Happy seventh birthday Judah. I wish that I could stop time sometimes. You are growing so fast and sometimes it makes me a little bit sad. I hope you know just how much I love you and how very proud I am of you.
You are seven going on fifteen. You are wise beyond your years my love and I love watching you analyze things. You spend your days asking question after question. Sometimes you drive me mad and we have mandatory quiet time.
Right now you LOVE pizza, spaghetti and breakfast food. You could live on those three things. You just finished up soccer, I think you’re gonna be my little sports fanatic. Chris bought a tackle dummy and you mess with it EVERYDAY when you get home from school. You like school and have found your love for reading. I make you read out loud for homework, but really I just love listening to you read. Your best friend in the whole world is your cousin Abel. You ask on a weekly basis for him to come over. You guys are two peas in a pod.
I love you to the moon and back my love. Thank you for being such an amazing son.
Love. Mom ❤️
You know what’s crazy? Just how unpredictable life is. If you’ve followed me for a while, you know just how much I went through to have my little man. Sometimes I look at him and my heart breaks knowing he won’t be little forever. I still remember the feeling the moment I heard his heart beat for the first time. I remember sitting across for the fertility doctor, having him tell me “it worked”..”you’re pregnant”. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. This little boy is a part of my heart.
He will be 7 next month. 7 years old. Somedays I feel like super mom. I can do it all. Those days everything just falls into place. Dinner. Done. Homework. Done. Shower. Clothes ready. Teeth brushed and in bed by 7:55. Done. Well done mama.
Then there are the other days. I drag. I’m in a fog. I’m tired. Drained from a long day at work. Those days, I feel like shit. A bad mom. A moody, bitchy mom who can seem to get her shit together. Don’t get me wrong. I try. But I fail. I get frustrated easily. My patience wears thin.
Last September, my little man was diagnosed with ADHD combined type. For years, I sat back and watched. Angry at others for how they saw my baby. How they labeled and judged him. How dare they. Daycare was hard. There were notes. And sideway looks when he was younger. He was never the “bad” kid. Just the active one. They one who during movie time crawled around the room and pretended he was a dinosaur. The climber. The Daredevil. The questioner. The talker. I guess in the back of my head I kind of knew.
Fast forward a few years and here we are. The start of first grade was as rough as kinder. Note about talking, not sitting still etc. We knew we had to do something. Making that call to see a specialist was hard. Admitting to myself that he needed more help than I could give him was even harder.
But we did it.
I am so happy that we did. The medicine didn’t fix Judah. It just bridged a gap. He is so smart and I’m so proud to be his mom.
Happy Thanksgiving ya’ll!!! It’s been almost 5 years that I started blogging. Crazy how quickly time goes by. This years been full if surprises, mostly good ones. I’ll be moving this weekend. This new place will be new and exciting. Somewhere I planned versus somewhere I just ended up in. The moving part is killing me but I’m ready to start a new chapter. Ill be closer to my family and to my boyfriend. Ahhhh…..
Remember I said I met a guy. Well this month marks 7 months that we’ve been together. Is it lame to keep count? Anyway, long story short, we met on tinder this past summer. Tinder of all places. I never would’ve guessed that I would meet someone I could actually fall in love with.
He is the sweetest man. Not like that cheesy I’ll-feed-you-bullshit kinda sweet, but that genuine I care for you, I adore you kinda sweet. The strange part is, he doesn’t look the part. He’s quiet, reserved and to others may come off as an asshole or to “good” to talk to you, but I found this other said. The side that holds my face and tells me he loves me. The side that catches him staring at me while he’s trying to hide his grin. The side that would run to my aide at the mention of needing help. It feels genuine. Free. Full of hope and love. I feel so lucky. Things are easy. Conversation flows like water and even in silence there’s a comfort in just being next to each other. And the sex….well it’s pretty amazing. Like really really good ya’ll.
Sometimes it feels a little surreal. He met Judah last month and I met his kiddos this month. I wanted to wait a while to make sure we protected the hearts of the kiddos. My kiddo loves him and he seems to get along well with Judah. His kiddos are teenagers, sweet and well mannered. I try to play it cool but deep down I want them to like me. I’ve given them thier space and moved slowly to give them time to get used to me. All of this makes me so happy.
Im excited to see what 2016 has in store for us. Till next time.
So I’ve been wanting to write for a couple of weeks now. But my stupid laptop was not cooperating with me. Anyway, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. My baby is turning 4 years old in a month, and for the past couple of weeks he’s been asking me for a baby brother. I don’t even know what to say to him. The first time he asked me I wanted to break down and cry.
When I got married envision my life with maybe 3 kids. I grew up in a pretty big family and I loved it. I wanted the same for my son. We struggle to conceive but hoped that one day we will be able to try IVF again or adopt. Well we see how that turned out. I feel guilty and heartbroken. I wish I could give him what he so genuinely wants. It’s hard not to wish that someone would just come into my life and give me that family I had hoped for. Maybe one day….Who knows.
On another note I went to go drop my son off today to his dad, and there was a picture of him and his new girlfriend on his bar. I had always wondered if he was seeing her while we were dating and trying to work things out. So I asked him. and I got the answer I was expecting. He said they were not dating, but that they were hanging out and that the time that I came over TWO weeks after we had broken up she was the one that was there with him..with her son…and thier luggage. This made me sad and mad and frustrated all of the same time. I was sad that I had trusted this person, and the things he was telling me about bringing our family back together, and he chose instead to do things behind my back and lie. I was mad because I had allowed it all. I was hurt because it seems so unfair that he has someone to come home too, to talk to and to do all those new love things with.
I know that tomorrow I’ll feel better. I’ll remember that she’s better off with him than I am and that one day I’ll have love, real love, the kind that doesn’t doesn’t hurt that doesn’t lie that doesn’t cheat the kind that doesn’t fizzle away.
But tonight. I will be sad.
Tomorrow will be better.
We laugh at work and joke about bringing tequila to make mixed drinks… you know to relieve the stress. Ha. Well, lemme tell you today would have been a perfect day for a drink. It started this morning when I woke up a little late. Getting out of the door on time with a 3 year old is tough but we managed to only be running 3 minutes behind. Started the car… gasoline on empty. Dropped my baby off…. stopped at the gas station and used my last $20 bucks for gas. This put me about….anoooootheerrrr 10 minutes behind schedule. Which only meant that I would NOT have time to do my makeup on the parking lot. LOL. Yes i know, who does that? Okay so you see how my day is going so far.
Mmmm about 2 hours into my day I go to the restroom and my fucking zipper breaks. Yes breaks! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk! I ravaged my desk for some safety pins. 2 score. At least my pants would stay up.
For the rest of the day i had to pin and unpin my pants every time i had to pee. Deep breath…savor the moments…brush off the little things blah blah blah.
Lunch time. Realize I left my homemade chicken soup in my car. Wallet-$0. Ritz crackers and water for lunch.
My son was scheduled to be picked up by his grandfather today. Maybe I should have made myself a damn note that I SWITCHED DAYS TO FRIDAY!!! How did I remember do you ask…. when the daycare called and asked if everything was okay because my son was there. The last kid left.
MY BABY!!! I felt like the worst mother! The worst mother ever. My son got into the car and was like ‘mommy you was late…I was missing you’. Knife to the heart.
Anyway, that was my day. In it’s shitty glory. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day.