Is it bedtime yet?

Motherhood for me is completely different than what I had imagined as a young girl and then young woman. When I had my daughter I was 27, I am beyond thankful that I was able to travel and experience different things in life before my first child. When I had my son I was 30, at thirty three weeks I remember celebrating my "dirty thirty" with a big pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream- things were getting real wild! I never imagined raising my children alone or having to struggle with co- parenting situations (we will definitely touch base on this topic more). So needless to say I countdown the hours until bedtime just to find myself forcing my eyes open to wash dishes, pack lunches and fold laundry. Notice how I say fold? Don't be fooled, it's folded but it NEVER gets put away.

This morning my son who is 7 months today woke up at 6 am. I usually set my alarm for 6 so that I am able to have one cup (with several following) of coffee and time to myself before the day begins. NOT TODAY! During this time I usually ready a couple pages of a book and just take some time to reflect. Most mornings I have time to also take a shower, mid-shower my daughter comes running in asking me why I am not in the bed holding her. My sweet daughter will be four next month and still co-sleeps, I do not mind the co-sleeping part but the fact I literally have to hold her ALL night. The second I move or try to get up to go pee or give the baby a bottle, she is up too. Then as I proceed to get out of the shower my son starts screaming- GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!

Today I was the overachiever mom, I am sure we have all been there. My daughter told me she didn't want to go to school today because she just wanted to snuggle and do special things with me. Way to lay on the mom guilt.... So I agreed, the snuggles lasted about three minutes before she was melting into the couch with tears about how hungry she was and how fast I was not making her sausage. After breakfast we get ready to head out for our day. While buckling my son in the car my daughter makes a lap around the car with her tongue attached to the car. I proceed to say, "Stop licking that please" her response, "Mama the car tastes like strawberries because it's red." Why am I constantly having to ask you to stop licking things several times throughout our day?

And this is where my inspiration came from to start my blog! My hope is to share not only these special memories that are being built on a daily basis with my children, but to empower other mothers, co-parents and anyone that reads this.  We all have a story to share...