I have three very small children. Two year old twins and a one year old. The funny thing is my husband and I only wanted one. So many people ask me how I do it and my response is " I just do". It is definently alot more challenging then managing a restautant(which I used to do), but I really find it so fullfilling. I know that sounds so cliche' but I do. It is my job now to make sure these little people become kind, intelligent, contributing members of society. Don't get me wrong, there are days when I wish I could quit, but when they tell me they love me or they do something wonderful, like picking up their toys without being told or peeing on the potty without wetting the panties, I feel like every rough moment is worthwhile. I do not reccomend it for everyone, but I will say there is never a dull moment.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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