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.