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Me and my best mom friend, when we're sidelining at the playground
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Me, the morning after the toddler gets past his most recent sleep regression:
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Sweet Jesus
When the kids have gone to bed on Sunday
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There's this overbearing and exhausting illness you get when you become a mom. Maybe our brains are out of wack, or we 're less treatable because we 're moms but I have to clean.. ALL THE TIME
Mom's of the World when do we get to have a lazy day? Who said we were In charge of all things organized and no rest? Is that a rule?
Why is my brain not allowed to relax without feeling guilty for relaxing?
I come home and tell myself :
'Ok self you are going to put Aiden to sleep and then TAKE A NAP!'
We are superheroes but we cant figure out how to take a decent nap? Go figure.
Ladies and Gentlemen this is called:
The Nap Written By Clarissa L
"Well Im home, baby is already napping with dad Why dont i take a nap too?"
How am i supposed to sleep when the house is a mess? I'll just put away this one pile of clothes and then lay down. Wait... let me just put away the shoes too that way the rooms looks more tidy. You know what i might as well sweep It 'll take 2 minutes. Hmm. Just a few dishes and then its me and you sofa.
*1HR Later finally Lays Down* 😊😴
>Que Baby Cry 😐😒
The End
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Better Half
I dont talk about my husband much but i do have another wonderful man in my life other then my son. Though I try my hardest to be a great mom, rarely am i an easy wife to deal with.
Our family is just that, FAMILY. We started out small, both working crazy shifts, and living hectic lives (mostly me) My Husband was probably the only stable thing in my life.
We married young and fast but fairy tales are not often easy to come by. It was just the two of us for a while and then my little mason came along. (He is a dog) but he was our first major responsibility and trial run for the next exciting chapters to come.
Every time i imagined my future self telling my future husband i was pregnant it was always so long and drawn out. Like some novela that was super dramatic, where one person was less excited then the other (usually the husband) BUT that was not real life at all.
When i was almost positive i was pregnant we had only been married a few weeks. And there i was with my $1.49 pregnancy test hesitant to pee, knowing this would be the most crucial pee of my entire life.
I think Jairo said "You 're Pregnant!" Just about 20 times in 1 minute. Never did i imagine id be the unenthusiastic one. He was soooo excited to have a family. In fact for the next 9 months that's all he ever talked about.
"Im married, and im having a kid.. " was he conversation with everyone. "Im married, and im having a kid i dont have time to waste on.." (a foolish fight, a foolish person, or a foolish dead end job) He had no intention on letting anything stop him from being the best dad he could be. And that was exactly why i married him. He didnt let anyone stop him, from being better. He WANTED better for him, his family and friends, and for me.
Without him i wouldnt be where i am today, i constantly remind myself of that when im having rather bad days, and can be tough to handle. He gave me a beautiful life, we push eachother and we choose to succeed together. We choose to soak up what life gives us, the good, the bad we take it all in and together have grown so much in such a small time.
Im forever indebted to him even if he doesnt know it. And i am forever greatful to be with him.
My husband is an amazing father. I think i fall in love even more when i see him and my son together. The moments they share and i get the privilege to be a part of are all blessings. He truly is my better half .
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Its been a while
So its been a while since ive posted. TBH i forgot my password waaay too many times. But i also wasnt inspired to write, until today.
My son is a 1 year and a half now. In the midst of squeezing my brother in law into our family circle and making him comfy i started losing my vision of all my sons bedroom ideas and what i wanted to do for him.
So starting this month ive made sure Aiden has a space that he can call his OWN. And so far its worked out pretty well. I have a book worm on my hands as well as an artist. (Like his Dad) so this weeks project was drawings. I taped up construction paper all over our walls determined to get him to draw and he DID.
As much as i love working, my son is my main job. If that means staying up gluing and pasting pictures, and make his corner the best (instead of cleaning 😕) that's what im going to do. Lol cant wait for you to see the finished project.
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Neglecting You
I feel so terrible i havent posted stuff like i thought i would. Honestly, i figured being home id have more time and i literally dont. Between a newborn, dogs and trying not to pull my hair out blogging is the last thing on my mind. Ive been neglecting writing when really thats what i should be doing more of. Ive come to realize that as a mom being home alone with a baby all day makes you a little stir crazy. And well..baby talk is fun but after a while you miss actual conversations. I catch myself going out to the store or food shopping and im literally conversing with random strangers. Its a little sad. When my husband comes home i either want to run out of the house or talk him to death (mostly complain) Complain how i need help or want a break when honestly im just jealous of the fact that hes working. He gets to go to the city everyday and walk around instead of sitting still for alot of hours in the day. Even peeing. Im jealous.. Yes. Jealous that he gets to pee when he wants to, eat. Times flying. Aidens almost 2 months now. I love the days i get to spend with him. How i am catching every moment while my husband tells me he wishes he was home more so he wont miss certain moments. I think i forget that sometimes. We re jealous of eachothers occupations at the moment which is ironic but expected. Anyway, i promised i wouldnt disappear for too long so ill be writing again soon. Promise 😊📝
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An adult is one who has lost the grace, the freshness, the innocence of the child, who is no longer capable of feeling pure joy, who makes everything complicated, who spreads suffering everywhere, who is afraid of being happy, and who, because it is easier to bear, has gone back to sleep. The wise man is a happy child.
–Arnaud Desjardins
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Baby boy learning the classics... 80s baby in the making ❤😘 love you
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Kisses for the munchkin.. Mommy loves you
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Its a little crazy but for the first time i went more then 10 minutes away from home without you today... I walked around yes feeling much lighter and less stressed. Maybe im terrible for feeling that way but at the moment it felt true. I said "ahh now i can get some things accomplished but wait do i feel too happy?" I sit on the train, stsrt sorting through pics. Low and behold all i can think is 'I NEED to go back home. I miss him way too much. And why the heck is his grandpa not picking up the phone so i know hes ok!?' It feels good missing you Aiden.. You were attatched to me for way too long for me to not miss everything about you when im far away. I have crazy mom stress but id take that over every other kind of stress. Ive never had a better reason to be so stressed but thankful. You're happy, healthy and growing way too fast. But im blessed that you exist everyday
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