My Monday Confession

Ok, I was going to make Mondays Monday Mission. But since I've added Tackle it Tuesday, I think I'll stick with Monday Confession.

So here is my confession for today:

I feel like it's 3 against 1 in the family. I don't mean emotionally. I mean work wise. I feel like I am constantly cleaning. No one helps. Don't get me wrong, if I scream and repeat myself 14 times, my daughter will take her clothes that she just took off in the living room back to the laundry baskets, but that's more effort than it's worth.

Same with toys. My daughter obeys my rule and only has 1 baby in the living room. My son somehow gets several trucks, then dumps a puzzle etc. He's only 2. I'm not really sure what I can expect from him.

Then there's my DH. Don't get me wrong. He picks up his clothes and takes them to the hallway. He carries his dirty dishes to the sink. But he doesn't rinse them off.

I do all the laundry, wash all the dishes, picks up all the rooms. No wonder my house ALWAYS looks a mess. I'm the ONLY one doing anything about it, and I'm only one person.

Anyone ever felt the same? Anyone have any suggestions. I don't want to ask for help from DH becaus cleaning and stuff is now my "job".

I'm frustrated.

My Monday Morning Confession

My confession for today is:

I wanted to delete this blog and create a new one. But I couldn't do it. I am going to share this blog with some people from church. If they aren't comfortable with it, they don't have to read it, right?

I feel very exposed, but I'm doing it.

The other portion of this post is to let you know that My Monday Morning Confession will be changed to my Monday Mission. I plan on using this to take pictures of projects I'm working on and the progress (or lack thereof). I'm hoping that by sharing it will motivate me to get things done. Instead of sitting around and watching Franklin.

I'll probably post my first mission later today. When I get the pictures taken. It's a scary mission, should I chose to accept it.

Monday Morning Confession

So this morning I am confessing to not having a job. Well, I still have the job of wife and mother. But I was downsized on Friday. A complete and total shock to both of us. My kids love it though. They hated going to my sister in laws.

So this morning I start my new job of stay at home mom. So far I'm a slow goer. I still need to do breakfast dishes, and I have to shower and get my kids dressed because we have running we need to do.

I hope I can train myself to be as good of a stay at home mom as I was an admin.

Please pray that God reveals his plan for myself and my family.

Monday Morning Confession...

I am waaaayyyy to sensitive about my mothering skills. We were at our small group/Life group on Sunday. My son decided that he would have a COMPLETE meltdown as we were leaving. As he was melting down my husband decided that he would share with our friends/life group leaders that my child was melting down because I never stand up to him. That I let them have whatever they want and give in to them.

I'll admit it, I do a lot of time. I CAN'T STAND for my kids to cry. I don't know if its because when they were babies I was the one to answer their cries, or if it's something wrong with me.

My self preservation says - it's not MY fault. I'm basically a single mom and I'll do whatever it takes to have peace and quiet. I'm the one that puts them to bed. I'm the one that prepares their food. I'm the one that's changed 95% of their diapers. I'm the one that stays up with them if they are sick or have a nightmare. I'm the one that takes them to all of their doctor appointments. Me Me Me....so of course they are going to cry for me. Of course they want me to do everything. I ALWAYS do everything.

So this week I'm praying that the Lord helps me to be able to listen to them cry, and to be more firm and resistant to their pleas, because in the long run it will make them stronger and better children and adults.

My Monday Confession

I cussed at a 14 year old punk this weekend. If I hadn't missed a dose of my psycho meds I probably would have let his slight pass.

I'll admit it I was in a pissy mood. I had been up most of the night with fevered children. My DH (and I use the D very sarcasticlly today) got up at 6 and went to cut firewood. I had to be at my mom's by 2 for trick or treat.

I thought if the kids were sick then I could get out of it. But to no avail. I have no idea why they were fevered. My son might be cutting teeth, my daughter might be getting an ear infection. I dunno.

Anyhow - I make it to my moms by 1:45 p.m. My mom lives in a gated community that surrounds a lake. It's where I grew up. The lake front houses have VERY VERY steep driveways and the lake is very large. So everyone that trick-r-treats drives. Some in golf carts, some on four-wheelers, some in cars.

This year my mom borrowed a trailer and threw some hay bales in it for the kids to sit on and hooked it to the old explorer.

Sounds peachy, right? Well it would have been, except my aunt's kids - Daughter is 18 and son is 14 decide they want to go. Not only do they want to go but the son brought a friend and the daughter brought a boyfriend.

On top of that my brother who is 12 is going - as well as my cousin who is 14.

The boyfriend and friend and my girl cousin are riding in the back of the explorer. Doing nothing but sitting on their fat lazy asses. Not helping with the kids in any way, shape or form.

Needless to say my irritation level kicks up a bit. I've already had to put them in check for language and I warned them that I wouldn't hesitate to make them walk.

So about 1/2 way around the other side of the lake I hear my girl cousin say - "Watch your mouths, there are children here and that was inappropriate". At this point two of the smaller kids had joined the fat asses in the back.

So I said - "Ok, everyone shut up"

At that point, the 14 year old punk decides to going into a monologue about how he's always getting in trouble by other people and that he didn't do anything blah blah blah. I said - "You probably wouldn't get in trouble if you would SHUT YOUR MOUTH."

So then the boyfriends starts his monologue and I say "I MEAN EVERYONE."

Lovely silence for about 2 minutes. Then the boyfriend says "Butter, Peanut Butter". So I put the car in park and tell them to get out. They didn't believe me. So I walk around to the back of the explorer and again tell them to GET OUT!! Which they finally do. It's a good few miles up and down steep hills to get back to my moms. But I don't care. They should have had more respect.

So the remaining teenagers helped very nicely with the kids for the rest of trick r treating. Amazing what some discipline will do!

So when we get back my aunt has gone and picked them up so their fat asses didn't have to walk. Then my aunt wanted to hear my side of the story because she had heard theirs. So I shared it with her. She said, ok, let's go talk to them. So we go over there and the 14 year old kept interrupting me, and looking away and rolling his eyes.

So I refused to accept his apology. Then he was like "What's your problem." I said what's my problem? It's that you disrespect me and treat me like a piece of shit in my own family's vehicle and home?? You are a guest here and were welcomed in like one of our family and then you turn around and talk to me like that. GROW UP. You don't act like that when you are a guest.

There was a lot more said, but no more cussing. But I felt bad about saying shit and raising my voice. But I was mad, damnit.

My Monday Confession

I don’t wash my new clothes before I wear them.

There, I said it out loud. I’m letting the world know. I rip the tags off of stuff and throw them on my children, on myself, on my spouse. I’m not worried about the chemicals from new clothes or anything like that. All I can think of is a way to save myself on doing laundry. I’m so excited to have something new that I don’t even want to take the time to wash them, I want to wear them right away.

Anyone else want to confess something clean today? You can confess dirty stuff on my other blog.