This is not a full blog post. There are no photos and no thought put into this. This is just spontaneous writing. Probably has no correct grammar whatsoever.

Ok so I just want to start out by saying that today was a great day. I kind of wish I had a You Tube channel just to vlog on days like this. Only because it’s a topic of conversation with almost everyone I know in this way: How was your day? oh today was ……… all shit show ensues (if they are being honest) and that’s when I usually realize that every single person I know has their own experience and trouble on a daily basis that it revitalizes my compassion for other people because although they have their own trouble each day, they don’t really air their dirty laundry but you know it’s there because you have it yourself. That’s totally fine if they don’t air it, because to each his own, but I do have to say that today was one of those exceptional days that I was having a hard time and then in explaining the day to my sister, we both couldn’t help but laugh about it and I thought, I really need to just share this with whoever will listen.. Also it doesn’t compare, not even a little bit, to real life problems but it’s a stay at home mom problem or just a regluar mom problem, and also not even a problem… just a story about the day and also an ending “realization” to the day that I hope will help with other parents out there to know you’re not alone.

Anyway….

I went to Target with Bailey (7months) and Liam (5yo) and when we got out of the car I realized Bailey had taken a shit. So then I was like, ok cool I am going to change her diaper in the car because she gets freaked out by the loud noises in the bathroom by the flushes and the hand dryers. Meanwhile it is 120 degrees (feels like) in the parking lot and Liam is running around the car, in a totally packed parking lot, so I am trying to change Bailey’s diaper without passing out from heatstroke, keeping her on the trunk platform and not rolling off onto the tar ground and also making sure Liam doesn’t get run over by a passing car and it all works out fine.

Previously, on my way to Target, Sean calls me and says “can you get me Chipotle and bring it to the office”.. “Of course honey” I say…

Then we get in the store and Liam wants to only go in the cart that has the double kid seats behind it (fuck you Target) which is awesome because it’s a double length sized cart that is almost impossible to maneuver with two hands, let alone one hand because now Bailey wants to be held and will not sit in the cart. So here I go through Target pushing this limousine of a cart with one hand and a baby on my hip and then Liam starts yelling at me for not buying him every item in the store. Life is awesome rn. Then I have to pee so bad so we run to the bathroom and now Liam has to pee (he didn’t have to every time I asked him for the previous hour) and I have nowhere to put Bailey while I pee so I just hold her trying to take my pants off. Side note: jeans stick to skin when you are in 120 degree humid Florida weather. While I am trying to go to the bathroom, holding Bailey, Liam is opening and closing the door and thinks it’s hilarious because I keep asking him not to. Then he sees me trying to redress myself with Bailey in my arms and offers to help me pick up my shorts (sweet boy) but is pulling my shorts up while my underwear are still stuck on my sweaty ass knees and mind you I am still holding Bailey. At that moment I get a text from my husband saying “when are you going to be here, I am fucking starving and also can you get ‘other guy’ food too?”. At this moment, I want to scream. Bailey is crying and yelling because someone is drying their hands with the loud jet dryer and the toilets keeps flushing because they are on sensors and there’s so much noise that she is startled constantly. Life is still awesome rn. I get to Chipotle and Liam refuses to get out of the car and that was it’s own shit show.

I bring the food to Sean and Liam wants to do a whole new array of things, mostly playing with the “adopted squirrel” that Sean has outside his office and now Sean is freaking out because he is trying to eat lunch while also being called for a meeting and his son yelling at him to play with the squirrel (it’s still 100 degrees outside) so I pack both screaming kids in the car and head home.

My sister stops by as I get home and I happily have a glass of wine with her as we talk about life and how it is going and I tell her about my day so far and as we laugh, I realized that I would never trade this day in for a free alone day at home or a 9-5 job or any other scenario where I did’t have my kids. I can see that I bitch about things in my life and 5-10% of the time it is about my husband or my kids but I also see that 90-95% of all of my life happiness is my husband and my kids. And even though husband hates me at this very moment because I made him take the kids, feed himself dinner and leave me alone for almost an hour while I wrote this, I can say that we will be fine and the kids will be fine and we will all go to sleep tonight and wake up in the morning cuddling and I will feel like I have had a satisfied fulfilled day with the family. I hope that when you read this, you also realize that even if a small percentage of your life is driving you crazy, you look at the larger percentage that makes you happy and fulfilled. I love you all and I am typing now with one hand because I am holding Bailey, Sean got real sick of waiting for me to finish this post… sorry for any typos or bad grammar. oops.

 

xoxo

shannon