Am I a Grown-Up Yet?

Ok so I rented a movie on Tuesday, it's Friday and I still haven't seen it! I remember my Mom doing this my whole life. She never watched a show all the way through. I don't think she's seen a comercial since 1980, because those were her mini-marathons when she folded the laundry, straightened up the kitchen, scrubed something or just got up to run around in cirlces because she simply couldn't sit that long. The same senerio plays out during all meal times as well. Mom is the last one to sit down and all through the meal she jumps out of her seat 10 seconds before you can think of what you need. Why do we do this?


Today I was watching one of the few shows I actually sit down to watch and I think I got up about 10 times... Wipe the counters, put away the pumpkin bread, check on the kids, fold the towels, reload the washer and dryer, bring the cat in, finish loading the dishwasher and starting it, clean up the bathroom one last time.... yup that was 8 times, about the amount of commercial breaks in a one hour show.

So I am my mother. I knew the day would come when I'd have to admit it and it's here. As her child, I just wanted her to sit and enjoy the movie or meal with us instead of fussin' around. We wanted her company. As a mother, I just want everything to run smooth without my whole 'process' falling to bits. I want to fulfill my family's needs. I don't mind becoming my Mother so much though, because my Mom is a wonderful Mom and now that I'm behind the scenes running my own production, I can truly appreciate everything she did for us. The movie can wait a few more years.

Finally

OK so I'm finally going to start writing here. I've had this blog open for almost a month now, but just couldn't find the right moment to start it. Then yesterday, I found myself say "Oh, dear Lord..." so many times that I thought, OK now's the time.

Oh, Dear Lord.... why does my child think it's funny to paint the table in ink.
Oh, Dear Lord... why won't my baby sleep.
Oh, Dear Lord... why is it 90 plus degrees in October.
Oh, Dear Lord... what is this sticky stuff I just stepped in.
Oh, Dear Lord... why did I just eat a mini Snickers bar, when I'm trying to get rid of this baby fat.
Oh, Dear Lord... what was my husband thinking when decided to work late, again.
Oh, Dear Lord... why is Allie eating foil?

OK so you get the point.

I realize that I might be starting this blog off in a seemingly negative way, but it's the complete opposite. You see, I love my life. I feel like I woke up one morning and amidst all of the chaos of my daily life, I have a wonderfully loving husband, two beautiful and challenging children, a supportive family and great friends. I run into challenges daily but I wouldn't have it any other way. So when I'm sweating my butt off in October as I'm fighting a two year old to get out of the car, while my 6 month old is strapped to my back and pulling the baby hairs on the back of my neck, so that we can get to music class 5 min late, I'm really loving every moment of it! And then, when we actually get to the music class and I bring out my best annoying mommy voice to repeat the phrases, "Good job, baby", "Allie, listen to mommy", "Allie, NO", "Allie, Allie, ALLIE!!!!", while the baby is now drooling on my back, I might appear to be losing my mind and patience, but I know I'll lay in bed that night and tell my husband that we had a great time in music class. So how is it that I can be living in chaos and loving my life at the same time? I pray. It might not be a formal prayer on my knees and in the church, but I have a running dialogue with the Lord all day long, so that I can keep my wits about me and have perspective on life.