Who Would Want Six Monkeys?

I had a very rough night last night. My emotions were brought on by someone being selfish and hurting one of my babies, which in turn hurts me, then I'm all in a funk and slide deeper and deeper until something rescues me. I should have told Ross to not to leave my side or asked for my families help. I'm a little stubborn sometimes. I had an absolute meltdown when I felt I couldn't control my children. I felt like the worst mom and I started to doubt my future career choice.
My mom started my day off today with this "At least you don't have six monkeys". Why yes mom I am glad I don't. She told me this couple is hiding from the law because the law is cracking down on having wild animals, and they have six monkeys. First off how can they hide or run with six monkeys. Now I don't have any but I'm sure they are harder to keep quiet or clean my two kids. (At the grocery store...excuse me sit your baby has a tail). My sick mom and I laughed about how you can put monkeys in cages and putting children in cages is frowned upon....unless the volunteer....right?
Along with some talking done in my class today, I have concluded that I am not a horrible mom if I give up on my children every now and then. I sometimes need for my husband to take over and have mommy time. I make sure my kids do not have candy or fried foods and have extra curricular activities. I read to them and hold them. I kiss them and hug them. I explain to them that we can not win all the time or that we can not change selfish,unkind people.
I am a student and a wife and a mother. I'm not perfect but try with all my heart. I love my husband, kids, and my friends.
I have two bright, beautiful children and not monkeys. I am shaping the future not training them. I have to be patient. They are not going to get in their cages when mommy can't take it anymore (have you had two munchkins high on cold meds just so they can breathe and be so excited they can play they can't stop?) I will ask for help. I will remember my dads temper. I will not let it get the best of me. Anxiety does NOT who its dealing with!!!

Lily Won the Nobel Peace Prize!

or something like it.
When you find out you are pregnant, there are nonstop thoughts of what your child is going to be like.Who's personality are they going to have? Will they learn the life lesson's you want them to learn? You want them to be the best they can be. I have had my worry moments with Lily. She was so timid. I couldn't see much of me in her but bits and pieces. She is my "sweet" child. Everyone who meets her that is not around her more than a couple of hours says "sweet angel". (YEAH OK) Then something happened. I dropped her and the Diva off at daycare, and the teacher IMMEDIATELY (like there was a fire or something) moved the Diva to another bench. The teacher said "We can't put them together anymore". Naturally I look at Diva because she is my outgoing one. The teacher quickly said "No it's Lily. She aggrevates the snot out of Brexli continuously". I didn't hear much of what she said after that. I tried to keep my concerned face on. I was beaming inside! I called my mom immediately when I got in my car. SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!!! I guess I can stop spending all those hours worrying if she will be a strong woman. She does have fight in her!! I have never been so proud of my child! It's sick I know. Don't worry she was scolded, but come on. She is just showing her true color to the world. Thank God!!
Moral of this story....don't worry. Be happy.

A Hunting We Will Go

I had this REALLY long post about when Ross and I went hunting this year. It was way too long for me to even think about reading/posting. It annoyed me so I deleted it. HOWEVER, it was funny enough that I have to talk about it.
It was like an episode of Bill Engvall or Jeff Foxworthy when they talk about taking their wives hunting.
Ross started out getting us "lost". He said that he wasn't, but when you stop walking and look around for ten minutes...that's lost to me.
Then I made a comment about us not wearing our orange vests. (I know my hunting safety) He made a nice little comment about him not knowing any deer that carried a bright flowered lunch bag. You know what Ross? Only because they are never given the opportunity I'm sure. AND he is the one that told me to pack "plenty of snacks" like I was a fat kid.
I'm telling one on him. He opened the door to the box stand after asking me to hold his gun. He gets the flashlight and looks all inside, up and down, side to side. Me: "What are you doing?" Ross: "Looking for bugs". REALLY??!! I'm pretty sure you are bigger than them.
I did pretty good most of the time. MOST of the time. I got bored. It was raining. And cold.
Me: "When do they come out?" Ross: "I don't know. I didn't get an email" ONE WORD and it begins with Jack.
Another one on him. Me : "I think it's raining" Ross: "It's not suppose to rain. That's acorns falling from the trees." Me: "Um no that is rain. See" Ross (looks at his phone): "The weather channel said it's not raining. see" HELLO there is liquid falling from the sky. Screw the weather channel.
After a long, tiring morning of watching squirrels chase each other we head back to the truck. In the daylight I see that the road we cam in on is only about 100yds away. Me: "Why didn't we come in straight in.  We wandered all around" Ross: " I didn't want anyone to see where we were going". UM Ross. I'm pretty sure they could guess what we were doing walking with camo on and a truck parked in the trees. If they think something else is going on in that truck they are sick and it's too early for all that.
Moral of the story....Don't take your wife hunting unless she is allowed to have her own gun.