Single mom for the week

Today marks the first day of a full week of me going it alone. And so far I have to say...it sucks. I would never want to be a single mom! Just in the last 24 hours I shattered my ankle (not really) by kicking a giant metal dump truck in the middle of the night, found plastic ninja stars in the toilet, lost the dog then found him again, and just now little Lincoln decide to spill a massive cup coffee (that I desperately needed) all over my laptop and my earbuds, which only had one working ear piece....Doubt they work at all now. And don't judge me on having coffee this late. I've got schoolwork to do still.

The one good thing that did happen today was that I didn't have to cook thanks to my MIL, she took us out to dinner. And it wouldn't be a Werling dinner out if someone didn't throw up (Lincoln).

This is going to be chaos. I predict you all will be seeing me on the news shortly. Headline: Crazy mom goes on the rampage!

I will break down, these kids will get the best of me, Gma will be called. And this house will stay a nasty mess.

Scott where are you? Come back soon.

To be continued...

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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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