"I sound like a record player"...and other things your mom says

Last night I blew my stack.  I just- wigged out.  I couldn't hold it in any longer.  Yanno, I make dinner, I get on the treadmill for my hourly love fest with exercise....ugh and now it's 8:00 pm.  I yell to my 5 year old that it's time for bed, and jump in the shower.  Get out of the shower and she's still up, and I tell her again it's time for bed, it's past 8 O'clock, you're late for bed.  Go up stairs to get my jammies on and find ALL the crap I picked up earlier and put on the step (of the kids').  They ALL step over their crap to get up the stairs, instead of picking up their crap.

At this point my last nerve has broken and my blood begins the slow simmer leading up to the explosion.  You're just lucky enough that I don't feel like typing out the 4 hours prior that lead to the point, like a a horseradish bottle that fell out of the frigde and shattered on the tile, cracking it and send teeny tiny pieces of glass everywhere as I am making homemade meatballs for dinner.  The homework hour which always includes at least one screaming child.  It's just the daily routine around here, when you have a family of five (or more) chaos and noise is ever-present.

As I am getting dressed, some one needs ME.  Why me, when their father is sitting in the lazy chair on the laptop stalking the bank account, I have no idea?  But one by one they all knock on the door in true Sheldon fashion "knock knock knock MOM, knock knock knock MOM, knock knock knock MOM, knock knock knock MOM" for various reasons that include but are not limited to, "Jake called me a moron!!", "where's my footie pajamas!!",  "Megan HIIITTTTT MEEEEE!!!" and the ever popular "Hey MOM, LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO!!".  All the while Roxy, our dog, who can't talk but whines and whines-needs to go out.

The explosion hits, and I start spewing reasons they need to be in bed instead of up, it's now 8:30.  Just so I don't disappoint myself, I verbally regurgitate the day and what they DIDN'T do that I asked them to, how no one put their clothes away and "I don't do laundry for FUN", etc.

When everyone is in bed and I walk downstairs, my loving husband just looks at me and shake's his head like "damn kids",and gets up to take a shower-as if he is just as frustrated as me.

Why oh why, when children or pets need something...anything, they immediately come to me.  My children will seek me out to ask me to get them a drink, while their dad is standing in front of the refrigerator.  It's a frustrating reality that hasn't changed for 12 years in this house.

I'm good this morning, but dang.

Today is already a better day, tonight will be a better night!

CHEERS!

Feeling Fan-FREAKING-Tastic?

Yes??  Awesome!  why?  what is moving you?  what are you doing on a regular basis that gets you in the mood that makes anything possible?

No?  Why not?

My mission in life is to reach into every mother's head and make them love them self.  Take time for them. Here's the dealio, pals.  You have ONE life.  Just one. That means every day you spend angry, depressed, irritated, or any other negative adjective you can insert in the this sentence is a day lost.  A day you're NOT spending...no... enjoying this speck of time we call life.

The earth is billions of years old, time is not stopping for you or anyone.  Take a long hard look in the mirror.  If you don't like what you see today, then why do you keep living in the negative?

Do you have kids?  If yes...read on.

Your kids learn from you.  Is that a huge responsibility?  Of course it is!  Cause if you are Mr. and Mrs. everything is wrong, my life sucks, I hate everything, then guess what?  I can almost guarantee you'll be on a talk show in 15 years with some unqualified moron and your kids talking about how you ruined them.  Right now you are shaping your child(ren's) view of life, people, atmospheres, and love.

Now listen...I'm not sayin you have whistle dixie out your ass and be Fakey McFakerson, but take all the energy you are using to loathe daily life and turn it around.  Find the positive in a negative situation.  Every day is not going to be great.  Just this morning I found ANOTHER hair clippie that my 5 year old left on the floor-which is no big deal, except we have a dog that loves to use hair clippies as chew toys.  I've told my lovely daughter 7,582 times since Christmas morning to put her "damn clippies in the bathroom when you're done" cause the dog will chew them up.  It's frustrating.  But hey, it's just a clippie, and yeah...that's not the point, but sometimes you just gotta let it go.

Really our life and time on this earth is just a teeny tiny little speck of dust in the grand scheme of things.  I leave you with this:

So GET BUSY living or get busy dying...you're choice.

CHEERS!