Sharing in the ups and downs of life and parenting. Join the roller coaster ride.

Tag Archives: motherhood

Okay, so yes I am a single mom, and yes, I am alone much of the time; I’m alone except for my kids’ company EVERYWHERE I go. On that note, this blog is geared toward mothers in general, single, married, moms of youngins, moms who’s babies have left the nest to fly on their own.

So, as a mom I already knew that the kids were going to follow me like ducks in a row wherever I went, but after becoming a single parent it got worse, can you believe it?

Bathroom time is now a team sport, it seems everyone has to go at the same time, so its some sort of twisted relay race to make sure everyone makes it to the designated place to relieve themselves instead of anywhere else, because hey, have you ever had to ask your kid “why is there poop in your drawer?” this was a recent question of mine 😉

We can’t blame them if you think about it though, going with us to the rest room, and talking openly with no bashfulness at all. I mean come on, from the day they were born their first bodily excretion, be it drool, from the bowel, or the bladder, has been talked about and adored for years. Then when potty training begins, we talk about it more in depth. So of course they would want to make sure mommy (or daddy) is using the potty right, and “wow mom you peed A LOT) and such 🙂

Oh yeah, I’m one of those people too, if you are squeamish or don’t like talking about bodily fluids openly, some of my posts may not be right for you. Don’t worry, its not ALL I talk about, promise 🙂

Another thing, I NEVER let my kids sleep in the bed with me. To those of you that have or do, more power to you, it just wasn’t the route I wanted to go. But after the divorce, suddenly, out of no where my 4 year old would wake in the middle of the night and climb into my bed. Then his sister started doing it too. I tried to nip it in the bud, with no avail of course. Most times I don’t even know he’s come in the bed till there’s a foot on my face, or arm across my neck.

Which brings me to a mommy math moment. A full sized bed, which is what I have, can comfortably sleep 2 full sized adults. For some reason though, it cannot comfortably sleep 1 full sized adult and 2 1/2 sized beings in the form of a 4 year old boy and a 3 year old girl. Who knew? the math seems like it would work either way, but nope, trust me friends, it does not in fact work that way.

Finally, laying in bed last night exploring the randomness of my mind, as I could not sleep, I was thinking about the body fluid thing again. I go there a lot sorry. And I decided that if at this age of kids, you as a parent haven’t been drooled, puked, peed, or pooped on, oh and used as a snot rag, one of these things at least, you aren’t doing it right. If you have gotten away with no bodily fluids on you I need your secret, because it seems to go along with the job.

How do these things work in your house? Do you co sleep, have you figured out bathroom time alone, and do you have any funny body fluid stories? I happen to have many!! I will save them for another time 🙂

love and prayers
Heather 🙂

Advertisements

So my son started head start last week. He is 4, and has been home with mommy pretty much since day 1 of his life, well before that in my womb of course, but I stayed home most of his life up until now.

As you can imagine, him being my first born, my baby; even though he insists I call him a “big boy” I slip sometimes and call him my baby, letting him go to school alone was a toughie on me.

He rode the bus all by him self, like a big boy 🙂 He climbed right up the steps and into his seat and didn’t look back. Can you believe that y’all, he didn’t even look back, he didn’t even pretend like it was rough on him. So then mommy felt like a big baby. To make it worse, his sister was right behind him. I had to restrain her or she was gonna leave me for school too. What is this craziness? I grabbed her up and turned around and began walking back to the house. Holding on to her for dear life telling her she still had at least another year before she started school, and she was spending it with mommy. I told her!

After turning around to go home I called my mom, I had been so great, so strong. My son had no idea I was so scared inside for him to be growing up and go out in the world with out me at the ripe old age of 4. So on the phone with my mom I began to tear up, not sob, snot running down the face, but I did cry.

I was, and am, happy to have the one on one time with my little girl because she hasn’t had that time like big brother did, and I am feeling much better about it now. But in those first few minutes after he climbed on that bus and rode off I was scared, and sad that my little baby had grown up and somehow I think I must have missed some of it. I don’t know where 4 years went. I have tons of memories, but it just went by too darn fast.

How have you all handled your little ones going back to school or starting school this year? Any ideas for a mom with a kid just starting, because my son does have some reservations? Share the love, folks.

Love and prayers,
Heather 🙂