Submitted by NicoleStorlie on Sun, 09/19/2004 - 1:37am
Lately I've been noticing that I don't like who I am. I have become nothing near who I want to be. I realize my actions do not reflect how I feel in my heart. It's rather overwhelming how short of the mark I feel on all accounts.
Submitted by NicoleStorlie on Mon, 07/19/2004 - 8:27pm
I have been home for almost two years. I know I am luckier than most in this respect, to be able to make the sacrifices financially and get by.
However, I am really sick of my day beginning at 6AM and not ending til the kids are in bed (which usually means I'm in bed nursing the baby). I wake up to nurse, if she goes back to sleep I drink a cup of coffee and get online. At eight the other kids get up. I make breakfast, referee fights (or entertain the 3yo if the big kids aren't here) clean up the kitchen and the mess all over the dining room floor, run laundry, fold & put away, mow the lawn (which includes picking up all the yard toys), water the grass, make lunch and clean it up, try to do something fun with the kids, make sure we have groceries, do all the dr, dentist and hair appts with all the kids, make sure the house is presentable so we can have company from time to time, change all the beds, make sure DS3's room gets picked up so he doesn't break his other leg, clean the floors, pressure wash the house once a year on the promise it'll get painted, which never happens because we never have money for paint,take out the garbage, clean the kiddie pool, monitor all the neighbor kids in the pool, prepare dinner, clean up after dinner. Make the kids a snack (clean up for from that usually happens after breakfast), make sure they get bathed, teeth brushed and in bed. Oh, and watch John's poker buddy's kid. That's just what I did this week so far.
Submitted by NicoleStorlie on Fri, 06/11/2004 - 11:43pm
So Happy!! They came home today for the next week and they have been a HUGE help in entertaining DS3. I actually put the baby down and got a nap for myself and I feel tons better. Better enough to finish the cake for DSIL's grad party tomorrow. I made a five layer round cake with cream cheese and raspberry preserves, and added a big square of foamboard on the top to make a huge graduation hat. Would've been a cute cake if I had any skill. The sides ended up all lumpy and the royal icing tassel looks strange, plus I can't write in icing very well. At least I have that broken legged kid excuse. Already got out of making a potato Salad for tomorrow, my mom's going to pick one up at the store in the morning.
Submitted by NicoleStorlie on Thu, 06/10/2004 - 12:11am
MY 3yo DS broke his leg today. He fell off the &@#%!^ barstool while playing a computer game, he was on his knees with his foot sticking out the space in the back. Barstool came down with him. I was nursing my 2month old DD and talking to my husband on the phone about how I caved in and let him play a video game again so I could get a moment's peace. I feel like God was punishing me for being an inattentive parent. I don't like his behaviour while he's playing on the computer, he would be on it all day long if I let him (and I have) but sometimes that's the only way I get a quiet moment. I feel like a rotten mom today.
