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Yep, I Just Peed

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After birthing to two massive children, I don’t exactly have the best bladder control. My first child was over nine pounds and my second was right at nine pounds. They scarred me for life. You don’t recover from something like that. (Although I hear there are a few surgical options out there but that’s a discussion for another day.)

I have recently come down with the nasty cold that is going around. Now on top of the runny nose, sneezing, cough, sore throat, swollen eyes, and headaches this miserable cold has brought me, I have to remember to cross my legs constantly. Not cross my legs in a funny way like “you better cross those legs before you get pregnant again.”  But, cross my legs as in, I’m about to sneeze and if I don’t cross my legs the floodgates will open and soak this couch I’m sitting on.

I have a hard enough time holding in my pee when I’m not sick. I mean, I go for a walk and 10 minutes in I realize I have to pee and the rest of the way home I’m waddling like a duck on crack because my pants are soaked. It’s a problem I just can’t hold it like I used to before babies.

The hardest part is standing up and having to sneeze or cough. How do I casually cross my legs and try to hold my pee in without anyone noticing? I guess I’d rather them notice me crossing my legs than me soaking my pants. Maybe I should invest in some sort of adult diapers? I’m not even 30 years old yet and I need to worry about peeing my pants. I need to think about wearing an ultra thick extra long maxi pad when I’m not even on my period. What the hell is this!?

Here is my advice, ladies. Just kidding I have none. I don’t know what to do. I just know it’s a problem and it sucks. Every time I sneeze I pee a little. Sometimes I pee a lot. That is just the way it is, I guess. Yet another glorious part of being woman!

Is this a problem for all of you mama’s out there? Or am I a weirdo that should go to the doctor because I have a problem?? Let me know in the comments!

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Chores, How young is too young?

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I am CONSTANTLY fighting with my two year old about cleaning his room. This is the one chore he will fight me to the death on. He ALWAYS wins. Why? Because he’s a little shit, and I am weak. His favorite game is to pull out every toy and book he can find and then throw them on the floor or in the crib. When I ask him to put the books away, he usually responds with, “No, how ‘bout you do it, Mommy.”

WTF? How am I taking orders from a two year old?? I always give in because I’m tired of walking into his room, stepping on a Lego and falling face first into a bowl of two day old cereal. Every now and then, he obliges and will half-ass clean up. (I can’t really blame him on that part, I half-ass clean everything.) It makes me so proud and so happy and I really try to show him that. I just wish it would happen more often.

He LOVES to help me with laundry. He likes to take the clothes out of the washer and put them into the dryer and then take them out of the dryer and into the basket. It makes the process about 100 times longer, but what the heck, he wants to help so I let him! He also likes to help unload the dishwasher. This one is a little trickier because I have to get anything sharp and breakable away from him as soon as possible. He will pick up anything he can reach and hand it to me to put away. Again, it makes doing the dishes about 100 times longer, but it’s worth it.

Did I mention that my son is a technological genius? He can pick up any phone/tablet and navigate to YouTube and watch his “Daddy Finger” videos. He can also get to any game and figure out how to play it within minutes. If my son can pick up an electronic that I’ve had for years, (and haven’t figured out how to use) and learn to use it in 5 minutes or less, he can clean his damn room. A few months after turning two, my sweet little boy turned into a bossy terrible two year old. I think I let him get away with too much. No more, it stops here.

When he wakes up from his nap, he is marching straight into his room and picking up all of his toys. Then he will grab a mop and get to work in the kitchen. No more free rides around here. He is two years old. He needs to learn that life is hard. It’s time learn that there are no freebies in life. You want that PAW Patrol yogurt for a snack, get to cleanin’ son. I’m not entirely sure what other cleaning I can have him do. But this has to teach him some responsibility right?

What types of chores do your children do and at what ages did they start? Is two too young? Am I going to be turned in for being a child slave laborer?

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You Can’t Pour From An Empty Cup

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Have you ever heard the saying, ‘You can’t pour from an empty cup?’ I’m here to tell you that I think that is BS. If you are a mother, you can pour from an empty cup. You HAVE to pour from an empty cup because sometimes you ARE an empty cup!

I’ve recently put this to the test. My five month old daughter was hospitalized for RSV. It was the most stressful week of my life. I got a total of 5 hours of sleep in 3 days. (Not an exaggeration.) I hardly ate or drank anything the entire time we were in the hospital because I was there by myself most of the time. I handled almost everything alone. My cup was empty, I was empty. But somehow, I kept pouring. Every little thing my daughter needed I was there. I was alert. Delirious, but alert. I never let her see how tired and beat down I was.

As I sat there in the hospital bed with my baby girl, covered in her vomit and mucus, all I could think was how I would do anything in the world to keep her safe. How even though, I feel I have nothing to give, I would still give everything I could to her. My body was so tired from no sleep, and sharing a hospital bed with my baby, but if she wanted to be held, I held her. If she wanted to nurse, I nursed her. If she wanted to play, I played with her. I have no idea how I was able to do this. No idea how I didn’t just pass out on the floor and die. I really thought I was going too.

This is why moms are superheroes. We defy the odds. We go against the laws of nature. If it comes down to it, we don’t need sleep. Moms don’t need to eat. We don’t need to shower. A mother will do WHATEVER it takes to keep our little ones safe. Even if that means giving more than we have to give.

I know, I know, when given the opportunity we need to take care of ourselves. But in a situation like this, there was no taking care of myself, and somehow I still was able to give. I hit rock bottom, then kept digging. Because I am a mom. I’ll never stop. I’ll never quit. I will drink a cup of nasty hospital coffee and force myself to squeeze a drop of something into my “cup”.

When God created women he put something in our hearts that activates when we become a mother. Something that kicks in when our children need us. He created us to be able to give when we have nothing. I can’t tell you how it works. I can’t give you advice on how to keep on giving. It’s just something inside of us that happens. Most of all it happens when you love someone more than you love yourself.

This is why I believe you CAN pour from an empty cup.

Have you ever been in a situation like this? Have you ever felt like an empty cup? Let me know in the comments!

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What The F!

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In my house, I like to think that we really try to not curse around our children. We fail epically but at least we “try” right?

My two year old son is like a mocking bird. He acts like he’s not listening but he is. You will say something, and then a few hours later he is repeating exactly what you said. Maybe this is a trait that will help him later in life, who knows. For now, it’s bad because every time you slip he is listening, just waiting for his opportunity to make you feel like a bad parent.

One day, my sister-in-law and I were sitting in the living room while my son was playing on my phone. ( I know, another great parenting moment.)  We were in the middle of a very serious conversation, I’m sure, when my dog decides she needs to go outside. My sister-in-law hops up and opens the door, my pain in the butt dog runs outside then runs right back inside. She really is obnoxious, I mean it takes a lot of energy to stand up and let a dog outside right?

We continue our conversation and about two minutes later my dog is at the door barking again, wanting to go outside. My SIL jumps up and yells, “Rugar, what the F!” She really did just say F.

Then my son, who hasn’t said a word in half an hour, even when we were talking to him looks up and yells, “Rugar, What the F*&@!!”  He DID NOT just say F!

I turned away from my son laughing so hard that I almost peed my pants. (yes, another great parenting moment.) We really did try to hide our laughter, but I just couldn’t. After several minutes, I was able to compose myself and explain to him that the F word is a bad word.

It’s then when you really feel like a great mom. Where did he hear that? Do I really say that word around him often? I really try not too! He probably heard it from someone else. I’ll go with that because It makes me feel better about myself. Also, it’s extremely embarrassing. What if we were at church? What if we were at play group? What would other moms think of me?! Thankfully it was my sister in law who was there, who wasn’t judging me…out loud anyway.

Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever slipped and your child repeated it at the worst time? Tell me in the comments!

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Teething and Breastfeeding

Teething And Breastfeeding

My daughter is 4 months old and decided to get two bottom teeth at the same time. It is a fun little milestone, “Oh, my baby got her first tooth!” But it’s not very fun when you are a nursing mother.

I exclusively nurse my daughter.  She hardly ever takes a bottle, which didn’t bother me a bit. That is, until she got her first teeth. Those little razor sharp teeth of death erupted over night and they HURT SO BAD.

I swear, either she is trying to show me that she is in charge or she thinks my boob is a big hunk of the juiciest steak.  She likes to sink those little teeth right into my nipple and she isn’t satisfied until I’m screaming out in pain! Then she looks up and smiles at me with those big, beautiful eyes, like she knew she was causing me pain but she doesn’t care.

I now have the fear that every time my little one latches on it will be the last time I ever see my nipple attached to my body. When my boobs see my daughter coming for them, they automatically invert and hide behind my spine.

I put a teether in my baby’s mouth and she grabs it and throws it as far away from herself as she can. I think she really prefers the taste of flesh.  She constantly keeps her fist in her mouth; how she doesn’t bite herself into a bloody mess is beyond me. If it’s not her fist, she wants me in her mouth. I must have boobs of the gods, they soothe the pain, relax, and fill the belly. I just wish she would understand, biting mommy’s god-like boobies isn’t nice.

This is just another thing that makes women so badass. We can handle so much pain that most men don’t even know about. Does it stop us from breastfeeding? No way.  It’s just pain. If she bites my nipple off, oh well, I’ll grow another one. I think that’s how it works.

Have you ever fed a teething baby? Tell me your stories!

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