Shout Out to all My Fellow Stay at Home Moms!

I spent a lot of my spare time perusing through Flipboard. I had more spare time when my son was an infant and I was nursing him. These days, I’m just trying to keep him from climbing on the roof and sky diving off into his wading pool, so needless to say my spare time is waning. I did; however, stumble across this little blog post during a spare five minutes I had yesterday and I felt the need to share it with all of my fellow stay at home moms out there.

If you’re a SAHM, you’ll probably be shouting “AMEN” to most if not all of these. If you’re not, I still think you’ll feel some empathy. Here’s a little hint of the blog post and the actual link. Enjoy and AMEN!

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It’s summer and the livin’s easy, right? Mmmmm … sure but no. The kids wake up with the sun (4:58 am) despite your best efforts to seal their windows with 89 layers of 30 gallon black garbage bags and duct tape. You feel guilty if you’re not outside enjoying the sun and shine but the second you get outside someone’s wet and dirty swim diaper needs to be changed and you’re positive the garden-happy neighbor is going to call the cops if he hears one more of the kids’ scream fights over who gets control of the hose aka control of the fun. The kids don’t understand why “bedtime” happens during daylight because according to the sun 8pm = 4:30pm and they fight you. They fight you hard.

So. You know you’re a stay at home mom (etc!) WHEN …

1. You get your 2-year-old dressed before noon and she asks “um, where we going?!”

2. You’re positive your husband didn’t hear you when you said, “the baby finally cut that tooth” …

I’ve started following Camp Patton! You should as well!

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Patience, Young Grasshoppers

I’ve said it over and over…I’m not a patient person. I knew motherhood would be a test since patience was never one of my virtues, nor did I ever strive to attain any. What was the point? Well, there is a point to it especially when you become a mother. That point being, if you don’t develop it quickly you’ll go insane.

One of the things that has really bugged me about my son is the fact that he seems to be a little late in the talking arena. I feel he’s late, but everyone else says he’s right on schedule. “Right on schedule” doesn’t exist in my lexicon. You’re either early or your late. There’s no in between. So, basically, he’s late. And of course, add to it the fact that I’m an overachiever and competitive by nature, then my poor son doesn’t stand a chance. Or at least he used to no longer stand a chance.

I’ve begun to adopt a level of patience especially since I’ve become a mother. And what I’ve found is that the patience has paid off.

Davey is picking up so many words every day, words that seem ridiculously impossible for a child to say, words like “octopus”. He’s putting words together and creating sentences like, “Mama, I see Dada pee.” I completely astounded every day at the level his brain is expanding. On a side note, it would be super awesome if he’d learn to say “mimi”, at least for my mother’s benefit!

These days, I’m no longer concerned about how quickly he’s speaking especially in comparison to other children. These days, I’m actually a little bit jealous of the moms of those children who aren’t speaking a lot. They’re getting peace and quiet.