I know that I am a bad poster…
My big event is almost here, and I have to focus my efforts there until Sunday.
I anticipate that I will post on an almost daily basis once I’ve successfully completed this project…and you can expect a blog post about the event once it is complete!
“Mommy. Moooooooommmmmmy. MOMMY!”
“Darian, I’m sleeping.”
“I need you to rub my back in my bed.”
“um, no. I’m sleeping. It is night time. I’m not going to rub your back in your bed”
Imagine the sound of a fire truck in your bedroom. Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhwooooooooooooo.
That is what my daughter sounds like when she is tired, cranky, and doesn’t get her way. This goes on for 3 hours.
I really wish I could tell her to shut the f* up. Honestly, I almost do. Momma isn’t full of tact at 3 am.
I won’t bore you with the details of the next 3 1/2 hours, but let’s just say she woke up her brother every 7 minutes with her out of control screaming and made herself almost puke 3 or 4 times by sobbing so hard, insisting every moment that she needed to have her back rubbed in her bed.
She ended up sleeping in our bed and stealing all my covers, dripping milk onto out sheets and kicking me in her sleep. The worst part. This isn’t giving in. She didn’t get her way, but Jared and I didn’t get ours either.
At least we stuck to our guns. No back rubbing in the bunkbed.
From experience, I know this wouldn’t matter. When she gets this way, there is no stopping her. She is completely out of control. Nothing we do will stop the terror.
No one slept and while she gets a 2 hour nap at noon today, I have work all day, an evening without my husband until 7:30 pm, and my best friend’s birthday after that.
Nights are hard. Really hard. Have always been hard.
I worry that these are signs of some mild bi-polar behavior. She becomes inconsolable and disrupt all of us. Her brain shuts down. I see it happen. Zero to atomic fireball in 10 seconds or less.
This happens at least once a day. The middle of the night is the worst, and last night may have been the longest night we have had with her in years.
But…she is 3. It could just be the age. Let’s hope it’s the latter and I’ll prepare to the former.
You know who I feel bad for? Rhys. You’ve never met a better sleeper. He wakes up happy, goes down easy, and has been sleeping through the night since he was a month old.
Bees and a hive.
My chickens to be here and their house to be finished.
A goat.
A kegerator.
Rain barrels.
2 less plum trees in my backyard. (Yes, Bill, you can have ’em.)
The time and money to do/get these things and to be able to play with them all day.
Nice weather, a 3 day weekend, and no plans.
To see this smile all day every day.
I have so many desires. So much that I feel would make my life better, make me a better person, teach my children more, help me get closer to my goal of maximum sustainability.
I have work to do. Lots of work to do at home and TONS to do every day at my job.
This has been a very challenging month for me, and I don’t see an end to the madness until mid May. I am running 2 businesses, trying to run a family, waiting to hear back about a new job for my husband, HE’S starting a home based side business, and I’m coordinating a Career Day for 180 Middle School students and their parents. Plus needing to get my garden in within the next two weekends.
I guess what I want most of all is a quiet place for my thoughts to go, an early morning cup of coffee on my porch on a sunny day, watching my garden grow with a clean house and BBQ meals planned all weekend.
And really, this weekend I get to seed/plant swap with Carri, play with my kids all day Saturday, the garden will get closer to being planted, and the coop will probably get finished. Baby Steps.
My “wants” really changed as I started thinking this through.
I guess you have to start somewhere.
Inspired by a meet-up with Bossy and 6 other bloggers last night, I am finally going to get this party started.
Spring storms are maddening for me. The rain teases me with each pitter patter. My fingers twitch with longing, and my tomato plants are stretched toward the skylight, leaning as far as they can toward the natural light.
D and R spend hours undoing my cleaning efforts inside during rainy days. I get frustrated, wonder why I had kids at all…
Then they dress up like fairies and all the frustration melts away the way butter melts into a steaming baked potato, their cuteness oozing into every pore of my being and reminding me that I am the luckiest woman on Earth.
This blog will be about my adventures as a career woman, mother, wife, cook and gardener. I am looking forward to writing again and having a forum in which I can share my love for my family, my garden and cooking beautiful, perfect food.
Dirt don’t Hurt.
Dirt Don't Hurt 