I really really do! I am stuck in the house for the most part, raising two children. Mini Bug will be 3 next month (and so help me God, she is going to get potty trained if it killz me) and Mighty Bug is going to be 7 months old next month as well.
I already raised my children, they are grown men, to do this all over again, is a blessing and to be honest, sometimes hell. I’m not one to sugar coat things and act like everything is all peaches and cream, when sometimes it just plain old sour milk. I have lots of sour milk days. Again, I gladly take those sour days, and wouldn’t change a thing and i love these babes with every inch of my being. But…some days…some days, arrghhhhhhhh…give me a freaking break.
Today was the first day in 6 months, yes you read that right, 6 freaking months that I was able to go BY MYSELF shopping!!!! I was in heaven…I promised myself that I WILL have more of these days. At least several times a month. The baby is bigger now and hubby can handle him, and Mini Bug seems to have liked the special time alone with daddy while I was gone…so it all worked out great. So the future is starting to look a bit sunnier for me. Remember, I until 2 1/2 years ago, I was a free bird..did what I wanted, when I wanted, and why I wanted..all my time was mine mine mine. I had already raised by boys…did my time. I was FREEEEE. well except for the being married part..but that was/is a good thing. hahhaha. When I got the kids, the rug got pulled out from under me. No longer was time mine, heck not even a second could I call my own. I couldn’t even go to the potty anymore without an audience. It was a big life change again.
So I have been at this again, being a mommy of little ones, only this time middle aged for close to 3 years. I will be doing this for the next 18 years…its a responsibility that I took on, with my eyes and heart wide open. I only pray that I live long enough to see them grown. That is my only real fear.
So now I long for adult conversation. I have little to non. I moved to FL, and left all my friends behind. I haven’t had much luck making new friends down here yet. I know my neighbors, but one is a single middle aged man, and the rest are ready for nursing homes. Ohh Good times there. Anyways, I don’t fit in the with young moms with young children, because, well…I’m not a young mom. I’m a grand mother for crying out loud. I could pass for 30’s easy, but still..I’m not 30 and most mothers of my kids ages are in their 20’s. I have NOTHING in common with 20 year olds. Hell, my sons are in their late 20’s and I don’t wanna hang with them either.
So this brings me back to comments. I want comments, I want lots and lots of comments, I want adult conversations with you bloggers. Freaking talk to me!!!! If you like my post, tell me, if you think my post sucked donkey azz, tell me that too…just talk to me, and I promise I will talk back. Maybe not right at that moment, but I will answer that night or the next…promise. I usually can post late late at night, when my whole family is sleeping. Otherwise, this is what happens…..tell me if any of you have to go thru this same shit.
Mini Bug is busy playing with her toys or watching something on TV like sponge bob and the baby is napping, I think..ohhhhh I can sneak and try to do some blogging now. I go to my room and sit down at my desk and start typing. I shit you not..as soon as my fingers hit the keys, and the click tap click tap of the keyboard is heard by BOTH of them, this is what happens…Mini Bug comes running in my room screaming on top of her lungs and running like her diaper is on fire. She immediately starts pulling on my shirt hard trying to climb up on my lap, by now my breast are exposed and she is grabbing in places that hurt..a lot. Mighty Bug then sits up, looks at us, scrunches up his face and lets out a ear piercing scream so loud, it makes my brain go dead. I immediately have to break free of Mini Bug to go get Mighty Bug to stop that screaming before my brain explodes. I now have the baby in my arms, (who is very heavy) and I sit back down at my desk, the baby is pulling my hair, and gouging my eyes out, when trying to chew on my chin, while Mini Bug is once again, ripping my shirt off pulling on it trying to climb back up on my lap, where this is no room because the baby is there and If I don’t lose weight, soon I will have no lap at all.
So, how about some pity comments? Comment just to make this old feisty broad smile huh? I need something to smile about some days. Who knows, you might even end up liking me and this silly blog 
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