Messy Mom Bun in Full Force

If there has ever been a tall-tale sign of me being tired its my messy mom bun. I have inherently curly hair, so after I shower I have to make a conscious decision to blow dry/straighten/tame this mane or throw it up in a bun and hope for the very best the next day. I like to think it’s one of those buns that looks effortless but cute, however more than likely it looks like a squirrel’s nest. We are currently on day 2 of a mom bun situation. To give a little insight my day went like this:

5am: Wake up and try to pull myself together enough so my patients wont second guess my professional abilities

6-7am: The circus begins: Get everyone dressed (against their will), fed, and try to not be late to…everything.

7:30-noon: Work work work (precious adult interaction time)

Noon-3pm: Eat lunch, pick up middle child from daycare and try to convince him that the dentist is a fun place to visit, and then inevitably visit dentist for the 1st time…dentist currently retains all her fingers so thats a plus.

3-6pm: Pick up other children, attempt to make everyone happy for 30 minutes so you can make dinner for children to complain about said dinner. Except the baby, He’ll eat damn about everything

6-7pm: Bathe the kids to wash off those nasty boy smells they picked up through the day.

7-8pm: Play time with the babes, which tonight included pillow fight and climbing on daddy until someone inevitably gets hurt. This turned into looking for a movie everyone could agree on for 15 minutes to only watch it for another 15 minutes before bed.

8-9pm: Meal prepping for the rest of the week because we are so trying to be good but I gotta say Reese’s  Easter eggs are so gooddddddd and I often think to myself I think I’d rather be fat.

9:30pm: Shower which turns into to inevitable mom bun…

And this is with the help of my wonderful husband! Whew, I’m tired just re-hashing the whole thing. And then I think to myself, tomorrow is the beginning of 10 hour days for the next three days. This Mom bun might become a permanent fixture for the week.

As I was toiling away today I thought about my patients. Most of them are retired and have grown children of their own. If you have ever been to Physical Therapy, you know its about 50% exercising and 50% talking, or at least that’s how it is at our clinic. We have a ball and our patients become our family after awhile. We know about their kids, their grandkids, their lives before retirement and so on and so forth.

Today when I peeked at myself in the mirror after shower and thought “woof….oh well…” I laid down and thought about my patients who come home to empty rooms and silent halls. Right now, My kids think my husband and I hung the moon. They think we know it all and are in utter shock when we don’t. We are the kisser of boo boo’s and who they call out for in the dark when they’re scared. We are the retriever of snacks and we can make everything alright when their world is upside down. I am tired, and some days overwhelmingly tired, but I can’t really imagine it any other way. They will only be little for so long and then they will grow up, find love (I hope), maybe move away, and have lives of their own. I told my husband tonight, one day we will come home and there won’t be any squeals of laughter and the thump, thump, thump of feet running towards us. There won’t be mommy look at me or Sunday snuggles.

So messy mom bun it is. Today, maybe tomorrow, maybe for the next foreseeable future, but it does mean more time with my babies and my husband. Because time is fleeting, and my babies get a little bigger each day. A little closer every day for little birds to leave the nest. So, Rock those messy buns and pony tails ladies, heck grab a hat if you want, those little ones don’t mind, all they care about is that you are present and doing the best you can. And just in case someone needed to hear this today, You’re doing great mom. image


The long and the Short of it

Oh lord it’s been a hot minute y’all! So much has changed in 4 years including 2 more babies, a big move, 3 jobs later and here we are! A few weeks ago, I was talking to my husband and I said to him, “I think I want to start up my mommy blog again.” Other than be taken aback since its been literally FOUR years, he was all for it. It was all further confirmed when  I was talking to one of my oldest friends this weekend, we were talking about “what do you do for you?”. I started to think about it and thought well, I don’t have any real hobbies except baking and napping lol. My life is mostly working and being a mom and wife. And I thought, I really enjoyed writing this blog and helping other mom’s through humor, mutual respect and humility (and maybe a little wine).

A quick update on our life! We are currently the proud parents of three beautiful boys. Currently I’ve realized anything in our house can be made into a sword, dinosaurs are the bees knees, “don’t touch that” is a phrase that really holds no merit, and the louder the better. I am still a clinical Physical Therapist working full time but hoping to hit that jackpot big any day now ;). My husband is just as wonderful as he was 4 years ago and has taken up the hobby of gourmet cooking and gardening! A hobby my belly and I can really get behind.

It’s funny now I look back at these old posts and think dang this lady used to make her own sensory bottles and bags. This mom would say heck, I’m sure I can find that joker on amazon and prime it now.  On the flip side, that same mom was terrified of going to the commissary in fears that my baby Mason would cry but now I tote all three boogers with me everywhere and they know the harsh reality of a mom’s glare and threats in the Kroger grocery aisle. So much has changed from baby #1 to baby #3 its unbelievable.

So much has changed and four years later I’ve decided that no mom is perfect. I’m almost positive those Instagram mom’s at some point have fed their kids some sort of processed cereal and their kids have picked their boogers and survived to tell the tale. I am now a mom that believes in herself and understand that I will make mistakes daily but also will apologize for it. I have learned it’s okay to accept help and some of the best mommy’s don’t do it alone. I have learned that my husband, as my best friend and partner, is just as capable of parenting and I need to delegate because a tired mommy is a help to no one. Even though I feel it daily, I try to shake the guilt of being a working mom. Its hard coming home to babies you feel you haven’t seen all day but conversely so tired from working all day you feel that you can’t give your whole self to them to start. I can only hope one day they admire how hard their mommy worked trying to make people feel better.

I’m so glad to be back and though many things have changed since my last post four frickin’ years ago, I still believe that mommy’s need bottles too….especially the ones filled with red and white 😉