LEGO's

Ok so first I'm going to copy and paste from my dear friend Heather Joseph's blog about 98.9% of her recent post because I'm right there with her these days as a Stay at Home Mom (SAHM)

"I think it's just easy for a down in the trenches, all hands on deck lifestyle now as apposed to just standing on the sidelines and wonder what is going on. So I have done that. Here's what's going on. This precious family of mine is a gift. A big fat giant gift and I love all the people and schnoodle in it more than anything. Anything. And I am sooooo grateful to Matt Rayt hat he provides in such a way that I even have the option to stay at home. Dare we address that. SOOOO many of my friends work. Not because they want to, although some do, and I think that is even more amazing, because they have found something they LOVE LOVE LOVE and feel very valued doing. Some of my peeps work because they have to. And want to kick me in the teeth right now for even wondering what in the world I am doing again on a rainy afternoon cocooned inside with my little muffin wuffins watching Curious George. I mean, what's NOT fun about that?!

Okay. not sure if I am making sense. All I am saying is this stay at home with a ton of kids thing is amazing. And hard. And beautiful. And hard. And totally fulfilling. And especially hard. But mostly amazing. I realize that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. In the exact moment I am supposed to be in. Raising the babies God has given us. It's not glamorous. Days of Ann Taylor suits and amazing hair and nails are gone. And I think I like it that way. But sometimes I lose my mind and want to run away. This has to be normal?

And to Will , Liney and Sparkie Connor & Ryan...one day  you will read this and wonder why in the world your mother ever felt for one moment that being in your world 1000% of the time wasn't the most glorious thing ever. And I will remind you little pumpkins that you are giant black holes of need and it took every cell in my body to get you through the day. Alive. Functioning. Fed. Clean. Loving. Educated. Nice. It really did. ALL of me. And I love you so much I could die and there is really no where I'd rather be. Even though you make me crazy and why in the world do you all get thirsty starving at once and where dear children are the instruction manuals that came home from the hospital with you taped on your back? Because I can't find them to save my life." The new pediatrician actually said at the end of Connor's 5 yr check up that they actually have children's manuals and that they are out but usually they give them to a new patient at the first visit so I should ask next time I come in. At first I smirked thinking she was being funny but now I'm actually wondering if the DO have a manual. I'm totally asking next time I go and either they will laugh and think I'm funny or they will unlock all the mysteries of these heathens  darling children of mine.

Ok this is me, Jill; So I went through the wait, should I be working thing? What money am I contributing to the house thing. So I went on craigslist found a job for 10 hours a week. $25 an hour to get this, build lego's with kids. Umm yea, I am clearly qualified. So I got an email an hour after I applied, a phone call the next day and I interviewed yesterday. Got home and decided to pass. It would have been 3:15-5, kind of like a latch-key after school program at our local elementary school. When I got home yesterday from the interview and picked up Ryan from the sweet neighbor who watched him and then ran and got Connor and we got home from preschool it was 2:30. So I'm going to have 30 minutes with Connor before I pay someone to watch him so I can go play with someone else's kids? Yea to much running around and not enough Connor time. 

I'm glad I did the interview, no what if's and now I know I really do want to be home with these nuts-oh kids and I really do love being a stay at home Mom. 

PS: in the interview I actually had to build a helicopter using the instruction book. Was that suppose to be hard because I could have done that, tied my shoes and put make up on. 

Peace Out,

Jill