September Morn

Yesterday was the last day of September.
I had a load of dishes in the sink and my two oldest kids where in school.
I had one child at home. My two year old son.
As I started the dishes I put on some music to keep me and my son happy.
Yes, I am just going to say it--- Neil Diamond songs. Hey, don't knock it!
It is music I grew up with and it makes me feel at home somehow.
Anyway, I was listening to the music and happily (I am telling you it was the music)
doing dishes. I was moving my hips to "Coming to America" while my son was waving a towel around to the beat.

The next song was a slow ballad, I stopped doing my dishes and picked up my son and started dancing with him. He laid his head right into my shoulder as we rocked.
I was filled with love for my "Handsome Little Man".

Yes, the two year old boy who runs me ragged day after day climbing, running, jumping and destroying every thing insight. Yes, the same little boy who had before the music started was screaming and yelling and throwing food on the ground. Yes, this same little man who knows all the right buttons to push to get a rise out of one of his older sisters and makes her so mad.
Yes, this same little two year old who only really is calm when he is sleeping in his bed, and the light of the moon just makes him "look" like a real angel.

I have two older children, so I have learned to take those moments as they come. Though I don't always do so.
To hold this little person in my arms and have him feel completely 100% comfort and safety in my, busy, sometimes inadequate hands, what a feeling, no words can describe!

We danced until the song was over and I kissed him on the cheek and he wiggled out of my arms off onto his next adventure. Which happened to be dumping an unemptied cup of milk from breakfast, all over the dinning room floor. Thanks son!
I had to laugh, good thing I had just had "A MOMENT" with him. That may have saved his life that day, or mine. I was still upset, but not so much.

I am grateful to have had the time yesterday to dance on the that"September Morn", with a man who really means the world to me, and just think I get to be his mom!

The Stay at Home Dad

My Hubby started a new job so he had a three week vacation to take that was paid out to him.
So He was at home for 3 weeks.
Wonderful and annoying all at once.
I was able to come and go as I please.
I was able to go to the store alone.
Or with just one child.
I was able to sleep in.
Only 'cause he can't go back to sleep in the morning when out toddler wakes.
I'd totally be up to the task, but he couldn't sleep anyway so he let me.
It was fantastic. It was so nice to have him home.
My kids loved having him here as did I.

The down side. I got nothing done.
I couldn't make plans, as he is very spontaneous and always on the go...
I found I'd tell my kids, go ask dad to do it, then eventually I'd have to do it myself anyway.
Husbands are a little oblivious to what it actually means to manage a home.
Bills, cleaning, kids, entertaining, cooking....etc.
There is always a lot to do.
Vacation for him. Was not a vacation to me.

Finally, in the last week of vacation I had to beg for help.
I needed his vacation to end so my life could begin.

Crazy I know.
I wonder what would happen if we were to swap places.
If I worked and he didn't.
What would happen to our home.
I love a clean orderly house.
Not that it is always as such, but my home and my family is my full time job.
I like to see it run the way it should be to keep the peace.

If I was working I really think I'd be more frustrated with trying to keep my home my sanctuary, then anything else.
I wonder how much I'd still have to do if I was the one at work.
NOW, I am sure that my hubby would step up to the task. It was his vacation after all.
Not mine, for sure.

If we both worked all of those things would be there, plus work.
I don't know how anyone does it.
I'd just be ornery and mad all of the time.
I suppose we'd get something figured out.
But I am just grateful my husband doesn't want that for us.

Him being home was great for my kids though, they saw dad everyday all day.
They loved it. Now my son's favorite person is HIS DADDY, I am barely in the room when his dad is home. I am okay with that. I am still there when my hubby isn't, I am still his MOMMY.

I am relieved to say that now I am back on task. Hubby has started work and I have commenced my schedule once again.
It is so relaxing and wonderful to be in charge of my home again.
I am my own boss, my own employee and my own child care provider.
I DO miss the freedom of coming and going as I please but I love the freedom a house of order and schedules bring.

I could do with the sleeping in everyday though.
That is my favorite thing to do, but that has come to an end. OH WELL!
That is when I wish we had a live in assistant.
Not someone to do my job just some one to pass the tasks around. So I wouldn't have to say IN A MINUTE so often. One set of hands, three kids and a house to run is a lot for one person.

An assistant would be so wonderful. ONE can dream right?

Video: The Invisible Woman

I recieved this video from my Dad.
I have read this story...I was inspired again.
But lets face it to keep us going we need it again and again.
Watch this 6 minute video. I know--we think we don't have 6 minutes.
Well, consider this the time you need to take for yourself.
You will be glad that you did.