Wednesday, September 19, 2012


You guys.
I am exhausted.
Holy Smokes.

I started back to work full-FULL time this week. It's only day three.
Last night was a rough one.
Caderyn came into my bed around 2:00 a.m. because he'd had a bad dream. He isn't the easiest person to snuggle or sleep with, and after the fifth time of being slapped in the face I wearily picked him up and put him in his bed. But alas, he woke up and requested that I snuggle with him in his bed because he was scared. At this time of the morning, I don't negotiate with the kiddo, I just crawl into bed with him and put my arms around him until his breathing is slow and even. I zombie walked (or Mombie Walked) back into my room around 2:30 a.m. only to find that Gabriel was awake and fussing yet again. Gabriel must be coming down with his first ever cold because the poor guy was just miserable. Finally, around 4:30 a.m. I was beside myself. I was so tired that I brought him in to bed with me and we fell asleep until 6:30 a.m.
This is a big deal for me for two reasons. 1. I am a terrified co-sleeper. I rarely co-sleep with my babies because I have had nightmares that I've accidentally smothered them by rolling on top of them. Nightmares! and 2. I try to get up at 5:45 am to have some time to myself in the mornings to eat, read and get myself ready to be out the door by 8:00 a.m. so getting up at 6:30 a.m. set me into a little bit of a panic mode because, according to my schedule I was WAY behind.

But my little neighbor girl came over to help me get the kids ready around 7:15 a.m. and I was out the door by 8:05 and to work by 8:45 a.m. (early!).

And thus is the continuing pattern in my life right now. I'm awake super early, I get the kids ready, take them to daycare, drive to work, work, drive back to daycare to pick up the kids, drive home, try to make something for dinner, put the kids to bed, clean the house AND COLLAPSE.
So most of you might know our current situation, but there might be some that don't and that's okay , because I'm going to tell you. DUH. That's what I do.

Our current situation is this: My husband lives 114 miles away from us during the week while getting his Master's Degree in Business Administration and becoming an Officer through the University of Montana's ROTC program.
It was a tough decision to make.
Why? Well here are some points:
1. Quitting a job in this economy?!
2. Leaving your pregnant wife and your small son?! Now two small sons (no longer pregnant wife)?!
3. Putting the financial burden and all other financial responsibilities on your wife?!
4. Putting all parenting and other home responsibilities on your wife?!

But to be honest we didn't really see any other way for him to accomplish his goals any other way.
Jeff's got some big ambitions, and we feel that this detour in life will be a benefit to us all.
It might seem like a struggle now and the end point feels like a million years away, but before we know it, this portion of our lives will be past and we will be on to bigger and better things.

Doesn't this lame post kind of sound like one huge WHINE?
Well, it's not, I promise.
Here are some reasons I'm getting through my day today without anymore pity parties or complaints (but I might need more coffee).

1. Caderyn has gone 10 nights of being dry when he wakes up. Today he got a "Potty Prize" that we used as an incentive for him. He was pretty proud of himself.

2. When I put Caderyn to bed last night, I smooched his cheeks and said, "I love you Handsome Bear," (I know, where do I come up with these brilliant nicknames?), and his response was, "I love you Pretty Face." What a guy! He sure knows how to make a tired Mommy feel better.

3. Yesterday Caderyn got in a little bit of trouble at daycare for making toys hit each other in the "junk." Yep. He did. When the teacher told me this I just about dissolved into a fit of giggles, but I maintained a straight face because I knew this was serious. When we got into the car, Caderyn and I had "the talk." Or it was more like I told him about boy parts and girl parts and how we don't really talk about those at school unless we have to go to the bathroom and Caderyn kept trying to figure out how to say the word "penis." He kept calling it a "Feenow." Also, to clarify, I don't use the word "junk" to describe anything male. Unless of course there is a guy with a lot of junk on his front lawn that he needs to clean up...oh lord even that sounds wrong. But, just to again clarify, I don't use that word. So we had the talk and I think Caderyn eventually got the point, but I'm still laughing about it today. My three-year-old said "junk." That's just crazy to me.

4. Despite the fact that Gabriel isn't feeling well, he is still just about as smiley as ever. He's like, "Hey Mom I feel like poop, but that's okay because I totally LOVE you."

5. Speaking of poop, Gabriel took a HUGE one for me this morning. He hasn't pooped since Sunday so I had a little celebration and made up a song about poop while I changed his diaper.

6. THIS VIDEO: How could this not make you smile?

7. Jeff and I had a really good discussion this weekend about the future. We don't exactly know where we'll be about a year from now because of all the OPTIONS we'll have. This is scary (because we don't know) but great (because of all the options). This is the main reason we wanted Jeff to go back to school, so he'd have more options. We could be doing something with the military or we could be staying put or we could be moving. WHO KNOWS!? The possibilities are becoming more and more numerous and I'm seeing my husband get more and more excited about the future.

8. And, to top off this amazing post that I know you all will be so thankful you read later on (maybe in like a week or two it will really hit you just how thankful you are), Jeff got a part time job. A really, really good job that could lead to a lot more in the future. So not only will he be working and learning something new and exciting, but he'll also be pulling in an income that will help take care of daycare payments. Whee! My wrinkles just held off on their facial formation for another 2-3 years. wOOP wOOP!

And to close, THIS VIDEO ROCKS. I can dance like this!

P.S. This guy's motto is "Dress classy, dance cheesy." UM HELLO That has been my motto for YEARS.


B, in the Great Funkk said...

Your post just made my day. Thanks!

Sarah said...

Aww thanks! The "Pretty Face" comment and giggle video make my day too :)