Maternity clothes are (in general) too big and make me look like a house. My regular clothes are too small and make me look obese. It’s a lose-lose wardrobe situation right now. That plus the two pounds I gained this week are not helping my self-esteem. I just feel gross.
So I am just getting this post out of the way because I feel awful and just want to eat ice cream. Which is the opposite of what I should do. Blerg.
Tank Top: Some random brand that I’ve never heard of
Shorts: Ann Taylor LOFT
Band: BE Band, from Target
Everything else is excellent- the boys are wonderful, Spike looked good at my appointment this week, all is well. I’m trying to focus on that but the feeling blah thing just gets me down.
If you’re local to San Antonio you should head over to the zoo tomorrow to hang out with Tillamook Cheese. They’re awesome and it should be a fun day!
Yesterday morning, the older boys were playing while I read books with Chuckles. There was a lot of running back and forth and plotting. The usual. Then I heard a door slam, with Fidget on one side and Mini-Me on the other. The following was overheard:
Mini-Me: Let me in! Let me in!Fidget: Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin*Mini-Me: LET ME IN! LET ME IN!Fidget: Not by the hair on my…. HAIRY HAIRY BALLS! **
*Bonus points to Fidget for making the Three Little Pigs connection so quickly
** All literary bonus points revoked for ball references
I am not usually one that says things like “Ugh, boys!” because in general I feel that a kid’s personality is more of a factor than if they are a boy or a girl. But I will go out on a limb here and guess that if I only had daughters I wouldn’t be hearing the tale of the Three Little Pigs corrupted with hairy ball talk. Moms-of-daughters, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.
How was it this boy:
And not this one:
That dragged the three little pigs through the gutter?
(And in case you are wondering… yes, I laughed out loud and yes, I gave a shout letting them know that the language was inappropriate. I was just glad they couldn’t see my face as I admonished them.)
This past Sunday, as you might know (because if you have a relationship with your mother and you forgot, I’m sure she’s guilted you with it by now), was Mother’s Day. I’m feeling very lucky to have my whole family around me, including Sergeant Handsome. I think this is only his second Mother’s Day (maybe third?) that he’s been able to be here and not working… so yay! I am loving his new job and how much time he gets to spend with us. The best gift from him over all the gift giving holidays this past year has been his decision to choose this career path, even if it isn’t permanent, so that he can spend more time with us and just. be. home. That’s not always a given in the Army (and there aren’t always career paths available with minimum deployments), so I appreciate that he actively looked for a way to make sure he wasn’t gone all the time. I’ve been thankful on every special day we’ve gotten to spend together, rather than apart.
But enough about that because he also gave me a perfect Mother’s Day (this guy is a winner). I woke up late, hooray, as Fidget ran into my room bearing… a big glass of orange juice and a can of whipped cream (?), yelling, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” Um, thanks, kid? Luckily that entrance was quickly followed by Sergeant Handsome and the other boys, bearing chocolate chip waffles, a present, and a card. The whipped cream made more sense then. Also, the waffle maker I gave Sergeant Handsome as a gift was turning out to be a good investment for myself.
I ate breakfast and opened the card from Sergeant Handsome and all the boys… which naturally made me cry. And then I opened the little red box and found a new personalized necklace with all the boys’ names on it. Sergeant Handsome has gotten me a new one for Mother’s Day each time we’ve added someone so I have several. But I love them all and wear them combined on one chain. He got a new one because of Spike and had a little pendant made with Spike’s name on it too. Which I’m sure had the person making it scratching his or her head, because our boys have nice, normal names and Spike would seem odd in the mix. But I love that he already includes Spike as part of the family.
The morning was spent reading gossip magazines (my guilty pleasure) and catching up on tv shows on Hulu, as the boys wandered in and out making me laugh. Then I napped when Chuckles did (if possible I love naps even more when I’m pregnant than when I’m not) before all my men went out on an adventure while I read a really good book. Because did I mention that the day before I went to the library all. by. myself? It was awesome.
Before they left for the adventure Mini-Me gave me his present: 51 cents he found on the floor. He generously suggested that I could put said money towards a zoo train ticket for himself. Can’t fault him for honesty, at least.
When they got home from museum and shopping adventures I got the boys in their pjs while Sergeant Handsome prepped dinner. Then early to bed for the boys so that I could dig in to the roasted asparagus, twice baked potatoes and perfect steaks that Sergeant Handsome made for me. I would have taken a picture of it before I ate it but it was too good not to dig in to immediately. Then it was as good as it looked so I ate it all, quickly. He even got (break and bake) cookies and ice cream for delicious cookie sundae desserts. Mmmm, I want to have that for dinner every night.
It was a great day- just enough time with the boys to appreciate that they make me a mother and how awesome they are, without so much time that they annoyed me. Time for a good book AND some gossip rags. TV shows AND my favorite foods. A new family necklace. Sergeant Handsome even thought ahead and bought me some chicken parm to have for lunch the next day, since it’s one of my favorites, so I wouldn’t have to think about lunch for myself on Monday.
Now excuse me while I go eat some salad to counteract all the treats I had over the weekend and into Monday…
