The Legend of the Superdads

WARNING: Sorry if I piss off any fathers in the making of this post. Please read at your own risk.

Since this trip on motherhood, I've encountered that when I tell people about my wonderful husband who does work full time and helps out a lot with our one year old and two year old, I hear a lot of stuff like this: "Oh my gosh, he helps you with the boys in the morning." "He works full time and drops them off at daycare? WOW" "Oh poor guy is still in his work clothes, he hasn't even had a chance to change" He does so much, what an amazing man, amazing, husband, he's like superdad"

Why is it though, that I'm a female that works full time and basically does the same thing and let's be honest people, MORE as most mothers do, the reaction is "Meh....That's great for you. You're doing exactly what a mother should essentially do. What a blessing."

WHAT the heck?! Were we born with different bodies or brains than a man? Do women magically make extra time so they can do their hair, make up, and get ready for work, in the same time that it takes a man to get dressed. Do woman have a superpower ability to make dinner over a hot stove while carrying a baby without burning both of them? Do we have eight hands, two brains, and four legs to do a ll the crazy stuff that parenting requires? 

Breath...relax Steph. Come back to the light.

To all the mama's out there!! Scream it out loud. We are supermoms! We play the role of mom-wife-lover-employee-cook-cleaner-laundry folder (the worst, ack) and probably hundreds that's I've missed. The expectations are completely unrealistic and yet how many times do you get a golden star for being super mom. Almost Never.

Dads this is not to say you're doing a horrible job. I understand that you guys think you're giving 125% and that's appreciated. It's just that your baby mama is probably giving 1000% and you don't even realize it...it's like those lunches just magically get made on their own. 

So Mothers pat yourself on the back, make yourself a badge of honor, pour yourself an extra glass of wine tonight in honor of your many roles that you play...because you are a SUPERMOM! 

Need a Christmas Miracle with Your Toddler??

Sing along with me!

All I want for Chrismas is...

To leave my children with their grandparents in Missouri and travel to Guatemala with no tantrums...

Oh is that not how it goes?  Well for one night Ryan was seriously asking me to consider this. Luckily we are madly in love with our little brats and have chosen to bring them.

BUT my gift to all parents out there is to be real with you! And let you know that no matter how much you love your kids especially this time of year, its hard and I will not judge you if you hit up that glass of wine one extra time when timmy throws a tantrum and makes his body dead weight because he wants gold fish not chicken.

Yep those holiday memories.

Here is a little extra help if you're reading this and nodding... or crying :)

http://healthland.time.com/2012/12/21/its-the-holidays-how-to-handle-the-inevitable-toddler-tantrums/

Door Knobs and Other Challenges...

After an hour of trying to put a little sick 2 year old down for a nap, he somehow got the door to his bedroom locked and stuck.
I of course went into Mom Mode, I tried to calm him down and after 20 minutes of trying to bang the door down, I got a screwdriver and completely took off the door knob and lock. I rushed in ready to save my little baby...He had put himself to sleep and was snoring away. Yep...

I looked back at the door knob in pieces, and thought...crap the door...on a good note, apparently I know how to use a screwdriver!

Bye and Hi Again!

So it's that time of the year again, where I find myself in a different place of my life, so what do i do?

Make BIG IMPORTANT life choices? IMPROVE myself as a person?
Nope.

I make myself a new blog, and you know what else, I won't feel bad about it this time. I loved blogging, but I felt bad every week that would go by and I wouldn't have a chance to sit down and write it because I was busy cuddling with my babies (or washing vomit off my clothes).

So here goes one more blog for all 8 of you that follow me...and it will take probably 3 minutes to
write and less time to read. It will contain a treasure chest of inspirational and completely irrational thoughts that go through my head as a parent, the reasons that I crave a cocktail at 3 in the afternoon and  comments that I find myself saying that I NEVER thought I would say until these beautiful delinquents that I call my children came into my life.

I hope you enjoy them. And if you don't, stop wasting your time reading this, because that's the whole point of this initial post. Life is short and precious and we shouldn't feel bad about spending time doing the things that really matter to us. We should celebrate those times and make just a bit of time for all that other nonsense we call "work", "laundry" and sometimes even a "blog".