My Squishies & Veggies

Prepare yourself for a lot of rambling.

I don’t think I would say that we run a very tight ship around here.  The squishies go to bed late, they wake up late,

 they take naps on the couch at 3:00 in the afternoon.

Actually they watch episodes of The Office when they are supposed to be taking a nap at 3:00 in the afternoon.

 He knows good t.v. when he sees it.

I’m not sure we’ve ever made it out of the house before 11 am. Seriously, one morning I made the mistake of making a 9 am dentist appointment and I literally had to load the kids into their car seats still sleeping in their jammies and then change them into their clothes in the car when we got there.

It’s weird but it sort of works for us. Sort of.

I am a planner. I like to plan and make lists, and schedule and make lists, and know exactly how my day is going to play out. Luke on the other hand, likes to “play it by ear”. It’s his favorite.

“What do you feel like for dinner?”

“Let’s play it by ear”

“Do you need to run errands on Saturday?”

“Let’s play it by ear.”

“Should we have more kids or be done?”

“Let’s play it by ear.”

“I think I’m going to shave my head today and get a lip ring.”

“Let’s play it by ear.”

You get the idea. I have tried to make schedules but I usually just end up stressing myself out because as soon as I sit and write down a schedule with laundry, working out, naps for the kids, craft time, etc. I feel like it has to be enforced and then I get all crazy. I can get crazy sometimes..it happens. So after a couple of days of  trying to stick to a rigorous schedule and letting a silly piece of paper rule my life I say screw it, trash the paper and get back to living our hectic, little, weird routine.

I saw a mom at Costco yesterday with 4 kids in tow and she still managed to look completely calm and put together. I, on the other hand am carrying a screaming Bella (because she thinks she should be walking around the store pulling things off the shelves instead of sitting in the cart) in one arm and trying to help Maddox with the other arm so he doesn’t make a complete mess of his clothes with his hummus sample. I love hummus and all but it does not make a mess-free sample. All the while, pushing a giant Costco-size cart and having my 36 pound purse drag on the floor (because it won’t for the life of it stay on my shoulder) leaving a trail of personals behind it. My list? Oh, It must be back in the freezing cold veggie section. My Costco card? Umm..that’s probably in the trash along with Maddox’s empty hummus sample cup. Every time I am out and about I have at least 3 people say “Wow! You’ve got your hands full.” Um..yeah. I’m never put together, and honestly I don’t know how those women like the lady at Costco do it. I’m always just going to be that frazzled mom I guess. The one who has toys all over her house and marker all over her couch and doesn’t care because kids are messy and aren’t always scheduled.  They are also cute and squishy and totally worth every frazzled minute.

It’s not realistic to say that Maddox isn’t going to need to use the facilities as soon as we are all loaded up in the car or that I will get in a 30 minute workout every morning or that I will even get 4 loads of laundry washed, folded and put away in one afternoon because you never know what’s going to come up.

Like say holding a sweet, sleeping, precious, angel baby that is growing up too fast.