52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 39

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‘Adventure Awaits!’

The photo theme for week 39 was “Road Less Traveled.”   My kids seem to find the adventure in everything, here they are “mountain climbing”. Was quite the task for them. I hope they can hold on to that imagination for a long time.

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52 Weeks Of Photos ~2016~ Week 19

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‘Sugar and Spice’ ~  My two little ones.

The theme this week is ‘Watching’.

These are my two youngest girls watching daddy out the window. They are getting ready to wave good-bye.

None of us can leave the house without it being a big production. The girls need to stop whatever they are doing, run to us while saying, “hug, squeeze, kiss” (sometimes 3 or 4 times) before we go, then they sit in the window to wave good-bye as we drive off. Even if we are just running a quick 5 minute errand, we have to do this ritual.  There are times when it can seem frustrating, especially when we are only running down the street to grab some milk, or if we are in a rush and need to get going.  However, I try to remind myself that there will come a day when they don’t even look up to say good-bye, or acknowledge my existence. So for now, I will always take the time to indulge in this little ritual, even if it takes waaaaaaaaay longer to say good-bye then it does to actually run any errands.

 

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I’m not thankful for……

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In the spirit of Thanksgiving Day, I decided that instead of listing out all of the things I’m thankful for, I’m going to just list some of the shit I am not thankful for at the moment.

I truly am grateful for all of the good things in my life. I have a lot of good to celebrate, but I’m thankful on a daily basis for those things.  I’m always happy and appreciative of what I have going for me.  However, I feel like all I have seen throughout my other social media accounts today is the same ole, same ole, “I’m thankful for my family, blah, my life, blah, my blah, blah, blah.”  I guess I find it irritating as some of my friends bitch about everything, everyday.  They actually needed a holiday to be grateful for the good in their lives.   Yes, I’m thankful for my family too, and my kids, health, and for not being homeless, etc, etc. dot, dot, dot. I’m always thankful, so I think it only makes sense for me to use this day to point out some of the things I’m not thankful for.

I’m not thankful for how my younger two kids can’t seem to nap at the same fucking time.

I’m not thankful that my 11 year old seems to cry at the drop of a hat now that she is going through puberty.

I’m not thankful that the only way to have sex some days is by pretending that I need my husbands help in the basement, so the kids don’t figure it out.

I’m not thankful for how incredibly dusty my house is right now.

I’m not thankful for having a family of six and both cars only being 5 passenger.

I’m not thankful for the lack of time I get to myself most days.

I’m not thankful for never having enough time to blog, or sleep, or work, or slack off.

I’m not thankful that my “real work” is so behind.

I’m not thankful that this year flew by.

I’m not thankful for blowing my diet today. ( And for the last 4 weeks!)

I’m not thankful for the stupid tattoos I got between the ages of 16 and 17. (This is why 18 is the required age I guess.)

I’m not thankful that this is the last year I will be in my 30’s.

I’m not thankful that it took me so long to find the love of my life.

I’m not thankful for letting some of the little things get to me.

I’m not thankful for good things happening to shitty people. (This bothers me the most.)

I’m not thankful for turning what I thought would be a funny post into a bitchy rant.

I guess I should stop here then.

Back to being thankful.

Thanks for reading.

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Be grateful

 

Just a message to be grateful for the time you have with your children, it could end any minute. 

This morning I was getting annoyed about a comment my daughter made while we were waiting at the bus stop.   She told me “don’t come into my class when you pick me up”, because it would embarrass her.  She usually takes the bus home, today she had a doctors appointment so I would have to go to the school to get her.  After she got on the bus and left for the day, I just started getting more and more irritated by the remark.  First of all, I’m a pretty cool mom, I mean look at the shit I talk about, right? 

I admit, I do try to embarrass her on purpose.  It’s fun and easy to do. I don’t need an excuse, I’m the mom—-that’s why.

Anyway, while I was stewing I realize that tomorrow my daughter would be 11 years old and 17 days.  I know that doesn’t sound like anything significant to you, but to me; that’s how old my brother was when he died, exactly 11 years old and 17 days.  I was young when it happened, and as much as I remember the day, I am grateful that I couldn’t comprehend what was going on at the time.  The thought brought tears to my eyes, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to lose a child.  I have no doubt that my mother would go through years of being ‘annoyed’ just to have my brother back in her life.  So I decided to just let the comment slide off my back, because if something were to happen to my daughter I wouldn’t want my last thoughts to be filled with irritation.  The remark was trivial on the scale of things.  So when I picked her up from school, I gave her a hug….but not in front of anyone like I normally would have done to embarrass her.

Choose your battles and make sure they are worth it.

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