Today my oldest, Tater, turns eight. Since I am around him all the time, I tend to take for granted the quirky excellence that is my son’s trademark. I see that he is getting taller, but it isn’t until he flips on the kitchen faucet that I realize just how tall! Or he will ask a random (yet intelligent) question that just leaves me stupefied that 1) he asked it and 2) how the heck am I going to answer that?
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Being a mother is hard, and that is an understatement. There is an ever-present anxiety that goes with being responsible for these little things you gave life to, a life which they seem on a constant mission to END.
Everyone has moments in their life they are not exactly proud of, and I am about to share one with you. Sometimes doing what needs to be done in life is not pretty, fun, or politically correct.
Tonight I find myself doing the same thing I’ve done for the past two nights. Miss Sassy Pants is down in Florida with the grandparents and the hubster is in New Orleans. So yes… Julia is in bed and here I sit (again) watching a 3rd-rate movie on Netflix. Whoever invented Netflix really knew how to cure an exhausted soul! I’d break out a bottle of wine, but it’s 2:36 in the morning. On a weekday that might make me a lush…well, and I have to breastfeed in 4 hours.
Finances can be tight when you are doing the whole SAHM thing. I try not to look at the Sunday sale ads beyond groceries, because I hate to have something catch my eye that really isn’t necessary. Shiny, new things that really aren’t in the budget, you know?



