Don't get it twisted, grandparents are great!

Sometimes, I just don't know what I would do without grandparents. Recently, I had my mom and dad fly down so we could go to a wedding in Austin. It's hard because they live in Indiana and we live in Texas but somehow they're always there when I need them. My mother-in-law too, she has never told us "no" (that I can recall). Even after finding out we were expecting number three, she swore she would never watch them all overnight. Not all three...Her words. Well guess who's bought a minivan for the grandkids?

I know they love them and I'm sure the best part about being my kids' grandparents is giving them back to me but I still don't know what I'll do if they weren't around. And don't get me wrong, we're not the kind of folks that drop them off every weekend. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that things happen and soccer games are booked at the same time and there's only two of us. No Jane, I'm not gonna say you were right and that three was too many...But it sure is a lot. So I guess where I'm heading with this one is THANK YOU! Thank you for loving my boys, thank you for loving us enough to love our boys. And please don't stop offering to babysit.

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Mom Fail

Today I swept and mopped my floors just because I felt like if I were a good mom they would be cleaner. Last week I forgot to make my son a lunch for a field trip that required a sack lunch. Just yesterday, after my attempt at being helpful and taking food to a friend, my kids were literally playing in a street and were almost hit by a truck. Yikes! When you compare yourself to the mom with the cute Sperrys and the perfectly planned outfit, the one with the newest Michael Kors bag that has absolutely no toddler stains on it or a diaper within it. When you lack professional pictures of your happy family for every season. The judgment you feel is your own. It can tear you apart inside and has a power over you like nothing else. This mom thing is crazy tough! But you're doing it. You are. We don't have to be perfect people because we are loved by a perfect God and he loves our mess. He will love you no matter who you are, what you do, or...

LINCOLN DANGER WERLING

Not all boys are as disgusting as you think...But mine is worse! No, really, there should be a new description of nasty in the dictionary with the picture of my third child! Not only does he play in the trash, eats things off the floor, stick stuff in the toilet and then back out again, but he is fascinated with Poo!!! It is unreal the amount of poop this child has come in contact with over the short span of his two-year life. No, not just his. Although, that is his favorite. I know what you're thinking. What is wrong with her? Why doesn't she keep a closer eye on her child? It's because this kid has to have been some sort of stealthy ninja in a previous life! Literally, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth or apply a little bit of make up and I come out and it's like I've entered a tipped over Port-O-potty disguised as my living room. I believe we've touched base about how he likes to be naked, and stick his hands in his pants. Is there a doctor I can talk ...

Today was awful. Awful people!

It started out simple enough. It's Saturday morning, which means soccer games and catching up on laundry, or at least restarting the dryer to take it out later. I wake up, see a chance to earn brownie points with the hubs and let him sleep in AND bring him breakfast in bed.Yeah, I'm cool like that! I let the dog out and get the younger boys up and make breakfast. Corbin (the oldest) had a sleepover at a friends, so I pick him up at 9:30, generously thank the amazing hostess for taking on my son and 4 others overnight--boy is she brave! I forgot to pack his game day uniform so he gets dressed in the car and we head over to the field. Corbin, Lincoln (the baby) and I arrive to find our field being used as a practice space for 3 other teams. I use my calm voice and get them to clear out. Meanwhile my husband is across town coaching Orion's game. I proceed to watch, blah blah blah....The day and its usual stresses happen. It averages out to 3 soccer games, 5 meltd...

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