Another day in motherhood

Motherhood seems to be a constant onslaught of battles. There are many times of peace but when it hits it hits. The waves of issues to be dealt with hit you one after another, well now that I think about it that just seems to be life in general....hmmm....

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Anyway this week has been a tough one. A week that brings you to lean heavily on your vices, whatever they might be.

My work out schedule has be neglected and so has any hope of eating smart. 

I have done more laundry then I have done in a month and there is still more waiting to be done. I have waited in a doctors clinic for over two hours with two kids under the age of five and lost my marbles in the parking lot at work.

I am scared to go to sleep tonight in the fear of waking up and facing tomorrow and all the joy it might bring. 

Maybe that sounds a bit dramatic but it has been a rough 4 days.

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No one informed me how tough being a mommy is. It has fabulous and amazing rewards but it is also the toughest thing I have ever done, if you know a mom do something special for her, even it is acknowledging all that she does.

A piece to the puzzle

I have found that I view raising a child like a puzzle or a mystery. You give birth to this being. you feed it you clothe it and it forms an opinion. 

You would think you would be given an owners manual to deal with tantrums and bad behaviour but it just a bunch of trial and error until you find the right choice for that one specific occasion. Then you move on to a new situation and you must start from square one and figure it out all over again. You go through this a couple of times a year always figuring out a new piece to the puzzle. Sometimes you luck out and find that one piece works for several situations or sometimes just small modifications need to be made.

If you are crazy enough, you have a second child and for some reason you think that what you have learned from the first child will apply to the second. Granted in some instances it does and you find that you are much ahead of the game on child number two and sometimes they just laugh in your face. This brings me to my dear, dear Roslyn.

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She laughs in my face. She does not give up too many pieces in her puzzle but once and while after much trial and error I figure a piece out. 

Yesterday I figured a piece out. It was a moment of clarity, I tried not to openly celebrate in fear that she would begin to laugh at me.

She is Trouble with a capital T. She knows who she is and she is only 3. She is cute and loving but she is trouble.