Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My Real Life

Some bloggers only show the beautiful parts of life.  The parts they want the world to see.  The parts that make them look like a Mom that never loses her cool, that always has a clean house, that makes fresh baked goodies for her children everyday, and stays in her size 2 jeans while doing it.

All bloggers show only what we want people to see.  Only what we want to remember.

I want to remember everything, the good and the bad.  How else will I and those who read my little snippets of life learn and grow?

And just for the record? I am not a size 2.  Haven't been since I was 2 probably.  Ok, now that you know that I feel much better.

So, here we go...confession time...

I am not a very nice Mom sometimes.  I have a pretty short temper.  I come by it very naturally, from my Dad.  I have done a good job of taming it over the years and really am pretty good most days.  However, if I am left alone for 4 days with my 4 children (one being a very stubborn 2 year old and another being a very needy 6 week old) I am bound to lose it.
And maybe kick a hole in the wall when the 2 year old is going on hour 2 of screaming and crying about bedtime at the same time that the 6 week old is crying and screaming because he just needs his Mama.

I love to bake, but I also love to eat what I bake.  Hence the reason I am not a size 2.

Also, Elliott has broken out in eczema, so I am now on a dairy and gluten free diet.  It is SO much fun.  Especially when I just want to get something quick from the store for dinner, but nothing is quick when you can't have the good stuff (like cheese).

More often than not, my kitchen looks like this.  I hate to clean and it shows. But, I love a clean house, so what is a girl to do?

Libby was accident free for 2 weeks, so I bought her some "potty presents" last Wednesday.  The next day she peed in her pants.  She hasn't been dry since.  She has completely and totally regressed and is peeing and pooping in her pants.  I took away her potty presents and she is in diapers again.

At any given moment I am covered in some bodily fluid.  My milk, Elliott's spit-up, Elliott's pee (he loves to shoot Mama), or now Libby's pee or poop.  I am really getting tired of this and think that teaching kids how to use the potty is for the birds.

I have thought about doing Elimination Communication with Elliott so that I wouldn't have to worry about it when he is 3, but hells bells, I can't imagine doing that with him and helping Libby stay dry right now too.

I get irritated, annoyed, bugged and tired of my children more often than I would like to admit, but there it is, I admitted it.

Despite my shortcomings though, I sure love these little people.  I may not be the nicest Mom in the world when my children are asking for food every 5 minutes and I might loose my cool when I am stepping on Lego's or other toys, but honestly, I wouldn't trade this life (or the hole in the wall or the dirty dishes) for anything.

Ok, maybe I'd trade the dirty dishes for a clean kitchen.


Sell...Party Of 4 said...

I loooove someone who can keep it real!!!

I am an emotional roller coaster as of late...so this makes perfect sense to me.

Nicole said...

I love you! :)

Mystic_Mom said...

Love your post, I looked at my kitchen and sighed...yeah it's like that! Love your heart my dear! Hugs Shanyn, the Mystic-Mom

Stacy said...

Sounds so much like my life. And if we didn't have those magical moments once in a while, we'd all run away. Good luck with the diet, I hope it helps.

Stephanie said...

#1. Put Libby back in diapers.
#2. Screw the whole diet. Eat what you want. Elliot has eczema due to the fact that he is genetically predisposed - your brother has given me 8 children who suffer from it.

Currently, on a nightly basis, I'm wrapping Andrew up in lukewarm rags after his lukewarm shower then swaddling him in a plastic drop-cloth covered by a blanket where he lays for half an hour (watching TV of course - Pawn Stars - wonderful for my 10 year-old). Then I unwrap him and apply an obscene amount of Aquaphor to his entire body and he dresses in cotton long-sleeved clothing for bed. I used to do this with Ben - it works for extreme cases. After a week it's almost gone. BONUS: He's pretty proficient with pawn shop policies now.

#3. Kick a couple of more holes in the wall. It really will make you feel better:) Something about a kicked hole in the wall = tons of released stress:)

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

nicole said...

Oh man, the potty training regressing must be so frustrating! My 3yo daughter is about 1/2 trained. She goes when she wants to, but then she wets herself too. But I just try to take a casual attitude toward it. Potty training my oldest was such a nightmare that I have really learned to let it go. Some of the time.

Way to keep it real. We definitely all have those times. I hope something turns around soon.

Anonymous said...

Here's my confession. I kicked my dog today. I was SOO frustrated with my kids and her barking was driving me crazy.

Anonymous said...

We've all been there... and it will pass... i promise! :) Before you know it you'll be laying in bed listening for the car that your child left in to come in the drive way. Knowing that said child is safe at home will be the only thing keeping you from sleep. At least now you can park their little butt in time out, and know when you come back in 5 minutes the little terror is still there. Put it in perspective. It will be ok... i promise

Laura K said...

I am so glad to know that I am not the only mom who loses it more often than they want to admit! I don't kick holes in the wall though. My holes get there from throwing things out of frustration. If I were to kick the wall I would probably break my foot instead with my luck! As for the eczema, both my kids have it due to my husband having it and I haven't found that diet makes much of a difference. Just my two cents but thought it might help. Good luck from another crazy mama!

Heather D said...

Dairy AND gluten free? I'd kick a hole in the wall too! I'm dairy free with my 5 week old and I'm going nuts. There's dairy in everything. Waaaahhh.

mommabird2345 said...

I think you may be my new best friend. Seriously, I'm exactly like this. My kids drive me absolutely crazy, but I love them to pieces.

As far as the potty training goes, it sucks. I think kids should just know how to do it since I haven't gone to the bathroom alone in YEARS. Put her back in diapers for a couple of months and try again later. My middle daughter just got it at 2 1/2, my youngest showed signs of wanting to at 2, but just didn't get it until she turned 3.

Hang in there, you are an amazing mom. Hopefully your lil babe will outgrow the eczema very soon or at least you find out that eating cheese actually clears it up. Hey, I could help you dream. ;)

Elaine A. said...

Uh huh. Yep. What you just said.


p.s. I'll clean your kitchen if you'll clean mine. Oh wait...

Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com said...

Bloggers who aren't able to talk about their flaws or their truths really...well...I don't keep reading their blogs, let's put it that way =) I remember a few months ago I wrote a post about a time I lost my temper at the playground. People came out of the woodwork to tell me what they thought, most understanding that sometimes you lose it or even agreeing that they would have done the same, but a few people came out and said that they were glad I wrote it because it just showed that I'm not perfect.

I was like, shit, you thought I was perfect? YOU HAVE NOT SEEN MY KITCHEN, CLEARLY.

It looks like yours, but worse. You just have to trust me on that. Right now I'm on dish load three to get the counters clean enough to cook on. SIGH.

DAD said...

You do come by it naturally. Controlling the quick temper comes with time - time for all of The rug-rats to leave the house and be on their own. Ha ha. I think I got it under control way before then, at least most of the time, but I'm not sure what I did. I think prayers work!

You have always been real - why should your blog be any different.

You are a great mom. Keep up the good work! Love you.