Taking a Break...



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I have been a bit lackluster in the posting these days and honestly, I have not really been in the mood for posting.

My baby is now five weeks old (where did the time go?) and though I am finally feeling better after my c-section I am now trying to get back into the swing of things. Add to that the fact that Christmas is next Sunday and I am feeling a but overwhelmed at the moment.

We are hosting Christmas at our house this year which means I need to write up a menu and a shopping list and then I need to actually go to the store to buy the wonderful food that I will be slaving over the oven making (did I mention that I am working all day until 6 pm on Christmas Eve- sucks to be me). I have wrapped exactly two presents out of the god-knows-how-many presents I have stacked in the toy closet and in my bedroom but luckily all of my shopping is done, only thanks to the wonderment that is the internet.

So, needless to say I am going to be taking a blogging break to at least after Christmas. Hopefully when I return I will have a lot of witty posts to write about how much my kids drive me crazy and why is it that husbands count down to that six week post-natal appointment like it is the day they will win the Powerball Jackpot (if you're a mom, you know exactly what I mean).

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Overwhelmed By Little Monsters

Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by being a mom. And to be brutally honest, sometimes I hate being a stay at home mom. The days I hate are the ones that my kids are being difficult and I feel like no one appreciates everything that I do and all that I have sacrificed to be a mom. I know that a 3 1/2 year old and a 19 month old are incapable of those things but when you're are having a bad day common sense has no place in your mind.

What keeps me going thorugh the difficult times are those moments when I see my kids smiling at me with so much love in thier eyes- it just makes my heart melt. I suppose when I grow old and the kids are grown I will forget the times where I wanted to  lock myself in the closet and sit in fetal position crying and only remember the times where my children were little sweetie pies.

And then hopefully my children will have childen of their own- and hopefully thier children will be little monsters and terrorize them. Then, me as the grandmother, can love and spoil thier children but can send the little monsters back to thier parents. I am sure my mom hoped the same of me.