This was from a while back and I never finished it. But not bad stuff.
Hi y'all! My lands it has been a long time. I missed y'all so I thought I would stop by and check in. How ya'll doing? Me about the same same I guess. It has been a long time and I can't remember.
I was just thinking that I would share with you a small peek into my crazy life, People always say they don't know how or why I do it. Raise 5 boys by myself, some of them with special needs. People either think I am a saint or crazy. Neither is true. I picked this life and I love it. Sometimes it is comical, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes so sweet, sometimes it makes me tired and kicks my butt. Just like your life. So here it goes.
I opened my eyes as he was climbing into my bed. I had no idea what time it was because my phone went dead from my 9 year old playing dragonville and my alarm clock was unplugged by someone and lay useless in the middle of the floor. Better that he get in bed with me than wander the house getting into trouble and waking everybody up. My 4 yr old, Dante, had FAS and one of the problems that comes with it are sleep issues. He slept peacfully with me for about 30 minutes and then we were joined by my 3 yr old , Evan. By this time baby ( and by baby I mean my 2 yr old foster son. He is a baby to me y'all.) He sleeps in a crib at the foot of my bed like he has since he was a new born. He has long since been ready to transition to a toddler bed and share a room with his (foster) brothers, But he is leaving us soon for his adoptive home so why rock the boat. It is Sunday morning in our house. That used to mean church for us. Rain or snow unless someone was sick we were there. These days not so much. I am not mad at church or God or anything. Maybe my not so secret sin is keeping me home or maybe I am just dragging my behind tired and I just don't want to go. Maybe both. I am determined to get back to regular church attendance, but not this Sunday. Three days until Ian comes to take the big boys to Cananda for the summer
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Oh My
Oh my word y'all I wrote this post last year and never published it because its embarrassing but it is funny so I just have to share. Don't judge.
Y'all my kids are funny. I know every Mamma thinks her kids hung the moon but my kids are really hilarious. Laugh out loud funny. If you follow me on face book you might have a glimpse of their antics. One of the things about our family is that we value honesty. I always tell my kids the truth when they ask me questions. I mean yes I lie bout Santa and the Easter Bunny. But if they ask me for information I want them to know they can trust me. But sometimes it back fires y'all. The other day I was riding with my five year old when he sweetly said "Mom, Mom, Mom you know what?" I absent mindedly said "What is it honey" expecting to hear for the 100th time that he likes the missing dog poster that we pass every day. Instead he said "Garfield likes to eat vagina. His owner John does NOT like to eat vagina. But Garfield does." My head jerked around. WHAT? Then my brain caught up with what he was actually trying to say. I said very loudly in an over exaggerated voice. "LASAGNA! Garfield likes to eat LASAGNA! Say it with me son LA- SA- GNA. Lets practice. He just smiled sweetly and said " I can't say that word so I just call it vagina and Garfield likes to eat vagina but John does NOT like to eat vagina" Lord help me this boy is going to kindergarten next year. What are those teachers going to think. This got me thinking about a conversation I had with my older son when he was in second grade. I worked hard to teach my children the proper names for their body parts. No cute little names. So I was dismayed when my son got in the car after school and said "a boy kicked me in the ding dong" I told him that he knew the proper names for his body and I wondered why he was using slang. He said "mom if I say penis at school I am going to get in trouble. They will send me to time out" I assured him this is not the case and if that happened he could come to me for help. Still he insisted on ding dong. Fast forward three years and my six year old comes home from school with a slip that he has been to time out. "What did you do? I demanded. "I was not wrong" he said. "All I said was vagina. That is not wrong. Girls do have a vagina" Sure enough I looked at the slip and it said "Dante said vagina at school. He said he learned it from his mom. He was told to keep that kind of talk at home. Other parents might not want their kids to know what a vagina is" Oh my Good Lord! If other parents don't want to teach their kids proper names for their body parts how is that my problem! As I pondered these happenings I thought about my parent teacher conference for my other son when he was in second grade. My older boys had been asking me questions about how babies are made. I have always believed that the truth is always the best way to go. Giving my children real, age appropriate answers to their questions so they will know they can ask me anything and they can get correct information always seemed to me the best approach. They asked me how babies were made. With out going into specifics I told them the dad brings the sperm and the mom brings the egg and when they unite the baby is made and grows in the moms tummy. Sitting across from my son's teacher she could hardly contain her laughter as she related something that happened at the Christmas celebration. The children were eating cookies when someone mentioned Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus. Another child puzzled about how Mary could even have a baby if she was not married. Shy quiet Michael piped up. "Actually you have the sperm and the egg and what happens..." The teacher intervened "Coookies! Who wants Cookies!" Goodness me. Then there is the granddaddy of all school stories. I only tell this story because its to funny to keep to myself. When my older boys were in kindergarten I purchased an adult toy.*Hangs head in shame* Don't judge me y'all. I shoved it in the back of my top dresser drawer along with a hodge poge of other stuff. A rock someone gave me. A lock of hair from my son's first hair cut. A list of books I want to read and the book Twas the Night Before Christmas. It sat their for a year collecting dust and forgotten. Christmas time rolled around and I said to my oldest son "Go in my dresser and get the book so we can read the night before Christmas". A few days later I was driving the kids home from school. One of the boys said "He took your lip stick to school today" What was he talking about? I don't even have any lip stick. "What are you saying" Then the realization came over me. Oh No. No. No. No. "BOY!" I said, my voice dripping with horror "WHAT DID YOU DO?" He looked confused. "What mom? I just took your lip stick to school. My fiends and I played with it. We like the way it vibrates and shakes. I am sorry I know its not mine." With that he pulled it out of his back pack and handed it to me. "Did any of your teachers see you" I asked. "No way. We hid under the slide. We aren't allowed to bring toys to school." Darn right boy. Oh y'all. I guess I have some good black mail stories for the future but I am sure if these teachers ever compare notes they will wonder what the heck is going on at my house. Lord help me.
Y'all my kids are funny. I know every Mamma thinks her kids hung the moon but my kids are really hilarious. Laugh out loud funny. If you follow me on face book you might have a glimpse of their antics. One of the things about our family is that we value honesty. I always tell my kids the truth when they ask me questions. I mean yes I lie bout Santa and the Easter Bunny. But if they ask me for information I want them to know they can trust me. But sometimes it back fires y'all. The other day I was riding with my five year old when he sweetly said "Mom, Mom, Mom you know what?" I absent mindedly said "What is it honey" expecting to hear for the 100th time that he likes the missing dog poster that we pass every day. Instead he said "Garfield likes to eat vagina. His owner John does NOT like to eat vagina. But Garfield does." My head jerked around. WHAT? Then my brain caught up with what he was actually trying to say. I said very loudly in an over exaggerated voice. "LASAGNA! Garfield likes to eat LASAGNA! Say it with me son LA- SA- GNA. Lets practice. He just smiled sweetly and said " I can't say that word so I just call it vagina and Garfield likes to eat vagina but John does NOT like to eat vagina" Lord help me this boy is going to kindergarten next year. What are those teachers going to think. This got me thinking about a conversation I had with my older son when he was in second grade. I worked hard to teach my children the proper names for their body parts. No cute little names. So I was dismayed when my son got in the car after school and said "a boy kicked me in the ding dong" I told him that he knew the proper names for his body and I wondered why he was using slang. He said "mom if I say penis at school I am going to get in trouble. They will send me to time out" I assured him this is not the case and if that happened he could come to me for help. Still he insisted on ding dong. Fast forward three years and my six year old comes home from school with a slip that he has been to time out. "What did you do? I demanded. "I was not wrong" he said. "All I said was vagina. That is not wrong. Girls do have a vagina" Sure enough I looked at the slip and it said "Dante said vagina at school. He said he learned it from his mom. He was told to keep that kind of talk at home. Other parents might not want their kids to know what a vagina is" Oh my Good Lord! If other parents don't want to teach their kids proper names for their body parts how is that my problem! As I pondered these happenings I thought about my parent teacher conference for my other son when he was in second grade. My older boys had been asking me questions about how babies are made. I have always believed that the truth is always the best way to go. Giving my children real, age appropriate answers to their questions so they will know they can ask me anything and they can get correct information always seemed to me the best approach. They asked me how babies were made. With out going into specifics I told them the dad brings the sperm and the mom brings the egg and when they unite the baby is made and grows in the moms tummy. Sitting across from my son's teacher she could hardly contain her laughter as she related something that happened at the Christmas celebration. The children were eating cookies when someone mentioned Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus. Another child puzzled about how Mary could even have a baby if she was not married. Shy quiet Michael piped up. "Actually you have the sperm and the egg and what happens..." The teacher intervened "Coookies! Who wants Cookies!" Goodness me. Then there is the granddaddy of all school stories. I only tell this story because its to funny to keep to myself. When my older boys were in kindergarten I purchased an adult toy.*Hangs head in shame* Don't judge me y'all. I shoved it in the back of my top dresser drawer along with a hodge poge of other stuff. A rock someone gave me. A lock of hair from my son's first hair cut. A list of books I want to read and the book Twas the Night Before Christmas. It sat their for a year collecting dust and forgotten. Christmas time rolled around and I said to my oldest son "Go in my dresser and get the book so we can read the night before Christmas". A few days later I was driving the kids home from school. One of the boys said "He took your lip stick to school today" What was he talking about? I don't even have any lip stick. "What are you saying" Then the realization came over me. Oh No. No. No. No. "BOY!" I said, my voice dripping with horror "WHAT DID YOU DO?" He looked confused. "What mom? I just took your lip stick to school. My fiends and I played with it. We like the way it vibrates and shakes. I am sorry I know its not mine." With that he pulled it out of his back pack and handed it to me. "Did any of your teachers see you" I asked. "No way. We hid under the slide. We aren't allowed to bring toys to school." Darn right boy. Oh y'all. I guess I have some good black mail stories for the future but I am sure if these teachers ever compare notes they will wonder what the heck is going on at my house. Lord help me.
Day 2423: Still Kicking Y'all
Oh y'all. I have been gone a long time. Four years and twenty six days to be exact. Y'all missed me. Say you did. Y'all I am not fat anymore. I went and got skinny. I had some help. I was gonna make a blog about that but I got a little lazy and never got around to it. So longish story short I had gastric surgery and lost 106 pounds. Now I can sit in chairs with arms, I can wrap a towel around me after a shower. I am free from disease. I can run and play with my kids. I can ride in an airplane and not sweat about if the seat belt will fit. It has been two years now y'all and so many things have changed for the good. Some times my boys observe. You used to be fat and now you are not. I always ask them am I a better mom now that I am skinny? They tell me no. I am exactly the same. Its true. I am still just as me as I have always been. But if you think I am not still a hot mess. Well, I am. We all are and its ok. So what has kept me away all this long while? Well for one thing this whirl wind life I am living. You know. Four sons and a bonus kid have been keeping me on my toes. But more then that its my promise to you. I promised on day one that I would speak the truth and shame the devil. I made a commitment to honesty. The past few years I have been distracted. If you know me you know by what. I let myself fall in a hole. And keep making the same mistake time after time. I dose not really matter what it is because we all have our thing. An addiction, a habit, an unhealthy relationship, a way of thinking or acting. Something we just think we will never be free of. And some of us just end up in a never ending loop that keeps spinning us around. Look at here. You can get out. There are people that can help. There is a God who cares. And you can finally decide that its enough and you want something else. So that is where I am right now y'all. I am out of the hole. I see the light of day and the beauty that this life brings. I feel happy again. And y'all I am ready. I am ready to do the things that make me strong. I am ready to use the gifts that I have been given. I love to write and I love to talk and I love to share my winding journey. I have a powerful message of hope and healing and I am ready to share it. Stay tuned y'all. I am just getting started.
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