Right now, I'm sitting in Starbucks trying to recover from my evening. No, not partying. I spent the night with my (almost) 2 year old sleeping (aka tossing and turning and playing with my hair and picking at me) on me on the couch. I give you credit you co-sleeping parents. There's nothing like getting punched and kicked all night by a 25lb creature from another universe. Because honestly, in the middle of the night, kids are from another planet. Not only do they not grasp the concept of time, they have zero regard for anyone else. So because I spent the night (not) sleeping on the couch, my darling, angel 3 1/2 year old decided that 4:30 was a great time to break out of his room and grace his brother and me with his presence but promptly dropping a matchbox car on the floor while entering the living room. Needless to say, with my lack of sleep I was not a happy camper this morning... Which continued when I asked my midnight attacker to put his shoes on so we could leave the house- the boys to their grandma's and me to work. I get it kid, I really do, I hate shoes too. But it's 20 out and you need to wear them. And yes we're going to grandma's because I need to go to work, and no I don't care that you don't want to go because I don't want to go to work either. If my biggest issue in the morning was because I didn't want to go to work, I'd be pretty happy, but no, that's not my only worry.
Everyone says that the second you become a parent your life changes. It does. But not in the way you think. You have these little people (or one little person) and they are now the center of your universe. Which is awesome. I'd tend to think of myself as a pretty independent person, I don't really require a lot of attention and usually don't need anyone to help in my day to day. With these little humanoid creatures I'm told I had a hand in creating, I am constantly needed, called, picked at, pulled at, but more importantly, told that I'm loved, hugged and once again needed. Not only have I become a personal servant to two little tyrants, I am the booboo kisser and the owie-make-better-er. You constantly have to worry if your kid(s) poop during the day, if they're getting enough to eat, if they're eating too much, are they growing, are the things they are doing normal? How long does teething really last? How much dirt can one kid really consume without internal organ failure? Is there some rare condition that can contract from dipping their ice cream cone in ketchup and bbq sauce- because ew. Am I messing you up in ways that are irreparable? Are you going to grow up to be a good person? I'm doing all that I can to make sure they grow up in an environment that encourages talking out our problems but some days, I just want to sit on the floor and cry just as long as they do... But parents are supposed to have self control, right? nah. We're just doing what we think is right. Don't get caught up in the facebook syndrome of comparing yourself and your life to others. What works for you might not work for everyone. Someone will always have something negative to say about the way you do things and anyone who tells you that parenting is a piece of cake is full of crap-o-la. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall during their average day- I bet it's not all sunshine and unicorns. I too often watch others tear each other down, I'm an Instagram girl (@jenmiller23) and the amount of negative comments I see on other's photos is horrifying. I use mine to keep in touch, to share funny tidbits of my life. I'm not perfect, I'll never claim to be. I'm just doing what we're all doing - #wingingit.
I want this blog to be about my craft but it will probably contain a lot of antics about my kids, my life, my thoughts on the world with possibly a little bit of crafting mixed in. Let's all just spread the love and not worry about what we look like to others. Let's celebrate other's achievements and be on board when people make life changing decisions rather than just openly and harshly criticize. I just want to make things that make people happy and be the best mom that I can be. That's not too much to ask, is it?
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