Sunday Morning

Today I got up before anyone else. On a Sunday. When I could have slept in. Why you ask? I will tell you and the answer is very simple.

I have a friend who has done this for many years, and I think I need to take a page from her book. To rise before the rest of the house, simply so that I may have a few minutes to myself. That’s it, that’s all. Just a simple selfish answer: ME time.

There is a saying, “When mom is happy, the whole family is happy”. Both my husband and I agree with this saying 100% and since the beginning of 2013, I have really felt like I’ve had no time for me. Even a few minutes can mean a world of difference. Last week when we were dealing with colds, flu, runny noses, medicines and sleepless nights, my dear husband Dean even  offered me a chance to just drive to town to get a Timmies! For my fellow rural friends, you understand what that means. You don’t just do that! It’s gas, time, wear n tear on the vehicle, and a waste of a trip to town. Even though I did not go, I fully appreciated his understanding. I was tired and stretched thin, I needed a bit of space and a few normal minutes for me.

So this is my solution. Get up before everyone else and take 15mins to do something I want to do. It can be simple as reading a book, blogging, making my fav breakfast, or a project I want to start. It has worked for others I know, and I’m hoping that if I get a few minutes for me in the beginning of the day, it will start my day off right, and make me a happy Mom.

A happy Mom, a happy husband, happy Dad, happy Deanna, happy Caitlin and hopefully a Happy Conner man! Lets test it out this week, and see how it goes. So far this Sunday morning has been very productive and I feel pretty good. So that is a great start.

Enjoy your Sunday Morning, I already have!!

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Baby Radar

If there is such a thing as baby radar, then my son Conner has it. My father-in-law would agree with me.

As soon as I start a project, sit down to eat, go on the computer, or lay down for a nap, Conner wakes up and complains. Even if he is sleeping in the other room. It’s like he knows i am trying to get something accomplished.

But I know it won’t last forever. The laundry, my sewing projects and dusting can take a back seat for a bit, till the day when Conner is busy playing in the sandbox.

Everytime he cries, I will try to remind myself, he’s only this little for a short time. One day he won’t want mommy as much.

Lazy Day

I think we all like lazy days, you know the ones where you stay in bed as long as possible, wear your comfy pants and a cozy hoodie, and eat things like cereal and mac & cheese. Every once in a while it’s  good I think to have a lazy day. It reminds us to slow down and appreciate what we have.

So I decided to begin my thirties with a lazy day. Yes the BIG 3-0 came and went and I survived it. So today I celebrated by staying in bed till 8am, which in our house it late, and ate frosted flakes for breakfast. Someone said now that I’m thirty I’ve joined the ranks of the responsible people. lol. But I think just because now I’m “responsible”, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a bowl of frosted flakes once in a while right?  I have not been completely irresponsible today, the kids are all bathed and clothed and fed, and I put in one load of laundry, but I’m staying home today to do as little as possible. I personally think it’s a great way to start the next decade of my life.

I actually  have a love-hate relationship with lazy days. These are the days when I snuggle with Conner, and don’t worry about Caitlin’s crazy hair. Where I let Deanna have cheese and peanut butter for breakfast and let Dean make his own lunch. I put my hair in a pony tail and turn on the music on my iPhone.  But even as I am enjoying my lazy day, in the back of my mind is a nagging voice saying “Christa you have things to do, and the less you do today, the more you have to do tomorrow”  That is why I have a love-hate relationship with lazy days. The dishes pile up, the laundry piles get higher and that project I have been wanting to do doesn’t  get any closer to being done. But it’s like weighing your pros and cons. Today on my lazy day, I will listen to Caitlin play with toy horses and Deanna read her school books, and give extra kisses to baby Conner and maybe to Dean too.  Today I will enjoy the most important thing in my life. My Family. And that sounds like a pretty big pro to me.  I am glad that as I begin my thirties, I have much to be thankful for. Today the housework can wait and I will just worry about my role as a mom.

Here’s to a LAZY DAY!!  And may you have a lazy day soon too.

Snuggle Bugs

Last night while Conner was sleeping, I snuggled up with my girls in the bed and read them a story. I know that sounds like a simple thing to do but it was extra special last night. Just the three of us girls and a thankful heart.

Sometimes things happen in our life that remind us whats really important.  I believe that it helps us remember to be thankful and realize the blessings in our lives.  We only need to “wake up and smell the coffee”, to take notice when things happen and learn the lessons provided from them. And believe me there are A LOT of life lessons to learn.  I have always thought, that no matter how things play out, the right thing is to learn and grow from the experience, or else what’s the point right? Regardless of if it’s in your control or not, there is something to be learned from it.  And that there is ALWAYS someone out there who’s got it worse then you. So count the blessings and move forward. I think that is a good moto to live by.

So I made sure last night to read nice and slow, to put extra character into my voice as we read  The Grinch who stole Christmas (LOL) and enjoyed the girls giggles and snuggles.  I have an amazing family. A wonderful husband and beautiful children. Uncles and Aunts who enjoy our company, Grandparents for the kids, both sides close to home, who really love to spend time with the kids, and all of them love us!  And we love them all back! That is what is really important.

So Thanks for my snuggle bugs and that someone up there is watching out for us.

Bathroom Privacy – oh yeah I remember that.

I saw a post once that read, ” Kids are definitely the boss of you. Anybody who will barge into the room while you are on the commode is the boss or you” Tina Fey. And it’s  funny because it’s true. Unless I lock the door the bathroom isn’t even off limits. My husband swears as soon as he sits down the kids know, cause there will be a knock on the door and a little voice saying….. I NEED TO PEE!!!! We do have two bathrooms, but the main floor is the one that is used the most. Once in a while I will see my husband grab the newspaper, or the latest edition of Ag-Viser and disappear downstairs to use the lou in peace. Me on the other hand, shrug, whatever.

I’ve actually had some very interesting conversations with my children in the bathroom. Supervising baths, potty training, while I’m having a shower, etc. And I know my mom friends will smile when I say; I’ve put the baby in the carseat and put it on the bathroom floor while I take a bath. Yep they’ve been there too. One day when all my kids are older, I am sure I will once again have earned the right to bathroom privacy, but for today, cheers to a bathroom door jam that I can hang the jollyjumper on!  So as Conner bounces, I can go have a shower.

 

 

My Turn

I’m not writing this post to invoke sympathy from friends or family, or to pour out my woes and feel sorry for myself, but as an observation to how life plays out.  Those sayings about what you put out  there comes back to you and karma and such, I think there is some truth in them. I have tried to live my life with those thoughts in mind. Treat others the way you wish to be treated, trying not to burn bridges, don’t judge someone unless you’ve “walked a mile” in their shoes, remember there are always two sides to every story etc, etc and so on. And I think I have done an okay job, I am not perfect, but I always try to make an effort.

Well tonight, yet again, I am sitting at home alone, listening to my girls (who are suppose to be sleeping) arguing about what book to read next and to my very tired baby “complain” about being put in his bed so I can get a few minutes for me.  Now neither of these things are terrible, reading in bed is okay really, and it’s not like Conner is screaming his head off, but after another day by myself  looking after the kids, these noises sound like nails on a chalkboard.  Today again I am a Harvest widow. My husband has been out in the field all day and just informed me that he’ll eat his supper when he’s done, so I don’t need to bring him anything. Yesterday after supper I took all the kids for a quick drive to see him, just to get out of the house and have a break. I know my fellow moms would understand when I say at the end of the day it can be hard not to snap when one of your kids calls…. Mommy! By 8pm that word sends shivers down my spine sometimes, and I have to remind myself, “it’s just because I’m tired and it’s been a long day. I really do love that word” : ) My friend told me once there was a FB post about how bedtime should be at the beginning of day when mommy’s patience hasn’t been used up yet. How true is that hey? I am capable of handling it though. I’ve proven that to myself in the last four months, but it’s certainly nice to have some help. I’ve got tonnes of support that I can call on anytime I need too, so it’s really not as bad as it may seem here. PS the house if quiet now. All three kids sleeping like angels.

So I bet your wondering where this is going. Well it seems like ever since we had our baby boy in the spring,  I have been running this show alone. I know that’s not how it is, but with Dean in the field from morning till after dark and a new baby and two other kids, it gets overwhelming sometimes. It’s better now that Conner is older, he’s still demanding, but before I know it he’ll be running around too. In my husband’s defense, it’s just the timing of everything. Spring, and Fall are a farmers bread and butter. For as long as I’ve known him this is  how its always been, the daily schedule at harvest, but I haven’t been home full time till now to notice how much I miss him when he’s gone all day and then all evening. It’s hard doing the parenting thing all by myself, and then I realize…….. huh this must be how HE felt.

You see when we were first married, I had a business and I had started dancing very regularly. Then we had a baby and I continued to run the flower shop, pursue my dance passion, be a mom and wife. Since dean farmed and he was busy at parts of the year, we naturally fell into the stay-at-home dad routine. And it worked, it really did, he loved his little girl, we managed alright, but I was gone a lot. Eventually I would sell the store and work a bit less, but by then I was part of a professional dance troupe and had started teaching classes. Then Caitlin came along and I worked part time after she was born. I was fortunate to bring her to work with me, and  I still danced in the evening, often leaving Dean with one or more kids. I don’t ever remember him complaining once all those years, he never protested, he always just helped make it work. What an amazing man! Well I realized last summer, that it just wasn’t working for us anymore. Caitlin cried when I went to work and I was so tired that driving to dance and teaching was exhausting. It was time to start subtracting. It was MY TURN to be the stay-at-home parent.  I knew I made the right choice when we had an incredible summer and then God confirmed that I was right where I should be when we found out we were expecting again.  So after all those years of me being the one who worked all day and then having evening commitments, it flipped around, and now it’s my turn to take over the role my husband did so well for many years.

And even if I feel like complaining, I will try not to, he never did and I will just remind myself, that now it’s my turn. Karma’s a bitch right? , but in this case I’m actually thankful cause she kicked me right to where I should be, and probably where I should’ve been a long time ago.  When the kids are older, there will be time again for me to dance and work (if i want), but right now they need me here, Dean needs me here, I need me here. I’ll be thankful also that I am part of a family fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home mom. For I know there are others who do not have that luxury.

Rock-a-bye-baby

If I was a morning coffee drinker, today would be the morning I pour myself an extra cup of Joe.

It’s easy to see how important your role as a parent is at 3 O’clock in the morning, in the rocking chair, with a sick child. Yes I have a baby with a cold. And he got it from my daughter, who is also coughing a bit still and asked to snuggle. She settled for a hug and a tuck-me-in, as I was feeding the baby. Poor girl, poor baby, poor me. I understant how important it is to hold a sick child in the night, I still remember cuddling with my mom in the middle of the night with a fever as a young girl, but it is also hard to not feel frustrated for yourself too hey? I thought to my self at 2am and then again at 3am…. why is it still so early? I still have the whole night to get through. And then it was 5am, okay so I got 2hours sleep, feed the baby again, go back to sleep, and then Caitlin is at my bed at 6:30am asking for a drink. Well I’ve got to go to the bathroom, Caitlin settles for some water, and I make my self a hot honey/lemon drink.

I feel a bit like a robot, and the worst part is, I haven’t had the cold yet. I can feel it coming. I know the best thing for a cold is rest, so maybe with a stroke of luck the girls can play outside this afternoon and I can have a nap. My hubby is head deep in Harvest, and will be trying to fix his combine today. So I’m on my own for now,  But I’ll survive.  I’m going to finish my warm drink, cover Conner with a blanket, find the humidifier, and see if I can snuggle up to my hubby for another hour or so, before today really begins.