So I felt guilty yesterday after writing "horrible" child stories, so I decided I needed to turn over a new leaf. I swear every night I pray to be a better mother, but everyday frustration grows with the terrible twos and I wonder why she doesn't listen. Anyway, after getting them both to nap overlapping about a half hour, I was re-energized and thought the afternoon would go well. It started with waking her up from her nap and telling her I loved her, she gave me a big hug and we did fun things in the afternoon. Then when C finally gets home, I tell him how frustrated I am and I cry and he feels guilty for not being home more and I feel guilty for feeling overwhelmed. I mean they are my kids, why do I need time for myself? Ha. So, my thought was, that's exactly what I need. I need some time for myself. How am I going to get that though? I have no clue. Anyway, here I am writing more depressing things when my point was to be happy :) Today is starting out much better, but obviously we aren't visiting a preschool so obviously it's much better! I love my kids and they do make me happy. How could they not? So cute!
The pics are from Thanksgiving and the one from my grandma's birthday...cute stuff.
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I wanted to post this for you yesterday and I forgot...
We all have days like that (or weeks, or months, whatever)...
Just last week when we were in VA, Savannah had an absolute meltdown walking from downtown to the parking garage. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, took of her shoes and her coat (keep in mind it is freezing) and refused to walk. So, I pick her and all of her things up and continue to walk as she is screaming and kicking me. We make it to the parking garage and I can't find the car... we were on the right level, just went in a different elevator... so, Olivia is getting antsy and starts dancing around and dances right in front of me. But, I didn't see her because I am carrying a kicking screaming two year old. Well, we ALL fell down in the parking garage, with me on top. A little old, really old, lady came and helped us up. I felt like mother of the year!
love the hats!
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