Mommy Meltdowns

The other day I read an article about times when it's okay to have a "Mommy Meltdown." I almost laughed because they were so mild! I mean really, who has mommy meltdowns over those things?...but I digress. I thought I would give real life illustrations of the times that I have almost had a mommy meltdown. All of these are about Bo, because Blade would never dare!

1. That one year he ate sand, or dirt of some kind pretty much every day. I had to have him tested for PICA. His Dr. said, "I think he's just an ornery little boy." He was so right.

2. That time he finger painted our rental house with peanut butter. He even painted the carpet.

3. The time he showed up wet after apparently going swimming by himself.

4. The time he trapped Blade under a storage bin, in the wading pool, and was sitting on top of it.

5. That time he knocked out two of his teeth from superman diving into the tub.

6. The time he celebrated an early Ash Wednesday with soot out of the fireplace. I cleaned on that for days.

7. The oil paint incident. I'll leave that one up to your imagination. Yes, it was that bad.

8. The time he tried to jump in the pond. He was one.

9. The time he rode his little 4-wheeler on the main road. In my defense, I wasn't there for that one.

10. The time he drew monsters all over my new house with a permanent marker.

11. The time he played tattoo artist with a permanent marker, on his face.

12. The time he went and stood in a fire ant pile on purpose.

13. The time he dumped a whole big bag of rice.

14. The self rising flour incident.

15. The time he pulled every single thing down in my closet. I had it all color coordinated too.

16. The many loads of laundry that I folded, that were suddenly unfolded.

17. The times he threw eggs on my freshly mopped floor.

18. The time he put quarters in my sister's air-conditioning unit, and it stopped working.

19. The many times he has streaked in public.

20. The time he overturned a cart with Blade in it, at the supermarket. They called the manager.

21. The many times he threw my IPhone in the bathtub.

22. The time he jumped on my new ukulele.

23. The times he emptied all the shampoo bottles, on the floor of the bathroom.

24. The time he was floating out to sea at the beach, and my sister's brother in law had to run out and get him.

25. The multiple times he would tackle anyone who had a boiling cup of coffee in their hands.

26. The time he poured hot coffee through the vent in my sister's loft. It rained coffee in the living room.

27. The many times he's pooped in a public pool.

28. The time he had Blade in a headlock, under the water, in the bathtub.

There have been many, many other incidents, but they were mostly minor stuff like:
riding his bike off the trampoline, hijacking Blade on the little 4-wheeler and running into a tree, and emptying out everything under the sink.

Maybe these things aren't that major, but after remembering all this, I feel tired. What causes you to have a Mommy Meltdown?

Chocolate Banana Bread

Today was one of those days.

I had to wait all morning for the man from the security company to show up, of course he was late. I had just literally stepped out of the shower when he rang the doorbell, and I raced to get decent before he left. I caught him just as he was walking back to his truck. My boys were going FULL FORCE and it was a good 45 minutes before I realized the condition my house was in! Talk about embarrassing, and OF COURSE he had to go in every room to check the windows. By the time he asked to use the restroom the boys had spread bath toys all over their bathroom floor so I directed him to mine, completely forgetting that I'd just jumped out of the shower and my dirty clothes were still in there laying on the floor.

The rest of the day was spent running errands, fishing my son out of a puddle multiple times, and getting ready for my weekend trip to meet baby Brent! So I'm feeling pretty tired now.

This evening I wanted to make banana bread with the brown bananas I've had in my fruit basket for who knows how long. Because I had so many bananas, and today was a flop anyway, I decided to try a different recipe than the Spice Banana Bread I always make.

I googled a few recipes, and finally came up with this one:http://www.spendwithpennies.com/triple-chocolate-banana-bread/ which I changed a bit.  It also has a lovely icing you can make to go along with it, which I didn't try, but it looked nice.

It looked beautiful and tasted amazing! Score one for Momma!

Chocolate Banana Bread

4 very ripe, almost black bananas
1 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup (1 stick) softened butter
1&1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 cup cocoa powder
1 tsp baking soda
Chocolate chips as desired

Mix in order. Pour into a greased (I always use the spray) bundt pan and bake at 350* for 35-40 minutes.

Bring it out of the oven. Give it a couple of light shakes, (not too hard) just enough to loosen and turn over onto serving plate. Dust with powdered sugar. Serve with whipped cream. YUM!

*Note: in my oven, 40 minutes was a bit much, which is why it cracked when I plopped it out onto a plate. It was still very moist, but just watch it for the last few minutes.

Hosting and Being Hosted Graciously

Today I want to talk about a few things that we all could benefit from. We've all  either hosted or have been hosted at a party, and I'd like to throw out a few tips for these occasions. I am guilty of a few of these. Lord help me to be more gracious and kind!

Being Hosted:

1. When you're going to a party, make sure you're on time. 
It is extremely RUDE and insensitive to show up an hour after the party has started. If you're going to be under 30 minutes late, call, or text, and explain. Then get there as fast as you can. There is NO excuse for being an hour late unless there has been an emergency. (By emergency, I mean, someone is hurt; not your hair needed washed.) If you are having a time management problem, check out my time management planner idea. (See below) It is better for you not to show up at all than for you to show up extremely late.

2. Ask if you can bring anything. 
It's very polite, and your host will love it!

3. Communicate.
Are you arriving at 6? Or eating at 6? Knowing these things will help you make an informed judgement. For instance, if you have children, you know that they can't always wait until 6. You may need to feed them before you go.

4. Decide whether you're attending or not.
A few days in advance you need to let your host know that you're going, or not. Emergency aside, NEVER, ever, ever, change your mind last minute. A lot of work, time, and money goes into hosting a party. Unless you want to be a mean person, avoid this.

5. Make sure your children are invited.
If someone is having a couple's party, please don't take your children without asking. It might not bother anyone, but it's always best to check with your host first.

6. Offer to help clean up.

Hosting:

1. Issue an invitation, and give them time to think about it.
When you're planning a party, it's always best to give your guests time to RSVP. It's a good idea to double check with everyone the day before to save you from heartache.

2. Give details.
What are you eating? When you are eating? What you are playing? Who is coming? What is the party for? These are things that guests need to know. Some people don't get along well together, and you may not know it. It is very embarrassing for a guest to have to explain that they don't like someone, and why, so ALWAYS make sure you tell them who's coming BEFORE you ask for their answer. I would avoid inviting anyone else last minute, unless you are absolutely SURE that your guests are okay with that person, and then it would still be polite to ask them if they're okay with it before you do any extra inviting.

3. Get out your notebook and plan.
Not everyone can manage 100 things in their head. If you stink at time management, I recommend planning ahead by writing everything down. (See example below) Make whatever you can ahead of time and ALWAYS make sure you can eat when you said you were going to be eating. It is horrible to make people wait at your house for hours while you're still cooking, especially if they have children. If this happened to me, I would want nothing more than to walk out and leave. (I probably wouldn't, but I would really, REALLY want to.)

4. Know your guests and pair them well. 
Maybe everyone gets along, but there are some guests that blend better together than others. (You know what I mean.) If you're not a conversationalist, invite someone who is. Believe me, there are some people who can carry the conversation all night long. Also, know what food and games your guests enjoy. You wouldn't want to invite a diabetic to a pie tasting, or a tone-deaf to a karaoke contest.

5. Clean up.
Do a little (or a lot) cleaning the day before, or if you have children, during nap time. It's nice to go to someone's home where you know they're clean, and you don't have to worry about sitting on the floor, or about the quality of the food they put in front of you. Clean your house, light a candle, make it nice.

6. Put your pets away.
Yes, I know. You love your pets, I love mine too; but they have a time and a place, and it's not at a party. Sometimes we get sitters for our children, sometimes we get sitters for our pets. (Or at least put them in their room.) If you are clueless as of  how to restrain/hide your pet, check Pinterest. I'm sure it's on there.

7. Think!
Walk through your house as if you are a guest. You'll get a lot of insight. Is there toilet paper in the bathroom? Soap? Hand towel? (Tip: keep a lit candle in the bathroom. It will make your guests feel better in case there is a ...situation.) Remember! T.E.E. Talk, Eat, Entertainment = Fun party!

Time Management Planner:

Note:
*If you're making food that will make you smell like a hog, add shower/cleanup time in your planner after you cook. Find a way to keep the food warm.
*I have 2 ovens, and I don't do anything slow. Plan for the time YOU need.

*If you're GOING to a party, your planner could look something like this:
Party at 6pm.
1:00 pm. Make potato salad for party.
2:00-4:00 __________________.
4:00 Shower and wash hair.
4:30 Pick out party clothes.
4:45 Dry and fix hair.
5:00 Start getting kids ready.
5:40 Load kids, and potato salad in car.
5:45 Leave for party.

I understand that there's more in a day than making potato salad and showering, but you get the point!

Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you!

Why I Put Myself In The Naughty Chair

If you're anything like me, you're probably laughing at the title of this post. It's time for a moment of truth though, because I do sometimes put myself in the naughty chair. It benefits me and my boys. Am I crazy?! Yes, Probably!

It always happens when I'm working on a project: for instance on Monday when I was getting ready to show the house to a potential buyer the boys came inside from playing in a mud puddle. My stress level was already through the roof, and I was fed up with their whining and nonsense. Of course I was in crazy get-er-done/OCD mode, and the boys were following me around undoing all of my hard work. Finally, when they started tugging at my skirt, I yelled at them. "You boys, LEAVE ME ALONE! Get Out NOW!" In that moment, as Blade's face fell, I realized that I'm acting like the crazy man in the park who yells and screams over every little thing that isn't a big deal. I was throwing a fit and acting ugly...and where do we go when we act ugly?

You see, I want them to know that there are consequences to actions. There are positive consequences and negative consequences. Does this rule only apply to children? We all know it doesn't.

So I followed up with, "Mommy, is acting ugly. Mommy has to sit in the naughty chair."

Of course Blade thought it was funny. So I sat in the naughty chair. As I sat there, I realized, It's NICE to sit in the naughty chair! It's a time-out! It's a time-out to think about the way I was acting, and WHY I was acting that way. It's a time-out from the out-of-control way I was feeling. It was a take-a-break chair, a rest chair, a quiet moment of reflection to calm down and get it all together. I emerged a more positive, energized mother, ready to apologize.

Too often I expect things of my children that I don't do. This is wrong, and I want to lead by example. I also want an easy way to help my young children understand that even parents are held accountable for their actions. For me, the naughty chair is a useful tool that I use to get that point across. Besides, it doesn't hurt to sit down once in a while. *Smile*

Let me know your thoughts! I would love for you to contact me with any questions!

Our Three Week Vacay!

We just got back from a three week vacation to Missouri, West Virginia, and Destin, Florida! We had a great time!

In Missouri, we always stay with my Aunt. Blade loves it there, and he was very sorry to leave. Truthfully, he was very mad about it. 

My Aunt has a guest house separate from her home. I LOVE this setup. (If I ever build another home, I will do it like that.) It gives us privacy and personal space. We can visit with her and my Gramma without being in anyone's hair. It's so nice for the boys too, because it allows us to have our own routine.

We went out to eat a few times, and basically just hung out while Derek was on his big turkey hunt.

 Our next stop was West Virginia. After driving through the night, we were very tired, but so excited to see everyone! Right off the bat, the family came over to Dad's. It was really nice to have the whole family together.

Since we were staying at Dad's house, we got to do our before bed tradition, which is me hanging out in the girls' room and reading Encyclopedia Brown. I especially remember the last night we were able to do it. It was SO hot upstairs, and we were all roasting! We finally found a box fan in the loft and put it in the window. The cold air felt SO good coming in, and we all sat around while I read to them. The boys got hot and came in and joined us.

My sister, Leah, loves photography. I have to say, she takes better photos than most grown people I know. When she's around, I can pretty much say, "Goodbye" to my zoom lense. Here are a few that she took.

  

It's also really cool that she has our sister-in-love to give her pointers.

Alyssa also has a blog, check it out here.

stitchedwardrobe.wordpress.com

After West Virginia, we came home for two days before leaving again to go to Destin.

Blade got really attached to our "Beach home" and didn't want to leave. He still talks about it every now and then. I guess we'll have to go back. :) My sister and her kids met up with us there. I was surprised how well the kids got along. They only had one major fight! They loved the beach. My nephew was obsessed with catching "Sea creatures" and he and Derek spent many hours looking for crabs and "Diggers."

I pulled a muscle in my back on Mother's Day, and was in the most pain I've ever been in. Blade got an ear infection on that trip and then well all came down with a cold! It didn't really stop us though, we still tried to enjoy our trip as much as possible!

All in all, it was an eventful, but really fun trip!

Best Curling Iron Ever!

For all those ladies out there who are like me, (incompetent with curlers,) here you go!

I've been looking for a foolproof hair curler for a while now. I've tried so many different things, regular curlers, rod curlers, you name it. Finally, I tried this:

Infiniti Pro by CONAIR

Now, I am not kidding. When I say "It's foolproof," what I really mean is, "Oh my goodness! I did it, and nothing got burned!" Yay me!

When you're a mom, the time you have for hygiene and beauty regimen is cut in half. (Maybe less, I don't have to tell YOU right?!)

That's why this curler is so amazing! It took literally 10 minutes to do, and my hair is not thin!

(Please don't judge, it is the first time I have ever successfully curled my hair!)

All you have to do is section your hair, and place the sections in the groove, and close it. A few very annoying beeps later, out comes the perfect curl!

If you're into curling your hair, this product is well worth the price!

I Am Not Super Mom, and That's Ok.

I Am Not Super-Mom

Life is so short. I found this out after I had kids. My baby is going to be two tomorrow! I haven't learned anything though, it seems like I still rush around as much as I ever did! 

I feel all this pressure from the world to be a super mom, and too many times I expect my boys to be super children.

My boys are not super children, and I am not super mom. It's not cool to say, but there are times when I can't do it all, and that's fine. That time was today. I don't feel well, and the boys are feeling jittery because it's been raining ALL DAY. It's supposed to be this way all week.

The thought of that almost makes me sick. So when Bo spilled my chia seeds all over my carpet, I had to take inventory. Here's what I came up with:

I will not freak out.

If my chores don't get done today, who cares!

We are going to play games.

I am going to slow down, because life is too short.

I am going to relax and be the mom I want to be, regardless of the world's expectations.

What do they expect? I'm SO GLAD you asked!

They expect children to sit still for hours; if they don't, they must be put on medication.

They expect children to be dressed to the hilt; if they aren't, shame on you, mom!

They expect mothers to have a Pinterest approved home. Shame on you!

They expect children to always have shoes on, shirts on, never dirty. Never putting rocks or sand in their mouths. "They're neglected." SHAME!

They expect children to be never scolded, or disciplined. "That's abuse!" Shame, shame!

They expect mothers to be so much, and do so much, at the expense of the children. Shamey shame, shame, shame!

So much shaming going on.

 Too many times, those people who are shaming struggling mothers aren't so far removed from us.

Too many times it's those in our own close circles.

Too many times it's me, asking too much of others, asking too much of myself.

Lord help me that I'll slow down and enjoy the little blessings that I've been given.

Help me not to be that person who rushes around but never gets anything done.

Help me to be an understanding friend, and to never shame others.

Help me to stop, and take the time to play in the rain.