Friday, April 30, 2010

I am creating a new blog!!!

So I've tried my hand at a couple of blogs.. this one, a frugal wedding one, and another. At least one of them has flopped... due only to me not keeping up with it. I'd love to keep this one up and give it a new, interesting spin that would bring in more readers and keep my current followers interested :-P
But for now... I am excited about yet ANOTHER blog!!! And I feel this one will be the easiest to keep up out of all of my blogs b/c it will involved things going on every day with us! :D So coming soon.... My "Chasing the American Dream" blog will be debuting shortly! :D

Saturday, April 3, 2010

I am a mother

I am a mother.
I drink a LOT of coffee. I would love to drink more alcohol, but I am often too tired. And have too much to get done.
I wear comfortable clothes. I sport a pony tail or up-do 99% of the time.
I am a mommy.
Spending way too much money at the grocery store is fun, but only if I get to do it kid-free.
I buy food, snacks, and clothes for everyone else and forget about myself.
My DVR is full of cartoons. There are about 600; the same 3 get played over and over.
I never know what to put or say when people ask what my hobbies are.
I am a mother.
I clean all the time and my house is never ready for company.
I smell poop even when it's not there.
I hear my child crying for me, even when I'm not with them.
I do not shower to use the restroom by myself.
I am a mommy.
I raise my voice often.
I am an expert on "good choices" and "bad choices".
I roll my eyes a lot.
I also get "bug eyes".. Bug eyes mean "you had better stop that NOW or BOTH of our heads are going to pop right off!" My head often feels like it could spin straight off my shoulders.
I am a mother.
I often wish that leashes and muzzles were not just appropriate for dogs.
I bask in silence when I can get it. I would absolutely pay for daily naps for my child. I would pay extra if I could take one too.
I am a mommy.
I have one of the hardest jobs and the most wonderful job in the world.
I love another person with every ounce of my being. I cherish my child every day and thank God that I get to be her mother.
I am constantly amazed at how smart, wonderful, sweet, and miraculous my child truly is.
And even if I do often wish I could give her away, muzzle her, or install a mute button in her, I am her mother.
And I wouldn't trade that title for anything.