The Truth About Motherhood

So incredibly often my friends call me "Supermom" or that I should receive a "Mother of the Year" award. This is a load of crap!

I am not a supermom nor do I deserve an award. I take Zoloft to manage my tendencies to snap and become a crazy woman. But I still yell at my kids on a regular basis, and yes sometimes I even swear in their general direction, because come on, with four kids there is no way I can pull off the Mrs. Cleaver act 24/7. I might be tempted to use a cleaver in my mothering act... but again the Zoloft, which acts like a mini blue psychotherapist, keeps me thinking straight without the need of being put into a straight jacket.

Motherhood is hard. It is by far the hardest job on this planet and I will challenge that to the death. Why? Well if you are a mother, you already know why. If you're not then just imagine a job where you have to be constantly organized, three steps ahead of everything else going on, extremely efficient, fun and do it all with a smile on your face. If you do any of those things less than 100% all of the time then you will be fired. Well not really fired but it will literally take you a week to catch up from not preforming at 100% for an hour. And if that isn't enough, you must do all of this with, no vacation time, sick time or fifteen and thirty minute breaks.

If you do take a vacation then your cabinets are all rearranged when you come back, or you take the kids with you. That's not a vacation when Motherhood is your only job. If you take sick time, your husband generally lets the kids function in a non-organized manner and is not three steps ahead, in just one day, you become 21 days behind. If you take a fifteen, or God forbid thirty minute break, you can certainly rest assure that you will be behind for one or two days. Of course someone with adult children or no children will gladly tell you that you must take time for yourself. Seriously who are they kidding? In order to take anytime for myself I would have to stay up until the sun is about to get up, sleep for two hours and then start all over again. So we come full circle of preforming at 100% except this time, exhausted.

If you see a mother yelling at her child, full of profanities or not, smoking or drinking, just remember she is doing what she has to, to not kill her child(ren) and to not loose her sanity. Social protocol be damned! Motherhood isn't always full of fun and cuddles, but in the end if you don't end up in jail because you snapped and shot a police officer in the eye with your breast milk, then you're doing good and your children will only remember the good and fun times, mostly. And this should be enough.

So maybe I am "Supermom" or even do deserve an award. But I think every mother deserves this title or award. I know some of you may think well there are some mothers that are just horrible and don't care about their kids. Yes this is true, but then are they actual mothers? Alas, that is a subject for another time. Well since I've taken the time out to write this blog while I'm already behind, I've probably just lost another week. Off to pump some breast milk and make dinner.

With Love, Peace & Respect. Be Blessed,

Mumsie

PUT YOUR STUFF AWAY!!!!!

So this isn't an original idea. Not by far. But I remember long ago when there were no kids toys, extra towels to be washed or a bath schedule in place I found this ingenious idea of how to keep your family organized. I loved it and I vowed that I would implament as soon as we started a family. Well three going on four years of having this crazy zoo of a family and I have done one thing to make it happen

The ingenious idea... Color Coding. Every family member gets a color therefore making every member completely responsible for their own crap. In our family IF and when I ever get around to doing it, this will be our family's color code:

Dad - Black
Mom - Teal
Ana - Red
Liam - Blue
Lily - Yellow
Carolyn - Purple

Now that the hard part is done I get to go shopping... at somepoint... Maybe that's the hard part... So to organize properly you get each of the following items for each person in their color:

Hairbrush
Towels
Bins (centeral located to put their junk in through out the day.)
Bed Sheets
Laundry Baskets
Jackets
Underwear

That's all I've got.... but I'm sure there is more that can be organized in this manner. What do you think of this idea? Would you use it? What else would you color code?

Well once Carolyn gets here and we get the house unpacked and finally fully moved in... maybe I'll get around to doing this. Is it against some cosmic law to make a mid-year resolution?

With Love, Peace & Respect. Be blessed,
Mumsie

"Are you going to abort your pregnancy?"

Ok, yes. We did get a surprise of an expected pregnancy. To some this was an open door for them to ask the question, "Are you going to abort the pregnancy?" When, "no" was the answer some were flabbergasted that I would put my other children through such a "strenuous situation" of introducing yet another child into the family just shy of a year. Others rejoiced that we wouldn't do this to the life that was currently growing inside of my uterus.

My husband and I do NOT believe in abortion. At one point in my life I may have believed that it wasn't the right decision for me but may be for others. Now I believe that it should only be ok under very extreme circumstances such as rape by a family member that results in a pregnancy, please know, this is only my opinion. Most likely the child will be miscarried anyway. For those who need proof, it has been scientifically proven that our female bodies will miscarry a pregnancy when there are large amounts of major genetic defects within the fetus.

I know that most people will not agree with me and that is ok. I truly believe that once conceived the child is meant to be unless God, or nature as some believe, take the reigns and make it other wise. I have attached a link to an article called, "Losing Ground on Women's Rights: In 2011, Sex Ed, Contraception, Abortion Rights All Under Seige". There are two things about this article, first it makes me believe the writer of the article, Elizabeth Nash, is in fact bias and an emotional thinker. Secondly I must consider her points validity considering she did not spell the word siege correctly, which is in her title. If this isn't a rush, or fluff piece and truly important then why was she not carful in portraying herself as knowledgeable and someone that is worth listening to?

The reason I say "trying to make" is because after Ms. Nash's valiant effort at stirring up your emotions in the title she did little to solidify your emotions as a proper response to this subject. Her articles intention should of explain to you how these new political actions are forcing women's rights to loose ground but she only tells you what the government is doing pertaining to these rights. She never actually explains the true importance of these political actions and she does nothing more to get you emotional invested.

I also noticed that Nash included very little in her article pertaining to abstinence education and STDs. I'm wondering if the crusaders for women's rights do not even see abstinence as a choice. There is only one way of making sure that a woman never has to make a decision between birth or abortion,  abstaining from sexual intercourse all together. I can not understand why women right's activist never mention abstinence or adoption as choices women have. If you are abstinent then you wouldn't have to be educated in STDs or go through the tough decision of whether or not to abort the pregnancy. There are people who go to school for a very long time that can speak to you about how reproduction works and the facts about STDs. They are called doctors.

From the beginning parents need to raise their children with the idea of abstinence in mind. Granted things do happen, I am human, I get it and I've made choices in my past where I chose to disregard abstinence. It is my hope my daughters will never consider abortion a choice that they have. It is my hope that I can raise them well to know that they have the right to say no.

With Love, Peace & Respect. Be blessed,
Mumsie

Happy New Year!!

As 2011 comes to a close I think about everything that has happened and everything that will happen in 2012. I'm not really overwhelmed I just feel extremely blessed with everything. A new, safer apartment, a beautiful child was added to our family, the twins have climbed mountains pertaining to their achievements and we've learned that we have a new family member on the way. We also have a chance of a Las Vegas trip... but we'll see. 

As my husband was homeschooled, and went to a very good university, we have decided to homeschool our little loves. 2012 will be the start of this as the twins have officially hit the preschool age. They are pretty amazing with their letter, numbers, shapes and colors already but now we'll fine tune them while working on language skills. I'm actually very excited for what is in store for these munchkins this year. 

Hopefully this will be the year that Lily will learn to crawl and walk. I have high hopes that my little lady bug will learn to say Mama as her first word, but if she doesn't I won't take it personally. 

My husband and I are both on the same page about squirreling away more money through out the year. He really wants to start working on personal software projects perhaps to score some app sales. That would be fun and certainly help us work on putting money aside. 

Here I am 27 very close to 28 as my birthday is in January and I'm finally getting who I really am. But now learning to live with myself and to learn that all of my traits that have dubbed as bad ones can in fact be used for good and not evil! This is my plan. 

With this said I hope that you all have a wonderful new year that is full of blessings and lots of success. 

With Love, Peace & Respect. Be blessed,
Mumsie

Is that a... FETUS???

So yeah, I have another blog that I write specifically for my weight loss journey, which has been two years in the making... with no weight loss. There is however, good reason for it. Shortly after I started my weight loss plan we decided to have another baby. I figured that I had a lot of work to do after the birth of the twins so why not loose the weight all at once.

It's pretty obvious what happened. We made a baby. Went 9 & 1/2 months with nothing out of the ordinary. Gave birth to a baby. Went home. Great baby too! So much so, we decided to not have anymore kids. A decision we made once little Lillian D. was about 2 & 1/2 months. As much as we love our kids and kids in general, we realized that it would be in the best interest of our family's future to settle in at a four door sedan sized family.

Then I had the dream, the type you get when you're extremely exhausted... for no apparent reason. I had a dream I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. After waking up I did my best to forget about it, but every time I went tinkle in the potty I remembered it as if it actually happened to me. Two days later my controlling Type A personality wouldn't allow me to ignore it anymore.

After drinking what felt like a gallon of water, I told my husband I was going to the store and I would be back in a few. I went to the closest pharmacy and grabbed the cheapest pregnancy test and raced home. I peed on the stick and waited. Well sort of, again I'm a Type A so I actually watched it. The only words that came to my mind were, "Are you sh*ting me?" The line may have been faint but it was there. My husband however was convinced that I was just seeing stuff. I was convinced he didn't want to believe the proof. I was right... again.

So I told him I'd wait a few days and take another. Well I took a total of six tests, two a day, and with each test the line got darker and darker. He finally thought I should go to the doctors to make sure. I went. I peed. I let them take my blood pressure. And then the proof, that I guess we both needed for two different reasons, the confirming ultrasound. There it was. It's little heart fluttering. A fetus.

So I'm a mother of twins who will be 3 on April 1st, a 6 month old and one who is swimming in my uterus. All I have to say is, I'm going to loose my bloody mind and I should order my straight jacket right away. I've received quiet a few tongue lashing from others about having another one so insanely quickly. Surely they have to know that this wasn't planned, not to mention has no effect on their life what so ever.

But let me say this if you feel that I must defend myself in this situation, I shall. You don't think after being told for years that 'you can only get pregnant with medical help.' that a quick romp in the hay would lead to such a life changing event. Even though doctors go to school for years and get paid the big bucks I'm starting to loose some faith in their ability to know what really goes on with the human body.

So That's me in a nut house, eh I mean nutshell. If anything I hope you have gotten to know me better and will be interested in what's to come!

With Love, Peace & Respect. Be blessed,
Mumsie