There he is.....!!!!!

Sometimes in the chaos of everyday life, with one kid fighting with another, dog chasing the cat, bird chirping loudly because someone forgot to cover her, parents calling because they haven't heard from you and wanted to know if you are still alive......you forget....you forget that the other adult in your house isn't a roommate that you are sharing bills or responsibility with...it is your husband, the guy you chose to marry and have the kids...the dog...the cat....the bird....it's the partner you chose to be with.  I know......that was ........a long long sentence. My fourth grade teacher Ms. Garrett would not have approved. 

Do you get me though?  That guy or partner or significant other that lives with you.....yeah him.....you actually dig him, at times like him and you love him ....really you do and actually at times forget he is there. 

My mornings are crazy during the week. I get up..work for an hour...then Milah usually wakes up after. I change her diaper, put on her fancy pink clothes and give her a bottle. Then I feed the cat and feed the dog. Usually by this time our Ginger has come back from her walk with daddy and is full of energy. I start breakfast. Boys wake up, (daddy is gone by this point) I make sure they get their morning chores done and dressed. Then it's breakfast while the kids are eating I rush to get dressed. Then I make lunches or pack the lunches in the book bags and put everything by the door. Breakfast is over, I brushed their teeth, comb their hair, pack the car, put ginger in her crate, say hello to the bird Pearl, change her food if it's needed, kiss Bashfull our cat goodbye, put the alarm on and I'm off. First stop is Lucas at the bus stop, then drive Milah to my parents, drop her off then it's off to Noah's school. After dropping Noah off, I drive back to my house and switch cars...I get in my work car and start my field work. At the end of the day, it happens all over again. I drive home, switch cars, drive to pick up Noah, then Milah and back at my house to get Lucas from the bus stop. And it doesn't end there......no sir.....the second phase of the day begins. 

Usually after Lucas gets off the bus, it's homework with both kids, then it's sports like swimming, soccer practice, piano lessons, religion classes or tae kwon doe. Happening on different days. Then I cook.....a home cook meal. Only Friday's do we do pizza night but every night I cook meals that include protein and veggies and good stuff for growing kids. Then it's bath time, book time and then bed for the kids. Then for me it's work again for about two hours every Monday thru Thursday. 

The whole time Fabio is there. Helping with homework, taking them a bath, reading to them, clearing the table, putting them to bed, yes he is there and we talk but it's all about the kids nothing about us. Usually by the time I finish work he is sleeping and the whole week is the same. We only get to catch up on the weekends. And thank God for texting, I talk to him more through texting these days. His mom told me the other day, "oh Fabio didn't tell you". Haven't spoken to him in three days I responded. She said you haven't seen him in three days she asked, I said "oh I have seen him, I just haven't spoken to him about anything but about the kids". We are two ships passing through the night. 

We laugh that we have no time for each other and through the week we do text each other " I love you, miss you,...along with take out the garbage, don't forget sports night is Friday oh and we need milk. 

One day we will have all the time in the world when our kids leave our nest until then we have to keep going and never forget how we got here. It's just like that saying 

"It all began when two people fell in love". 

"I promise I will not poop in the playground anymore".

"I promise I will not poop in the playground anymore"....yep....that's what our four year old son Noah says to Fabio and I every morning during breakfast when we are advising him and his brother about how to behave at school. For Lucas is "focus and listen". For Noah it was that too until the Poop Incident. Last week I happily went to pick up my sweet boy from school. I waited anxiously outside his door, couldn't wait to see him run straight into my arms. Even though he is my crazy maniac....that's exhausts me....and hurts my ears from his loud singing and his loud imitations of bombs going off and transformers killing decepticons (or something like that)...during the day away from him......I miss him. Noah is in Pre-k at the same school and with the same teacher that his brother Lucas had. So I know this teacher quite a long time. She's tough but good. 

Other parents start arriving, some excited, some wishing they had one more hour.  The door opens and out start coming out the kids. His teacher catches my eyes and start smiling from ear to ear "oh Mrs. Barone I have a new one for you...you are not going to believe this". She takes me to the side before noah comes out and proceeded to tell me that all the kids had gone to the school playground that day. When suddenly some kids came running to her and started screaming "Noah pooped....Noah popped...!!!!"  Just so you know Noah is potty trained, has been since he was 2 1/2. I was mortified. She continued with the story. She said she went and found Noah near the scene of the crime and he confirmed that yes he had indeed pooped in the back of the playground (at least he was honest). He said not to worry he had covered it up with leaves. He had done such a good job that even his teacher and the custodian could not find it. 

I could not believe it. I was mortified that my little boy had pulled his pants down, squatted and mooned everyone driving on that road. It's a busy road too. My sons rear end had been plastered all over kings park road. 

I waited to talk to him over dinner that way Fabio could be there. His explanation was that he was having too much fun and he saw his friend peeing in the back of the playground. Noah said he needed to poop and didn't want to miss the fun so he thought he would do it like our dog Ginger does pooping in the grass. 

At dinner my husband and I wanted to scold him but the fact that he wAs honest made us proud. Lucas heard what happened and laughed and said "that's what he does in the back yard, he pees out there because he doesn't want to come in and miss all the fun". Oh great now our yard is filled with Noah and gingers pee all over. 

So every morning we remind Lucas "focus and listen" and before we get to Noah he says "and I promise not to poop in the playground" 

Oh boy...wonder what Kindergarten holds for us.   

The power of three.

If you read my blog, keep up with me on Facebook or just know me you know since 12-22-13 my life has changed. I have changed. Completely!!!  I actually like myself. All it took was having my third ...the power of three. You see I believe I was a sane person before my third, I believe I was.....normal....not anymore people....I have lost my mind and I kind of like it. 

The power of three has taught me so many things and shown me that I was living the wrong way. Here are the many reasons why life now....is better than it ever was. 

1. Cursing.......

I have never been a girl with a dirty mouth. Nope, not me. Ask anyone who knew me in elementary, high school and college. I did not say bad words. My parents never did so I didn't either. When Lucas came I knew that I would enforce it on my husband (who needed help in that department). We did wonderful, never cursed in front of them or away from them. (He tried :( poor guy). Noah came And I was close to letting them out but I held my tongue. Even Fabio got better except for that time the pipes burst in the office and the kids learned the "Shit" word over and over again in case they didn't get it the first few times. But I digress, we were doing excellent. Enter our precious Milah. She is a great baby and very easy but it's the other two in combination with her that have driven me to the edge. I curse...yes I do and I love it. I am all day swearing, fuck this fuck that, screw him...screw you....pick a lane asshole.....all of the wonderful words that I never knew before. I knew them but i didn't know how they felt. I didn't know how they would make me feel. They release all the tension and built up anger that I always kept inside. I don't want to lose it with my kids. I still don't curse in front of them (well I actually do say "shit" sometimes but hey they have already been exposed to that from their father so I say it's a freebee). I feel energized when I let out the curses I feel liberated. Might sound crazy to some but hey I did warn you I am crazy. So who gives a shit. 😄

2 I never said the lords name in vain. People would laugh at me in college if someone ever said his name in vain. I quickly would do the sign of the cross. Now, Jesus is in my mouth all day every day. "Jesus help me". "Jesus, please make these kids go to bed". Jesus, eat your damn food". You like how I combined 1 and 2 together. Ok, I know Jesus might not be happy with this but he gave me three, I think he knew what may happen. 

3. Who Cares!!!!!  I use to worry if my kids made a scene, or hurt someone's feeling, or talked back. They are going to think I am a bad mother....they probably think I don't care or that I am working mom and thats why my kids acts like that. You know what.......who cares. If you have kids, you have been there, if you don't have kids you will be there too and if you are old and don't remember let me help you out you were there too. I am more relax now, I pick up my screaming kid, I yell at the smart one that's talking back and tell him you just wait till we get home and I apologize for my kid, make him apologize and never have the play date again. I don't want to be reminded of that   

4 I can always be late. If I have to go somewhere or be somewhere I use the three kid card. "I am sorry I have three kids and it was hard getting them all ready". I always get the sympathy look which inside I am sure they are saying why the hell did I have three.  I used to care about the sympathy card but if you have read number 3 you know I don't care. I use it to my advantage. 

5 Recently we lost my sweet puffball, our cat who was 17 years old. Some may say, use sometime to grieve but no I couldn't if I even thought about the loss of puffball I would have needed to be hospitalized so instead I got a dog. Friends and coworkers say I am crazy. My husband thinks I am crazy. I am, I agree but I wanted to bring happiness into my kids eyes again so I added more work for myself and it was worth it. 

6 Boob job. Yes after nursing three kids I have been left with nothing that only a  Victoria secret bra can only revive. I would have never thought of surgery back in the day but I never thought my breast will be what they are today. So I said to Fabio a lift would be greatly appreciated. No objections on his part. 

7 we will get there when we get there. Yes, back in the day Fabio and I would rush everywhere. We would be the first ones there and would be all stressed out. Now, we get there when we get there. Yes we try to be on time but we also don't get stressed. Wherever we go, when they see us walk in with our entourage they know why we are late. 

8 I am a hero. I get looks and comments when I walk in with my 7, 4 and 6 month old. They look at me like I have gone to war. They give me extra time to fill out the  paper work, they bumped me up on the line before my kids go crazy and disturb their beautiful ambiance. They change the channel to cartoons so my kids are quiet too. I get special treatment and I get told I am super woman. They say, wow you work full time, have three kids and are a wife, you are amazing. Some may get insulted but like I said in number 3....who cares. 

9  My house is a mess and I don't apologize. Listen I work full time, I have three kids, a dog, a cat and a bird who is going to outlive us and Lucas and his family will have to take care of her. I also cook home cook meals every day but Fridays because it's pizza night. Yes we eat at 7 pm but I cook. I do have a cleaning lady but she only comes once a month which reminds me I have to have her come twice a month. The house still gets dirty and toys and clothes are all over the place. But I don't care because I try to do my best and I also don't invite anyone over. 

10. Finally, Fabio and I get along better. Yes we have our arguments and our fights but we are better. Maybe because we know we are stuck for life. Who else would understand our life better than us and we know that we couldn't do this crazy life alone and  it wouldn't be fun without each other. After all, we created this life. 

 Since 12/22/13 I have three children, lost a cat and gained a dog. My life is chaotic but it sure is entertaining. Yes I am crazy but I wasn't living until....... now.