It's nearing the closing of another night. I can't say anything special has occurred. I was completely lazy today. Or rather that's how it seems. Personally I FELT like I kept up with my persona.
The twins--whom shall be called Kermit & Moose--did their usual stuff. One would fuss while the other slept. They could not seem to both sleep at the same time. However, they did manage to communicate and fuss together.
I love when Moose starts screaming and you set him in Lamb. He rubs his face all over it and then jumps when you start the vibrations. Then again, if I suddenly had something vibrating under my ass I think I'd go flying too.
Kermit likes to babble when you try rocking him. But goes silent when he's sitting in Boink.
I wonder why they don't get excited about that vibration. While I'd probably freak out at the sudden outset of it, I wouldn't mind the feeling in the end. Must be relaxing. Like your own personal massage without ever leaving home.
Kermit tried kicking his diaper onto his sister Miss Sunshine. She didn't like that one.
I wonder if I should mention Kermit & Moose are 2 months old?
Tried out a new breastfeeding position with Kermit tonight. I wanted to see if I could be even more lazy. So we layed in the bed. He did rather well the first go. I think that position helped to empty the breast even more.
Kermit did not like swapping sides. Wonder if it had something to do with the way I smell?
Miss Sunshine...I don't remember much of her today. I think she spent most of her time in K & M's room watching cartoons. I did lay upon her "bed" and watch her play her "DS".
You should probably know her DS isn't really that. Truth be told, it's just a Game Boy Advanced. Tadpole has a DS. That's where she picks it up from. Whatever. She stays happy with it.
Oh that's right, we lounged on the couch. Today was a Law & Order: SVU marathon.
Did I mention Tadpole is our 7 year old daughter? Or that Miss Sunshine is 3 years old?
I managed to put the cradle into the living room.
I still don't understand that one. Why is it called a living room? Are the rooms in the home called dead room? I suppose if you have teenagers that's what you could call their bedrooms. I don't think I want to speculate on that too much.
So yeah, moved the cradle. Picked up enough toys to realize we have carpet...and it's green. Not a pretty shade, but it's there.
Oh! Washed more clothes. I swear if someone says they have nothing clean I'm going to beat them over the head with a shovel. So...if you hear on the news of some children being beaten with a shovel by a mad woman---it was most likely me.
Dinner was...food. Made chili. Didn't like it. Stuffed myself with cookies instead.
Stud is staying home from work tomorrow. I'm thinking I will force him into the role of Super Dad.
By the way, Stud is my husband.
Super Dad. I can't even bring up a giggle over that one. It's such a sad thought it's not possible to laugh.
Super Dad...do they really exist?
Signed,
Super Mom
January 5, 2010
New Meat on the Menu Tonight
You hear the meowing. There's a cat stuck under your home. You tell yourself, you'll just help get it out. No way do you need another pet. And you stick to your guns. Until you see it's just a kitten and it's so cute looking.
So, in comes another cat. At first, she uses your floor as a litter box. You get pissed, but just keep moving on. After all, she was an outdoor kitten. After a couple days she finally figures it out. From time to time you notice her squating against the wall. A quick move towards her and she runs for the litter box.
Over time, she's using the floor more and more. It's cold outside, so you hesitate to throw her out. Until finally, she makes the wrong move...
You've recently gone grocery shopping. It's late in the evening, and you don't have the energy to put them all away. So, you leave a few bags of non perishable food on the floor. No big deal, they won't go bad, and you'll probably use it all soon.
The babies need a new can of formula opened. Little buggers, they eat a lot. You reach down for the bags and immediately drop them. Something wet is all over it is wet. Upon further inspection, you notice it's urine. That stupid little fur ball you thought was so cute used your bags of groceries as a litter box. That's the last straw. You search the house until you find her. Pick her up and toss her out into the cold snow. Let her freeze out there. You don't care anymore.
Now you're left with the tough decision. Do you keep the cans of formula? Only a couple are wet. A few just have a faint smell, and the others are just fine. Do you risk feeding your baby formula laced with cat urine? How can you be sure any of it did or did not make it through the can?
Most people may find this an easy decision. The obvious solution would be to just toss it all. It's not that easy when you have twins both eating every 4 hours. For just one of those cans, it cost you $15. There were 8 cans in those bags. That's $125 worth of precious baby nutrients.
Do I really want to throw it all away? Maybe if I just throw out the cans that are for sure wet. Things will be fine. The cans are durable. They're meant to keep light moisture. But cat urine? Is it really worth it?
Signed,
Super Mom
So, in comes another cat. At first, she uses your floor as a litter box. You get pissed, but just keep moving on. After all, she was an outdoor kitten. After a couple days she finally figures it out. From time to time you notice her squating against the wall. A quick move towards her and she runs for the litter box.
Over time, she's using the floor more and more. It's cold outside, so you hesitate to throw her out. Until finally, she makes the wrong move...
You've recently gone grocery shopping. It's late in the evening, and you don't have the energy to put them all away. So, you leave a few bags of non perishable food on the floor. No big deal, they won't go bad, and you'll probably use it all soon.
The babies need a new can of formula opened. Little buggers, they eat a lot. You reach down for the bags and immediately drop them. Something wet is all over it is wet. Upon further inspection, you notice it's urine. That stupid little fur ball you thought was so cute used your bags of groceries as a litter box. That's the last straw. You search the house until you find her. Pick her up and toss her out into the cold snow. Let her freeze out there. You don't care anymore.
Now you're left with the tough decision. Do you keep the cans of formula? Only a couple are wet. A few just have a faint smell, and the others are just fine. Do you risk feeding your baby formula laced with cat urine? How can you be sure any of it did or did not make it through the can?
Most people may find this an easy decision. The obvious solution would be to just toss it all. It's not that easy when you have twins both eating every 4 hours. For just one of those cans, it cost you $15. There were 8 cans in those bags. That's $125 worth of precious baby nutrients.
Do I really want to throw it all away? Maybe if I just throw out the cans that are for sure wet. Things will be fine. The cans are durable. They're meant to keep light moisture. But cat urine? Is it really worth it?
Signed,
Super Mom
Let's Get Started
What can I say? What will I share?
It's simple. I'm a mom. On the outside, I am super mom. I have a never ending supply of strength. I am never tired. My energy never wears down. I am never sick. Illness never touches this body. I am the cure for boo-boos...A simple kiss on the hand and all their pain is gone. A little song and all their tears vanish.
I am super Mom...on the outside.
The truth is, Super Mom does not exist. She's just a face I must plaster on each morning. The truth is, I am not as strong as they think. I find myself running. My energy is nearly gone, I can barely keep my eyes open. Illness...my body knows it all too well. Every day is a struggle with pain. Everyday I must force myself out of bed and pretend everything is fine. I save all my curing kisses for the ones who need me most. There is no song to wash away my tears.
To say that I am happily married would be a lie. That's not say I'm not happy to be married. I love my husband. I really do. But some days, I feel more like his mom then his wife. I suppose that's normal. I suppose every marriage has those moments. Most days I feel like a single mom. Juggling the kids and household chores. making sure veryone has warm food in their bellies and clean clothes on their bodies. All the while, I must leave my needs behind.
My need to eat must be put on hold. The little one needs a snack. The laundry needs washed. The toys need picked up. My need for sleep must be ignored. The dishes need to be washed. The kids need to be bathed.
It never ends.
This is the secret life of a mom. The truth of how I see things. The place where all my guards are let down. The place I will tell you my secrets. I will share what I felt that day. Expose what I really wanted to get out. Expose what I want, I need.
Signed,
Super Mom
It's simple. I'm a mom. On the outside, I am super mom. I have a never ending supply of strength. I am never tired. My energy never wears down. I am never sick. Illness never touches this body. I am the cure for boo-boos...A simple kiss on the hand and all their pain is gone. A little song and all their tears vanish.
I am super Mom...on the outside.
The truth is, Super Mom does not exist. She's just a face I must plaster on each morning. The truth is, I am not as strong as they think. I find myself running. My energy is nearly gone, I can barely keep my eyes open. Illness...my body knows it all too well. Every day is a struggle with pain. Everyday I must force myself out of bed and pretend everything is fine. I save all my curing kisses for the ones who need me most. There is no song to wash away my tears.
To say that I am happily married would be a lie. That's not say I'm not happy to be married. I love my husband. I really do. But some days, I feel more like his mom then his wife. I suppose that's normal. I suppose every marriage has those moments. Most days I feel like a single mom. Juggling the kids and household chores. making sure veryone has warm food in their bellies and clean clothes on their bodies. All the while, I must leave my needs behind.
My need to eat must be put on hold. The little one needs a snack. The laundry needs washed. The toys need picked up. My need for sleep must be ignored. The dishes need to be washed. The kids need to be bathed.
It never ends.
This is the secret life of a mom. The truth of how I see things. The place where all my guards are let down. The place I will tell you my secrets. I will share what I felt that day. Expose what I really wanted to get out. Expose what I want, I need.
Signed,
Super Mom
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