Escape to Blogville: My Insane Decision to Keep My Sanity

After a long hiatus, I have come to terms that I either A, figure out this blogging thing or B, run far away. Far away like Ashley Judd in YaYa Sisterhood… I am opting for option “A” today. Tomorrow, you may find me in a remote area where the Littles, The Teenager, The Mini Adult and the Hubby cannot find me. There I may be relaxing with a book and a very large glass of wine. Whatever I will be doing there, it won’t feel like Ground Hog Day.

You know the feeling. I know you do. The same thing every day. Picking up after the same little Tornados that you are constantly harping on to pick up after themselves? I cannot be the only one that feels like my kids think the house is a giant Wild West Bar, the kind where you can throw your peanut shells on the ground and grown men just spit their tobacco chaw spit wherever they please. Let’s not get started down that path, we will save that for another blogging day, but you know what I mean.

This is the kind of day where it starts off being “That kind of a day.” It’s a late start Monday, so an hour of sleeping in? Not a chance. Kids have a certain programming that doesn’t allow them to let you sleep a few minutes longer. The Teenager, Vincent (14), also has a problem figuring out how to set an alarm. So, up and at em! He pretty much can get his morning going on his own, after I wake him up and go and make sure he really is up and moving 15 minutes after I initially wake him up. Still, it’s a wee bit frustrating most of the time. My favorite moments are when he actually sets his alarm and acts really irritated that I knocked and made sure he was up. This attitude also takes place when he says he is going to set his alarm and I DON’T wake him up. “Why didn’t you wake me up Mom???? Now I am gonna be late.” I am damned if I do and damned if I freaking don’t. I just repeat over and over again,”I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids,”

On to getting the Littles ready. Natalie, my sweet 6 (almost 7) year old daughter, has a problem with constantly losing her brush. This is a daily struggle. She has 3 or 4 brushes that seem to always disappear in the morning, right in the thick of our “getting ready” routine. Sometimes I just move along and help her find it, or go grab the Mini Adult’s hair brush and just use that. Sometimes I feel like Bruce Banner on the verge of turning into the Incredible Hulk. Today was an ” I may be morphing into a not so nice version of myself” day. Safe to say, I curbed it, grabbed the Mini Adult’s brush and repeated,”I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids.”

Ethan, the youngest of the 4, is brand new here. I don’t mean he is new to our family or to the Planet Earth (sometimes questionable!), I am talking if there are Old Souls, he is definitely a Brand New Soul. The energy this kid expels is awesome. Today, it was just annoying. Practicing some crazy Ninja moves off the couch, while I am in the middle of the hairbrush situation, he manages to get a karate chop on my arm whilst flying in a spin through the air. I may or may not have yelled at that point. I quite possibly could have begun the morphing process. “I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids.”

Did I mention that prior to all of this, the morning had all sorts of fun surprises for me? We were down to one towel, it was shower day. The majority of them were found behind the Teen’s door. Ugh. I just grabbed them and threw them in the washer with extra detergent. I am sure they were used for drying off only, but he is a teenage boy. I may have puked in my mouth while writing that. I am pretty sure I am going to start color coding towels now.

Did I ALSO mention that the Mini Adult, Kaitlynne (20), is currently taking over my car? She decided to put a couple quarts of oil into hers and killed her engine. We have a car we are fixing up, but until then, I am stranded when she is at work and I am at home. I am also stranded when I am at work and she is at work. It’s been a pain in my ass for the last 2 months. Huge pain. But, thank God we are able to figure out a way to make it work. “I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids.”

This also leads into why we had to walk in the rain to school today. It’s Washington, we are used to it. What we are not used to, is the non melting rain called “Ice” that has been plaguing our sidewalks and streets the last week or so. Of course we were running late getting out the door this morning. Of course I was more concerned with the kids slipping than I was for myself. Of COURSE I slipped on the ice. This was after the 7 year old was complaining that her rain boots were slipping off (they are a half size too big, it was them or nothing at the store) she put on her school boots that were in her backpack and I had to run/walk back to the house to put the rain boots back inside. How can I carry rain boots and keep my children from biting it on the sidewalk at the same time??? Guess who slipped on the sidewalk? Not them. Another Mom win!

After an enjoyable sliding walk to school, Ethan and I came home to a house just waiting for me to pick up what the Tornados distributed. I made myself some spinach and eggs, a pot of French Press coffee and sat down in front of the computer to finish some notes for work instead. The Tornado aftermath will still be there and even after I pick it up, another storm will bring in more debris. The daily cycle, or rather, the daily “Cyclone.”  Now here I am, writing this blog. Finally figuring out a safe and effective way to keep from morphing! Why didn’t I commit to this sooner?

A Patch Of Sun. This morning, my Patch of Sun was this computer. Vomiting my crazy morning to the internet world. Almost like a tech diary, only it’s not meant to be a secret. My goal? I am not sure yet. Keeping some sanity, grasping at whatever straws I can to do that, and being the best me I can be. Whoever that is.

Welcome to my crazy ass circus. My life. “I love my life. I love my life. I love my life.”

I hope I can encourage you to daily find your Patch of Sun and I also hope I can help you feel a little more “normal” each time you read a post. Feel free to comment or ask any questions. I am a Gemini. I like to talk.

Always find your Patch of Sun,

Nicole Michelle




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