Every day starts with grand intentions about “getting things done.” Then I spend the whole day in constant motion, on full mom mode- keeping the toddler happy, cleaning here and there, taking care of home stuff, trying to get blog stuff done, taking care of the dog, cats and fish.
And then I feel like I got nothing done, am totally exhausted and ready for bed, and then just do the whole thing over again. It goes something like this:
5AM – I’ll sleep just a little more and get everything done after he goes to bed tonight.
6:30AM – 8:30PM Spend all day entertaining toddler
8:30PM – He’s asleep! I feel like doing nothing!
9:30PM – I should go to bed early so I can get a good rest and wake up early and get things done!
5AM – I’ll sleep just a little more and get everything done after he goes to bed tonight…
and so on…
** It’s currently 9:28PM (when I wrote this) and I actually finished a blog post so I’ll just go pat myself on the back now…and go to bed 🙂
I spent some time yesterday crafting a post about how toddlers are assholes. It was basically just me ranting about my tremendously crappy day that resulted in me crying while my son ran off to pee on the floor. (#momlife at its best 🙄)
But I didn’t post it because it wasn’t a full article type post with a point and perfectly prepared pics. Ha! Try saying that 5 times fast.
My original blog, the anonymous one about my IVF experience, really gave me an emotional outlet. I didn’t care about stats and likes, I just shared to get it all off my chest. But things changed when I decided to do a “real blog.”
My posts became more planned out. I started thinking of them more like magazine articles. And sometimes I’m doing paid posts and it starts to feel like a homework assignment!
It’s making it all more like work and less like the emotional and creative outlet that attracted me to blogging in the first place. So while I still plan to keep that part going, I’m also going to just pop in here with no big agenda, no sponsored links and just write about life and enjoy myself.
So the blog continues to evolve… even if it is something of a step back to a simpler time. A time before I knew what an Amazon affiliate was… lol
We’re visiting my in-laws’s house this weekend (who are obviously grandparents) and I noticed some striking similarities between their household and my own grandparent’s house. I feel like these are things you run into at many grandparent’s houses. It’s like something that happens when you get older, you start to collect or display these odd items. Sort of like a teenager and their music/movie posters, these are items you display when you hit a certain age. I’m interested to know how many other people have run into these same things:
The Creepy Lifelike Doll
Where did she come from? Why is she hanging out? She’s not there to play with, just to look at it. And we are lucky enough to have her propped up on the dresser of the guest bedroom, so she can watch over us while we sleep. This one is not actually as creepy as her predecessor. We have no idea where she went…
The Grandfather Clock
My great-grandma had one of these and it used to creep me out when I couldn’t sleep. Like it was mocking me with every hour. My in-laws have one that marks every 30 min. and goes off on the hour. Why is this even a thing? It’s really annoying at 2AM.
I’ve run into this at every grandparent’s place – the Asian collection. My own grandmother re-did her entire living room in what she calls her “Orientals.” And my in-laws have an Asian room as well. My great-grandmother just had a few select pieces. But it seems they’ve all been touched by the Asian persuasion at some point.
Random Wall Art
I’m not sure how long something hangs on the wall before you feel like it’s time to move on, but most of the artwork found at grandma’s has been there for a loooooong time. I’m pretty sure this a 1960’s raccoon portrait. It makes me think of The Bloggess, lol.
The WTF Item
These are things given to them by friends who are being funny, that they keep and display. They serve no purpose, just take up space, and are just weird. I think this is a troll drinking beer. It has been here for the 18 years I’ve known my husband. Always in the guest room, just hanging out.
There are many other fun things to find at grandma’s, but these are just a few that jumped out at me on our latest visit. I’d love to see pics of what everyone else finds!
As a side note – my in-laws are pretty awesome. So this is in no way making fun of them or their decorating skills. Just a little observation piece 😀
Hello Dear Readers, the ones who enjoy my silly stories and (mis)adventures in motherhood. I’m just putting it out there that soon some of these posts may not be coming from me.
A lot of companies have been contacting me about sponsored content. The kind where they provide articles for the blog and include a few paid links. I figure it would be nice to generate a little easy income this way, but I’m just not finding it very easy to turn over my blog space to these average, unengaging articles.
And although they all claim to provide content tailored to my blog, it’s really just the usual “Mom advice” type posts you see everywhere, with nary a mention of a super hero or poop anywhere. It’s like they don’t even know me!
I’m trying to think of a new category I could make to include these since my Motherly Musings tab is reserved for my personal experiences. All suggestions are welcome! Something that says “generic parenting advice” without actually saying that, lol.
My life for the past few months has been a constant refrain of “Where does poop and pee go? In the potty. Poop and pee go in the potty. Are you sure you don’t want to potty? Why wouldn’t you want to put poop in the potty? I promise you can look at it all you want, just put some &%$# poop in the potty!!!”
Potty training has been tough! And then a few days ago, he FINALLY sat his butt down and pooped in his little potty. I was so damn excited I snapped a photo and texted it to my husband so he could share in the joy of the moment. I stopped short of posting it on Facebook, although I came pretty close to recording it as a “life event.”
So in all the months of begging and pleading for this milestone to occur, I hadn’t once stopped to think about what I was supposed to do with it once he actually succeeded. Suddenly I had a diaperless toddler with a dirty butt and a giant turd to deal with. I cleaned up the kid first and decided I’d deal with the turd later. He was begging to see his handiwork, so he got to supervise while I dumped it in the toilet. He looked so happy, so proud, pointing and saying “I did it! I did it!” I tried my hardest to keep smiling while gagging from the stench. It was rough, but I didn’t barf so that’s a win for me too. I let him flush the toilet and then his big reward was ice cream and going pantsless for the next two hours. And my big reward was cleaning the poopy potty bowl. And gagging some more.
I’m hoping this is a turning point in our potty training endeavors. It’s a big milestone at least! And a learning experience for me – I’m now encouraging him to sit on the real toilet with a potty seat. I’ve got enough crap to deal with already!