No. Seriously. I wake up in the morning and climb out of bed. Usually the hubs has already kissed my forehead and rushed off to work by then. I go into the Littles’ room and wake them up. “Little Miss, pick out your clothes, it’s going to be [insert today's weather] today.” I quietly sneak over to Little Mister’s bed. “Little Mister, sissy is up. Do you want to pick out your clothes for school?” Sometimes they both take some coaxing… until I get them giggling, anyway. And sometimes Little Miss is grumpy and I have to remind her that if she doesn’t hurry she won’t get to ride the bus – which she loves.
As soon as their clothes are picked out I send them to the bathroom to brush their teethies. Little Miss doesn’t like it, but Little Mister does. Sometimes he’ll try to brush his teeth four or five times a day. Then I help them both get dressed. All of Little Mister’s clothes match (boys are so easy!), but Little Miss usually needs some help depending on which skirt she’s picked out. And it’s almost always a skirt! Then we do hair. Little Mister, again, is easy because he has a mohawk that I don’t really have to do much to. if I want to gel it and stick it up I can, but usually I don’t. Little Miss usually needs some detangling spray and a brush. She’s got a great cut that doesn’t necessarily need anything, but every once in a while she’ll let me give her double pigtails.
The doggies take turns getting fed and marking their territory outside.
We all walk out to the bus stop and wait together. Some kids are out there by themselves, but I refuse to let her go it alone. Kids get kidnapped from bus stops. It’s scary. As soon as the bus pulls off and Little Mister waves we walk back to the house. If it’s not too cold, I’ll trim my rose bushes and water my plants. If it’s cold we come inside and decide what to make for breakfast. There’s a chair in the kitchen and Little Mister likes to sit and watch me cook. Unless I’m making pancakes, then he gets to help.
We have breakfast together at the dining room table and talk about what we’ll do today. After breakfast I clean up and he’ll watch kid shows on Netflix – usually transformers or MMPR. When I’m done doing dishes he usually pulls out legos or farm animals to play with. The TV goes off at a certain time and that’s the same time I trade in my coffee for water. (I was up to 64 oz a day, but now I’m only up to 32. I’ll get back on track soon!) If I work out in the morning this is when I fit that in.
I try to do an hour of French before my shower during Little Mister’s nap. If not French I’ll work on my blog, the children’s clothing line or a new venture the hubs and I have started planning together(it’s inspired by Little Miss’ vacations). We’re launching in a few months.
If it’s sunny out, Little Mister and I will spend our lunchtime picnicking at the park or walking the Greenway Trailhead. Sometimes we’ll go grocery shopping or sometimes we’ll veg out and watch a movie together.
Little Mister likes to wait for Little Miss at the bus stop, but I like to give her space with her friends. I’ll wait on the porch and watch her climb off the bus and zoom straight towards the house. They race a lot. When she gets home there are hugs and “How was school?” Usually more questions than that while I flip through her folder and she plays on the floor with her brother. They both get a snack. Soon after, their Daddy walks through the door. He’ll stand around for a few minutes and ask us each about our days before he kisses me and goes to change out of his uniform.
The hubs will feed the puppies and let them out again. When he’s done he’ll tell his Littles to pick up the toys. We’ll talk about our days while the Littles sit at the dining room table – Daddy helps Little Miss do her homework and Little Mister and I will color together. (Or I’ll be off somewhere cleaning or doing laundry.)
The hubs and I make dinner together. We play music and sing. Sometimes I’ll pull out my VocabDaily app and we’ll all learn a new word together. Then we’ll each try to use it in a sentence. (Foofaraw was a fun one!) We argue over which spices to use. We make a huge mess. We clean as we go. We usually do healthy, low-calorie meals, with lots of veggies for the Littles to complain about. Sometimes, though, we’ll do tacos or cheeseburgers, and some nights we all make our own pizzas tossing our own dough and everything.
We have two rules at dinner: eat all of your vegetables and don’t leave the table until everyone is finished. We eat as a family. We discuss things openly with our children – like why we don’t eat at chik-fil-a or why it’s important to vote. We’ll talk school and boys with Little Miss or trucks and planes with Little Mister. We’ll talk about our families(we both have divorced parents) and we’ll talk about the bad things some people do. When someone does a bad thing we will talk about what it was, why it was bad and who it hurt. But we also talk about forgiving people’s mistakes and we send positive vibes out for the people who do mean things to us. We say, “even though [person] did this horrible thing today, we wish them happiness.”
After dinner we’ll all cuddle up in front of the TV and watch a movie or show. Sometimes the Littles will cuddle with their daddy and I will play on Pinterest – especially if they decide to watch Mythbusters or Wreck It Ralph for the 100th time in a row!
They get baths every other night, because they don’t get that dirty. Just like I only wash my hair every other time I take a shower and I don’t always take a shower every day. The pediatrician said that with Little Miss’ sensitive skin she probably shouldn’t have a bath every day. Little Mister is a typical boy with everything except getting dirty. He loves to wash his hands as much as he loves to brush his teeth. He only needs a bath every other day. After baths we trim nails and sometimes Zo and I paint our nails. We especially like to do holiday themed nails.
We will do gratitude journals or bedtime stories or even play some music and sing together before we put them to bed. We tried to do gratitude journals every night, but with stubborn kids bedtimes are hard enough. So, now we do it about once a week. I’d like to do it more often, but it really depends on how well they’re listening at bedtime. They really don’t go to bed so easily. Their Nanny thinks it’s because they have such good days that they don’t want them to end. I think it’s because they don’t want to miss out on whatever fun we might be having without them.
Usually after they hit the hay, the hubs and I will watch a movie together. Usually it’s not PG. haha. Or we’ll watch a comedian. We both think Bob Saget is hilarious. If I didn’t work out in the morning I’ll fit it in now.
Then we go to bed.
That’s my day.
And it is great.
Now, this is a typical day, of course some days it’s different. Once a month I do an art show. Sometimes I drive in to Nashville for no reason – sometimes there is a reason. And a few times a month I have coffee with a close friend. The weekends are obviously a lot different. The Littles fight over the TV. There is a lot more activity. They like to try to do my Tabata with me, but usually are too tired to continue after the first exercise. There is more crafting going on during the weekends and a lot more outings. We like to drive out to a nearby little town and wash the car on weekend mornings. Other weekend days we like to picnic in the park or do our kiwi crates on a blanket in the grass.
My Hubs’ days off are also a little different. On those days Daddy gets up with the Littles. Daddy helps Little Miss pick out her clothes. Daddy gets Little Mister out of bed. Daddy walks the kids to the bus stop. Daddy makes Little Mister breakfast. Daddy brings Mommy coffee! His days off are the days that I don’t have to follow a schedule because he does. Those are Mommy days when I can paint without little hands getting in oils or sew without little hands dragging fabric scraps all over the house!
Some days aren’t perfect. Some days there is yelling. Some days are more hectic – like ballet days – and we don’t get our reading done. Some days people tell me that my rainbow is non-existent. Some days the hubs and I argue. Some days the hubs and I get exhausted and have to take turns trying to get the Littles to just. stay. in. bed. so that we can b r e a t h e…
This is my life, though. Day in and day out. I am followed every time I leave the room. I can’t spend two minutes alone. There is always something that needs to be done – like laundry. But this is my life. And I love it. And I love my Littles and I love my husband. I love everything about what goes on in my household. Did I think this is where I’d be at 30? No. Do I still have some growing and changing to do? Yes. I think there is always room for growth and change. And that makes me excited for the future. Still, here and now, I love. And I don’t have to prove anything to anyone, because you could do a surprise visit any time of any day and this would be my life. And it’s great.
But do you know why my life is great? My life is great because I make it great. I work to change the things I don’t like and I don’t listen to anyone telling me that there is something I can’t do. I have faith that whatever it is I’ll figure it out. I don’t just preach about living a positive lifestyle. I live it. I take care of myself. I ignore the haters, I block the toxic, I refuse to focus on other people.
My life is great because I don’t spend my days mad about what I don’t have, obsessing over what other people are doing, blaming other people for problems I’ve created, or focusing on any of the bullshit. I deal with the bad and I move on. That’s what you have to do to be happy. It’s that simple. My life is full of love and joy because that’s what I spend my time focusing on, not because I steal love and joy from others. I encourage it in others. And I choose happy in my own life. If I’m in the middle of doing something that I don’t like or that doesn’t make me happy I either figure out a way to make it fun or I go find something to do that will make me happy. I choose happy, day in and day out.
I choose to love my life and be grateful for everything that I have: a wonderfully supportive husband that puts up with so much baggage that he should get a reward and having a man in my life that is everything that our kids need him to be; a smart, beautiful, strong-willed, compassionate daddy’s girl who is learning more and more about manipulation every day (hers and others’); and a tough, creative, rough and tumbly son that, luckily, thinks the world of me; friends that stand by me no-matter what and are above and beyond supportive; an honest mother that has always respected me as an individual and never involved herself in my affairs with others, because she knows I’m strong enough to stand on my own; sisters and brothers that believe in me; and I am grateful for myself. I am grateful for the choices that I have made that have gotten me here. I am grateful for my ability to stay true to myself and not be bullied by the expectations or judgments of others. I am grateful for my integrity, dignity and self-worth which are not changed by other’s actions, but simply serve as a compass for my reactions.
These are the reasons my life is great. And no I’m not perfect, but I do have rainbows shooting out of my ass, because I’m happy. That’s enough for me. There is always something else to do or focus on. There is adventure and possibility. There is joy and love. There are things to learn and places to go. There are Littles that need to be cuddled and a husband that I’m madly in love with. There are things to paint and skirts to sew. There is life. And there are downs, but I will always choose happy. I will always choose rainbows.