Winter Blues?

      Okay so it has been a while since my last post, but honeslty my life is just lacking inspiration.

I feel like I am in the movie "Groundhog Day" the same thing just happens over and over and over again.

I can't help but blame winter. It is just dragging on and on with no real winter magic to make it worth it. No snow, or frigid temperature. Christmas came and went, business slowed down, I am stuck. In this in between of Winter and Spring. I am a pretty positive non depressive, upbeat person, but please allow me a moment to complain and vent.

     I literally wake up at the crack of dawn kids begging for food like I havn't fed them in Years. For just once I would like to beat them to the punch and have some coffee in peace and quiet. Like, I seriously get harrased from the second I open my eyes. There is no peace for a stay at home mom, and I am painfully out numbered. Then bring on the guilt because while your innocent little children are awake and ready to have the best day of their lives (everyday, it's ridiculously optimistic) all I want to do it pull the covers over my head until it is spring. I am a grouchy momma bear in my cave- I want to punch all intruders IN. THE. FACE. Maybe someone should just punch me in the face?

Me and Madison Practicing our sad face ;)

    

     So I'm up it's 7:30 am, I'm making coffee and of course a ridiculously gourmet food pyramid feast of a breakfast, maybe making a list or two of chores, or wishes and dreams for the day I could accomplish if I decide that days free time won't be taken up by facebook stalking, pinteresting, texting my equally unproductive in the winter-best friend, and catching up on the shows I was too tired to watch the night before. Mean while all three of my older kids are fighting (over gum, or who's best friends with who that day, or why I can't make bacon), and my little 1 year old is playing in the toilet, licking the dog or stuck on top of some peice of furniture and can't get down. Then the day just drags on and on from there. It is all just a slow paced fat peoples race to the finish line. You know? Walk and stop and walk and catch your breath and you-will-make-it-what's-the-clock-say. Is it bedtime yet?

     I'm folding the laundry even though I know it all just be unfolded in a day or two, I am cooking all these fabulous meals meanwhile just counting the dwindling supply from my weekly grocery trip, I am scrubbing, and wiping, and bathing, and teaching, and giving individual attention, and picking shit up of the floor that know one ever seems to know where it belongs. Why do I do this again? Oh because it'll all be worth it in the end?? Just shoot me now or someone HIRE ME.
    Which brings me back to the guilt :( UGH Summer is like a friggin carvival. It's all-  "how much fun can I have with my kids? Best mom award? they love me!!!! let's get a tan, learn to swim, play at the park till we die, bring pizza home, ice cream EVERYNIGHT, catch lightning bugs, smores, excersise, sing  loud Taylo Swift songs in the car, play outside all day long till you're begging to come in, and drain daddy's wallet -AWESOMENESS". I have all the patience in the free world. I can multi task, and wake up at the crack of dawn in a super mood doing cartwheels, winking at my sexy self in the mirror, having my 3rd load of laundry done by 9am.
     Then, there is this. I am horrible. I don't want to hear them. I literally like want the house divided into a grown up zone and a kid zone- the blue prints are in development. Somedays I just want to turn the tv on ALL DAY LONG and lock them in my room. Am I bi -polar? hmmm. Is this normal?
     I just need for it to be spring. I need to wear smaller clothes to stop hiding my fat and force me to go anorexic ;) I need a tread mill, and the sun and my kids to GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY. I need to be able to make errands with them, without having to worry about them catching the flu, or AIDS, or, mumps or ebola. I NEED OUT OF THIS DAMNED HOUSE.

SO moms and gents, this is my relatable blog post this month- here's to the blissfull winter weather and the gratifying effect it has on the stay at home mom. May the lord be with us in this extreme time of need. Until then I will be chugging coffee, taking lotts of deep breaths, avoiding the mirror (expecially my growing lip hair and out of control eyebrows) hate my skin, ignore my paleness, drinking health shakes, and continue to nag my husband to buy me a treadmill and a pool membership, oh and of course I shall complain.
Till next time

<3 Carissa