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Being A Parent, It's All About Me, Our Family

I Was Meant for This Job

In my life, all 35, almost 36, years of it, I have held an abundance of jobs.
I’ve been a housekeeper in a hotel.
I’ve been a cashier in a department store and a gas station.
I’ve been a child care provider and preschool teacher in a day care.
I’ve been a server, hostess and attendant in a restaurant.
I’ve been a delivery driver in a business filled with men.
I’ve been a customer service representative in a cubicle.
I’ve been a bartender in a bar.
I’ve been an insurance agent and salesperson knocking at the door.
I’ve been a blogger at a computer.
Of all the things I have been there is one that I was destined for.
I was meant to change diapers.
I was meant to wipe away tears.
I was meant to kiss boo-boos.
I was meant to lose countless hours of sleep.
I was meant to scare away monsters under the bed.
Of all the things I’ve done in my life and of all the jobs I’ve had, the one I was truly meant for is the job of mom.

Mommy and Zack

I am a mom, before anything else.

My children are the reason I wake up every morning

and live and breathe every day.

I was meant for this job.

It's All About Me

My Dreams VS Reality

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In my dreams I wake up fully rested after no less than 8 hours of UNINTERRUPTED sleep.

In my dreams I am able to use the bathroom and shower without any little people watching over me.

In my dreams I am able to down a freshly brewed cup of coffee and check my email while the house is still quiet.

In my dreams I have a brand spanking new Chrysler Town & Country minivan.

In my dreams I spend my mornings running the kids to play dates and story times.

In my dreams my house is beautiful and clean and the laundry is always washed, folded and put away where it belongs.

In my dreams there is always a family dinner with a nice healthy meal (and dessert).

In my dreams my children are all well behaved and they do not fight, bicker or talk back.

The reality is that I have 5 kids. I am lucky if I get 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I rarely use the bathroom alone. Usually when I am drinking my coffee I am nursing the baby or fighting to keep my eyes open.

The reality is that my minivan is almost 9 years old, is filled with crumbs and carseats and every seat is occupied by a member of our family.

The reality is that I spend my mornings picking up around the house, working when the time allows for it and watching children’s programming on Netflix or PBS.

The reality is that my house is lived in, there is always dirty laundry, it’s never all washed, folded and put away where it belongs.

The reality is that dinner is always thrown together at the last minute these days because I am too tired to plan ahead.

The reality is that my kids are constantly arguing, someone is always yelling or dislikes the other one and they all talk back.

In my dreams my life is perfect, in reality….my life is chaos and I don’t know if I would want it any other way!

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The crazy busy emotional week from hell

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It’s hard to believe that week ago today our family spent the day up north with the Alex’s parents, grandma and 2 uncles to enjoy an early Thanksgiving together before my in-laws departs for their 3 week Trans Atlantic cruise. We had a great time, shared some wonderful conversation, there was laughing and playing, kids running to and fro and even nap time for those who had indulged in too much turkey.

24 hours after that wonderful family celebration, we found ourselves in mourning.
One of the uncles that we had enjoyed the holiday with had passed away very unexpectedly.
There we were, in shock, tears flowing and our hearts breaking.

24 hours after learning of the news of Uncle Chet’s passing, we learned that Zack would need to have surgery and have screwed placed in his right hip to stabilize a growth plate that had slipped causing him pain.

24 hours later, I was sitting in a hospital room with Zack helping to comfort him and get through the pain from his surgery.

Less than 24 hours later we were leaving the hospital and bringing Zack hope to start his 8 week recovery.

Yesterday we attended the funeral for Uncle Chet. We shared stories that made us laugh and cry and we remembered a great man. We talked with other family members about what needs to be done, who needs to do what, right down to shipping furniture here and there to ensure that everyone in the family has something to remember Uncle Chet.

In the past week, I have shed more tears than I have in the last 6 months. It has been crazy, busy and emotional but it is a week to give thanks and I will be forever grateful that we spent last Sunday celebrating Thanksgiving early allowing us that last chance to spend time with Uncle Chet before he made his way to heaven.