Anxiety, the wonderful genetically passed on chemical imbalance in the brain. (which haunts me on a daily basis)
Baby sitting, the world which intensifies and highly aggravates my Anxiety. Oh and don't forget
Pregnancy, the one that has contributed to large bulging sensitive veins, back problems, fun girl infections and lack of Energy. All these ingredients put together has made me one hell of a Madusa. My poor family. By the end of this year I'm sure they'll be asking Santa for a new mom and wife. :p
Don't get me wrong, I know my family loves me. The kids I baby sit I love dearly. But enough is enough. Taking care of others children is harder than it seems. The eating of boogers, sharing of germs, the demands, the melt downs, the separation anxiety etc. After a day of battle, I feel like my energy and emotional well has been taped dry. By the time they leave, Riley has attached himself to my leg like dentures to gums with a newly applied strip of poly-grip. (not that I would even know, I still have all of my teeth in-tacked). :p But I realized that since I got pregnant, caring for other kids has become more stressful, and has been affecting my whole family as well. That's when I realized that maybe making a little more extra money may not be worth it. My husband makes enough to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. We are blessed and I shouldn't feel guilty for putting my family first. So I have decided that the end of December is the final cut off for my services. I want to be able to enjoy the rest of my pregnancy and family without added stress. Sorry, for this little tangent. Sometimes you just have to throw things out there.
On a positive note, I have a wonderful husband and sweet little boy. I have been given so much and love my life. My point to all of this is "do we really need to add garbage to our truck that doesn't need to be there?" Sometimes, I think we as people in the society that we live in, think we need to do things we really don't need to do.
would cause something so crazy like this?!?! My world was running smoothly. I had cleaned almost the entire house and was so proud that I wanted to make a batch of cookies. Unfortunately, I forgot one little thing. Riley has a fascination with hiding things in beds, the base speaker, toilets, drawers, pretty much anything that opens and yes the kitchen oven. Brandon and I have repeatedly told him that it is NOT an option to put things inside the oven. Just when I thought the message finally sunk in it obviously hadn't. I preheated my oven and noticed a plum of black smoke rising out of the boiler exhaust. Thinking that my oven was dying I turned it off and looked down to notice the flame inside my oven. Unlike the picture above, I used douses of water instead of baking soda. :p I ran around the house like a chicken with my head cut off opening windows, the front door, the garage door and gathering fans to circulate the smoke. My fear was having the alarm go off and the sprinklers dousing all of our things. While doing all of this I had to protect Riley as well and make sure he didn't go anywhere near the oven. When all was said a done I took inventory of what burned. Riley had shoved two hot pads (my favorite ones) and a rag on the oven coils. So instead of the sweet smell of cookies inside our warm house on a cold day of 8 degrees we spent 4 hours in a cold burnt smelling house with no cookies. :p At first I really wanted to cry, but I realized the humor of it all. Now I have a fun mommy story to share and the knowledge that children really do get into EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!
Our attempt for a quick family photo!
Riley LOVED the dirt clods more than the pumpkins. :p
During Lunch Riley and Brandon got to meet the Chick-fil-A Cow!
As you can see from the picture below, there is no mistake that she is a girl.
