Five. Boys.

It’s almost 9:30a.m. And my kids are still sleeping after a long day at the ball field celebrating Dry’s championship, (Great job, buddy. We are so, so proud of you!) followed by hurrying home to stuff pizza in our face in time to walk to our spot to watch the fireworks. I’m exhausted. And I know they have to be. They ran and played and ran some more, all day, until almost midnight. The latest they’ve ever been allowed to stay up. Ever.  Because if they don’t get enough sleep, they’re nightmares. They get it honest, I’ll admit. I definitely need at least 8 GOOD hours of sleep, but I could go way, way longer if given the opportunity. I’m a marathon sleeper. Some like to run. I like to sleep.  So imagine my surprise when, after hearing them at 6:05, and dragging my body into their room, getting them a fresh cup of milk, and tucking them back in, I go back to bed and fall asleep again myself. I open my eyes and look at my phone, expecting it to be in the 7:00 range, to see the nu...

This morning has been quite eventful. Sheamus has been going off and on with a stomach bug, where he will get sick to his stomach once, and then be fine. Have a messy diaper, then be fine. It’s the weirdest thing.  So this morning, they’re up by 6:00a. He keeps saying his belly hurts but says he doesn’t have to “choke”. His gas is horrid. So I figure that’s it. Magnus is playing and says he needs to pee. He depants, and goes on the potty! Yay! I tell him no diaper today, put his pants back on and say that if he has to go potty, let us know so he can go like a big boy!  (I should preface this next part with a backstory. Magnus HATES pooping. Hates it. He won’t go for days, and when he does, everything stops, he “doesn’t like it” until he’s done. Repeats it over and over. But when he’s done, it’s a relief and he’s as happy as ever. But during those few minutes, it’s intense and he hates everything and everyone. He doesn’t want to talk about it, or anything else for that...

I made myself a waffle And sat down with my tea  My middle child came in  Said “do you have one for me” Moments before I sat down, I asked if he would rather have waffles or toast He said he wanted toast and milk I should’ve known, for waffles he likes most The twins wanted waffles also And Dryden toast, per the norm If only I had known that making what they asked for would turn into a shit storm I presented the twins with their breakfast “I don’t yike waffles!” They exclaimed. “Mom he’s taking my toast” Braxton said, To which I tried to explain. “You asked for waffles, I don’t understand.  That’s Braxton’s toast that he asked for” “No! I don’t want it, I want toast!”  Waffles, meet the floor.  Seconds later, Braxton starts whining,  that he has a sore in his mouth.  The twins are writhing on the floor This breakfast sure went south.  “This toast is hurting. Can I have waffles?”  Great.... there aren’t anymore....

I hate myself today.... I hate the person I’ve been. I have tried to check myself and make myself get out of this funk, but I just seemed to sink right back in.  I got to sleep in, so it’s not from being tired. I got to bath. Alone. And wash my hair AND shave my legs. I got to relax while the babies took a nap, and the older kids kept quietly to themselves in the Rec room. I got to fix my hair. I barely had to cook. So why, why, why, was I such a Bitch today? Why was I so mean? So defensive? So short, and nasty? Now that the day is done, I hate myself. I hated myself a few different times today, but right now, I really hate myself.  I got mad when the twins put cars or little men or crackers  in my drink, like it’s anything new. Over and over. Because they think it’s hilarious. I was SO annoyed when the older 2 kept asking me where stuff was so they could go sled riding for a little while. I was LIVID when Bane ate my boot. I picked a fight with my husband while I folded ...

January 4, 2018.... Let that sink in a bit. 2018. (I don't feel like I'm old enough to be 34; I still feel like it's 2001.) According my WTForecast app, it is currently 13* outside, but feels like -4*. Tomorrow is looking to be even colder, and schools are already canceling. Our kids had a delay for the cold yesterday, so I'm anxious to see if they will delay again tomorrow. A lot of area schools have canceled school and any extra-curricular activities until Monday. And not because of snow. But, because of cold. the COLD! This is crazy! I don't remember it being this way when I was young, but then again, we also had it easy and didn't have to walk uphill in feet of snow with no shoes on. 😏 I noticed it had been a good month since I last posted. I knew it had been a while, but didn't realize it was a whole month. I don't know how some people blog, or vlog, so frequently. I feel like I would have to have my camera or app open at all times to make sure I...

I can't believe it's November 30th. Tomorrow is December 1st! (Happy Birthday, Carmen!) December. And in a month from now, we will be moving into 2018!!!!! I know the saying is that Time is fleeting, but honestly, as I get older, and the kids are growing, it really does go fast. It's crazy how some days seem like they drag, like they will never end, like bedtime can't come soon enough, yet here we are. November 30th, 2017. I still feel like I'm in my 20s. To think that I have 5 kids, and that my oldest is now THIRTEEN.... it's mind boggling. Anyway.... Here is sit, on November 30th, at 8:30 at night, in silence. Sweet, sweet silence. Big Bang Theory is on, the Christmas Tree is lit, and I am scarfing Mom's pumpkin roll like it's going to turn bad in 30 seconds. Ryan and Braxton are at Dryden's first basketball game of the season (edited: they won 19-18! WOOOO!), and the babies are sleeping soundly. *Sigh* These moments are few and far between. Inse...

5:30a.m. Cue Loud Mouth Larry. Every. Effing. Morning. When will this kid learn to love sleep like the rest of us? And when I say "Why is Everyone Screaming", it's mainly because of him. As soon as he wakes up. Why does my household ALLLL have to be awake and romping around by 6:30? I don't even set an alarm to wake up in the mornings anymore, because I know that Magnus' loud mouth will be the alarm. He is NEVER quiet. He stands at the gate outside of their door and yells... "MOMMY! MOMMY! I. WANT. OUT!" And it's always in his deep smoker voice. "SHEAMUTH WAKE UP!!!!!" Poor Sheamus. He never gets to sleep in, even if he wants to. Ideally, we would go in the living room, put on cartoons and snuggle. But Noooooo... someone has to get into EVERYTHING, climb on tables, yell for MILK!!!! I so badly want to wake him up around 10:00p and ask for things and scream. But then he would think it was play time and want to stay up. And there'...