Raising my kids, moment by moment,
is the hardest thing I have ever done.
because I know it matters.
because I want to do it right.
because I know I won't.
because I still must try.
And mostly because there is no way I can do it alone.
I made this blog as a place to gather the inspiration as well as somewhere to put the ridiculous amount of photos I take, trying desperately to see this crazy time in our lives for what it really is--soul stretching wonderfulness, I won't want to forget.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Poopy post procrastinated
So apparently I'm not the only one who noticed my blogging has been a little non-existent as of late.
I have my reasons, though I'm not really ready to share (no, I'm not pregnant).
But seeing as my cute friend left this on my facebook timeline:
"I know it hasn't been forever, but I need a blog update."
She even gave me some "blog-starters"
AND then my other friend kindly reminded me I just taught Relief Society.
So here I sit on my porcelain "office chair", ready to try blog.
My kids splash in their post FHE bath (not splish-splash mind you, but rather full on tsunami's caused by their favorite game of holding onto the little handle thingy and then sliding/crashing into each other) their construction paper Jaredite boats turning into insta-mush (fun while it lasted...which was 3 seconds to be exact).
Inspiring post on motherhood here we come...
Then Levi pooped in the tub.
He must have felt my attempt to continue typing despite his floating-feces an act of defiant-neglect because he proceeded to
throw. his. poop. at. me.
I know. I should be shocked. Appalled. Disgusted.
And yet, in my mind, with a mental shrug I think
Nothing I can't handle kid.
I already endured your brother thrashing and screaming all the way home from the mall, because I had the audacity to try and go buy myself a couple pairs of flip flops.
I dressed and redressed, that same brother who can wet his pants and still "go" on the potty like a little race horse and then still expect stickers as he steadily pees his way through his whole drawer of undies.
I listened to the manic clamour of you two "playing", where squeals and giggles of delight can erupt into hits and hollers in a split second and then back into fits of glee only to explode once more into a loathing-filled screeching match.
I already watched Aaron heart wrenching sobs turn his (apparently) dusty cheeks muddy, with no idea what set him off. And taking a good half hour to calm him down again.
I've vacuumed (again), picked up (again and again and again), laundered, and fed and soothed and negotiated my way through this whole day...so, go ahead, I think--
a little poop slinging ain't gonna phase this mamma!
But I digress. I'm suppose to be blogging my lesson. Copy paste. Copy paste.
Thats all I need to do. Put up my lesson, full of all it's lovely inspiring quotes from inspiring people.
But before I could even open the file, McKye happily called out "I just pooped too!"
Maybe brownies and the Bachlorette is all that's gonna happen tonight.
Yup, tomorrow. I'll rock an awesome blog post tomorrow. Promise.
After all, that same poop slinging monkey, sure was fun to cuddle with on the swing today.