Tuesday, December 01, 2015

...I'm Obivously Superwoman...

When I say I'm Superwoman I'm referring to what my kids think I am.
I mean most days I probably am. 
But I'm sure I have more days when I'm not.
I can handle a lot of things...I think...
But some things I just can't.
But I'm definitely one of those people that keep things inside...
I thought everyone was like that but apparently I'm pretty good at it.

I've always been able to hold my own...
More like keep it together I should say.
But these last few years have been a challenge.
I've had my breaking points more often than not.
My kids keep me on my toes but at the same time test me daily.
I know they're my biggest blessings but I sometimes think 
the Lord doesn't realize how much I can actually handle.
But at the end of the day I realize that this is my purpose in life.
If there's anything I'm good it it's being a dayum good mother.
Yes I'm patting myself on the back...judge me.
But ask me on a bad day and I'd probably say otherwise.

I've had two babies in less than 12 months. 
Yup, I'm that girl.
I would always make fun of my friends or cousins that had babies so close together.
Like why would you put yourself through that.
Oh I don't know let's try it shall we?!
And here we are.
Ha.
That's what I get. 
But seriously, I wanted to stab my husband when it happened. 
My pregnancy was so bad with my fourth that I couldn't even leave my bed.
I'd try to go from my bed to the bathroom and would feel like death.
That lasted for almost six months.
Yea...why anyone would wanna get pregnant again after that I do not know.

But of course it paid off in the end...
It paid off to fix my hair that day cuz that's all I had going for me that night.
Oh and those sweet cheeks...not my husbands, the baby.
He was perfect.

Okay side note: Again, this one was my hardest pregnancy and although he was perfectly healthy in every way he was not my easiest baby. He was a colic baby. And yes everyone has their own issues some more serious than others and I realize that mine isn't even unbearable but to each his own so just feel sorry for me okay?! After the rough pregnancy came the sleepless nights - literally, every hour of a crying baby - nursing fails, hold-me-every-second-of-life for two months type of crying. I kept telling myself that I was good and didn't need anymore kids. Three was perfect...four was pushing it. 

The day I found out I was pregnant again I about died. Twice.
I cried all morning in my room.
Didn't even tell my husband until later that night.
He had the biggest smile on his face when he saw the test.
Before he could even turn around I was already crying again.

Fast forward eleven months and here I am...
Raising five beautiful children.
Most days I don't fix my hair or fill my eyebrows in...
Which are days I cross my fingers none of the neighbors show up...
Some days I don't even get out of my pajamas...
One time a neighbor did show up and I didn't even answer the door cuz I was in a lava lava...
But they think Mom can do anything and everything...
No matter what I'm wearing or what I look like...
Except somedays Shawnee's like Really Mom?!
Everyone who knows Shawnee knows what I have to deal with...

I don't know how my mom did it with all six of us kids...
Three of which were all a year apart...
I don't know how people do it with twins either...
Mine are Irish twins and if they were born at the same time...
I could not even...
But I know they are my biggest blessings. 
They have taught me how to love more than I've ever loved before.
They show me how easy it can be to forgive...
How simple things can be if I just let it...
They've taught me how to live a little and enjoy everything...
But they've also showed me what's like to not have a voice for three months too...
Yea, I'm one of those moms...
But to them I'm still perfect...
And honestly Superwoman is the only thing that comes to mind 
When I ask myself what my kids think I am...

So this is what the purpose of my blog is...
Explain my life as some people would say...
Complain about my husband...
Passively so it doesn't seem like I'm actually complaining about him but I am...
Vent about my days where I lose it and I'm a witch all day...
Because seriously being perfect every day is just too much work...
And just random stuff I guess... 
I don't even know if people read blogs anymore but I feel like this is my only option that will let me get it out and not judge me or tell what I already know I need to do.

So...here's to motherhood and being Superwoman.

2 comments:

  1. You are an amazing mom. I love seeing all the adventures and fun videos on fb. Life is hard but if we can see the joy we make it through the rough spots. We all have those days and if someone doesn't then they need to write a book so I can get the tips to their success. ;-)

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  2. love this whole post! and hear i am going crazy with just three! you are awesome lady! keep it up!

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...I'm Obivously Superwoman...

When I say I'm Superwoman I'm referring to what my kids  think  I am. I mean most days I probably am.  But I'm sure I have ...