of those things…

This hit way too close to home.

This hit way too close to home.

The title really says it all…

This was hard to read because its pretty much me, exactly. Makes me want to wake my kid up and just apologize for being a douche sometimes.

I think we all forget how much of an impact our ‘hard days’ have on the little ones who look up to us so much.

I know that I need to kind of get over myself a little bit and learn to better direct my stress and feelings about myself, and everything else. It definitely isn’t the kid’s fault.

Give it a read and a chance to sink in.

MomGyver (a tip)

Let me share a story since I’m awake entirely too late.

Yesterday, we were at my dad’s for dinner, a semi-usual thing for a Sunday night. Harper must have sensed an ill packed diaper bag and decided it was a wonderful time to go through a diaper and then have an awful one after that. Now, normally, this isn’t a bog deal. I mean… babies poop, we’ve established this. So anyway. Mike tales her upstairs to change this mess (I really am lucky that he changes diapers, feel free to drool, ladies).

That’s when it happened.

No wipes.

And then…

NO DIAPERS

Oh yeah. The no wipes thing was doable. Toilet paper works alright in a pinch. But no diapers was definitely a big deal. With a little inspiration, I came up with the idea to make a makeshift cloth diaper out of an old burp cloth from when the girls were babies (I actually used cheap, old school, cloth diapers as burp cloths!) and a spare pair of Haley’s (clean) underwear!

These are what I’m talking about. They are great for so many things!

Genius

So there you have it, a quick little tip for if (when) you find yourself in unexpected poo territory and you happen to be out of diapers. Cloth in underwear will (while not ideal by any means) work alright until you can get a real diaper.