Wordless Wednesday

You'll sleep when your dead

Two kids go to bed early and rise at the crack of dawn, and the other two are responsible for getting themselves to bed. If bedtimes and early risers were my only enemies, I wouldn't be writing this in my sleep deprived state. I'm also the go to parent when it comes to middle of the night crises. 

"Mom I can't sleep"

"Mom I had a bad dream"

"Mom I'm about to, to, PUKE"

"WHAA BINKIE"

I've always been the midnight parent not because it's been decided. The kids just know Mom’s faster at shaking off the fog of sleep.

The sun always comes too soon! Coffee is my new best friend! And snuggles also help me wake. I just wish I could shake off those resentful feelings on the mornings that I've had another WORST NIGHT EVER!

Yes, last night was another rough night. I feel if I at least had balance of good nights and bad, I'd be more able to handle what life throws at me. Lately the nights have been teetering down.

Prayers are appreciated. Advice not so much, We'll figure get through this stage of life togehter. But if anyone throws out the saying "You'll sleep when you're dead." I'll punch them in the face then blame it on my psychotic sleep deprived state. Yeah, I'd never really do that but the image would flash before pacifist eyes. 

Hugs all around to mommies everywhere! We're all in this together, we'll get through this together! Then someday look back on these days with only happy memories. Just like giving birth!  LOL! 

Growing up is hard to do!

Growing up is hard enough without parents making mistakes hindering that growth. I love my kids and would never intentionally do that. But I have been made aware that in some cases, I was doing just that.

Emmalyn is going through the "I want only Mommy" phase. Where she would once go happily to Grandma and Dane, and now is hesitant. Lately, she required time to warm up. So as to not upset Emmalyn I would let her do just that. But the time it took to warm up was becoming longer and longer.

One morning I had just woken up with Emma and needed to pee. I had carried her downstairs and asked Dane to take her so I could go to the bathroom. As I went to hand her over, she clanged to me and whined. Dane insisted she'd be fine, but I didn't want her to cry for me while gone so I took her with me. At that moment while sitting on my throne with Emma on my lap I realized what I was doing. I was damaging the relationship she had with her father. The same relationship where she would gladly go to daddy every Saturday morning, to let mommy get some much need sleep in time with Sam. Dane's a great father! He knows how to make our kids comfortable and happy. In fact, he's the clown in our house bringing seriousness down a notch, helping us all to see the see the bright side of life! He's quickly fixed the gap between him and Emma, I just needed to let it happen.

Next, I'd like to share some insight Maddy gave me. One night while getting Sam and Emma ready for bed with me (yes they still bed share my bed), she asked me when I was going to get them sleeping in their own beds. Advising me (yes my 10yr old) that they would never be able to get to sleep on their own if they didn't learn soon. Those of you who know what she is going through now, know how much meaning that statement meant!

HMM.. any thoughts on how to get Sam and Emmalyn to start comforting themselves without my hair. I really hate the hair pulling! OUCH. Yes, it's loving to put your kids' needs above your own, but I believe it's blinded love to not differentiate between wants and needs. What they need is to be able to comfort their selves with out mommy, I can't always be there.

Thank You Trish!

I think it's important to let people know when they've inspired someone along their path! Blogging, is something that I've always loved! But because I never had much direction on how to blog, or what blogging meant to me, I only added pictures from time to time. Those that know me, know how much I have to say about things. I don't plan on blogging with the intent to push my personal beliefs on others, debate, or post things which have no meaning in my life. No, I plan to blog only for myself. To be able to look back and not only see the pictures I posted, but also the thoughts behind them. Along with digital scrap-booking, blogging gives me the visual creativity that I don't yet posses

So big thanks!

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Experiences Make Me Me

I've always felt the need to be understood and accepted. I've always sought out advice when I felt lost.

But how could I expect anyone to understand what I've been through and then try to give good advice.

They haven't' walked in my shoes, haven't seen what I've seen, heard what I've heard, not felt what I've felt.

Experience

My experiences make me who I am. Only the Father knows what's in my my heart. God is the only one who knows what path will bring me peace. If that is in fact his will. Heaven is our only promised peace.

I now understand why it is so difficult for us all to come together on philosophies. Why people are divided in our world, our country, communities even our faiths.

However I am now more at peace knowing God is in control.

I've learned to still seek advice and comfort when I feel lost. But stop and review what I know in my heart and use the advice or comfort only if it aligns to the teaching in the Bible.

 - unknown

*Feeling Blessed