accomplishment

the old me

I often wonder, at what point in my life I morphed into the person I’ve become? I’m assuming I made my transition between high school and becoming a mother. It’s hard not to wonder what like would be life would be like had I not married and had children so young. I wouldn’t trade my children for the world, but I think it’s a rational feeling that everyone in some point in their life has. Am I right?

I see quirks in myself that 5 years ago I would have never dreamt I would have. I’ve become an over analytical, obsessive, moody mother. Thank you estrogen. Life seems so much simpler for men! Ugh! I look in the mirror and realize that I look like a tired, worn down mom who could give two shits how she looks. I don’t want to be that person, Even though I am in fact, a tired, worn down mom, I certainly don’t want it to show in my appearance. I’m too young.

So with that in mind, I have a goal. I want the body back that I had three babies ago. The process will suck ass majorly, but I can do it. I have no clue where to start. It’s hard to go from cramming chocolate down my throat when I’m having a “meltdown” to eating celery or cucumbers. I plan to take baby steps. I don’t like feeling like I can’t have something to eat, that’s why diets never work for me. I hate to exercise knowing I’m doing it to lose weight. I do however enjoy working out. I’ve neglected one sport that had once been a very important part of my life. Rock climbing used to be my favorite past time. It isn’t easy to make time for that sorta’ thing when diapers and breastfeeding TWO babies come first. The joys of being a mom. But I’m going to make an effort to make time for myself and work for the body that’s hiding it’s self from me at the current time. I can do this.

My Heart

These little boys can melt my heart in an instant. It's unbelievable how my life has changed since becoming a mother. It isn't always easy, but I wouldn't change it for the world. They make me want to be a better person, and become who
I've dreamed of becoming.




My three sons.

Being Obsessive

It seems frightening to me to share my intimate thoughts and feelings with the world, but you only live once, right? My whole life I’ve kept some sort of journal, rather it was on paper or online, and I’ve been able to choose who I want to have access to them. It's time to join the rest of people my age and be a part of the blogging world. I can't keep all my toughts crammed away on paper or stored in my mind, it's time to let loose. So here goes nothing.

As a mother, I find myself obsessing over things that I never thought I’d obsess over. Hell, I’ve never been one to obsess over anything, so this is strange for me. I’ve become one of those over analytical - germaphobe mothers. Frankly, the kind of person I never wanted to be. I was sitting at the doctors office the other daywith one of my boys, and a teenager sneezed without covering her mouth! I wanted to slap her across her pimply face and her mother too for that matter. It was quite obvious that H1N1 is quite contagious, and that most of the children sitting there could cook an egg on their feverish heads and she sneezed without covering her mouth. Are you effing kidding me?!?! What kind of manners has that child learned? Ugh! Needless to say, I wanted to tuck my child underneath my shirt (don’t worry Alicia, I’d never do such a thing! Lol ) and protect him from all the funk that the room had been contaminated with. Gah, thinking about that makes my skin crawl!

For the almost three and a half years I’ve been a mother, I’ve wondered to whom I can place blame on my being obsessive. I haven’t always been that way, so what’s changed? I find myself stressing out WAY too much over breastfeeding my twins, and if I’m giving them enough, and if the routine I’ve set is what’s best, because there has to be a system that works better than the way I’ve doing things, right? Why can’t I be content and confident in myself with breastfeeding, it’s suppose to be a natural thing, not something that causes my neck to feel as if it’s in knots by the end of the day. Why didn’t anyone warn me how hard being a mommy really is? It’s not just losing independence or stinky diapers, or empty bank accounts, it’s so much more. But really, when it all comes down to it, when I go to sleep at night, I’m happy.

As much as I love my kids, I often feel very overwhelmed. I wonder, "what in the hell have I gotten myself into?" After a few days with the husband gone, my stress level sky rockets. A woman can only handle so much. After countless shitty diapers, 15 minute naps, temper tampers and whatever else my children like to throw my way, I'm done. I want a break. A long one. I then realize the importance of "me time." When I do manage to squeeze time for myself in the day, it's short lived. I feel guilty for leaving my husband alone with two screaming babies and an overly stimulated, energentic three year old. I need to realize that he can handle them by himself and that i'm not supermom. I realize I need to quit being obsessive.

So there we have it in a not-so-organized modge podge of words, my first blog etry. I did it. Sigh.