SOA and Gemma

If you have never watched the hit T.V. show, Sons of Anarchy, you should. It's well written, beautifully acted and keeps you on the edge of your seat. I love Jax Sons of Anarchy. It's a show that Ryan and I watch together, which is rare. He can only sit through so many episodes of 'Say yes to the Dress.' There is one character is particular that I love, Gemma, the fierce matriarch of the show. She's so bad ass! I sort of aspire to be her, but not in that slimey motorcycle gang way...more in the way of if you mess with my family, I'll kill you kind of way. 

Netflix streams seasons 1-3 but hasn't streamed season 4 yet and season 5 just started...SO I'm way behind.
Ugh! I miss my Jax Gemma  Sons of Anarchy.  What is a girl to do?

I'm baaaaaack...for now.

Wow! I think I may have a problem with starting a project and then just leaving it to die. Ha!  Writing has always been a tool that I used to relax.  These days, around my house, "relaxing" isn't in the vocabulary. Thus, writing doesn't exist.  Rubbish, I tell you!  Why shouldn't I allow myself the time to write. Make the time to write. Find the time to write. Scrounge up the time to write?  Anywho, I love it and it loves me. K-I-S-S...sorry, I've been at home, with 4 kids for 10 weeks now. I'm back to my old stay at home mom self again.  Blah, blah blah...what to write about?  Right now my life consists of all things baby, craigslist, talking about exercising, the big kids' school and watching The Voice. Oh man, do I love The Voice!!  (hate Xtina's boobs, but LOVE that show). Not to many topics to chose from.  So I look to you all, my fellow Facebookers, for suggestions and guidance.  What, if anything, would like to hear about?  

Mom?

When your baby is old enough to start babbling cute, little words, all you want to hear is those two magical words..."Ma Ma!" When the day finally comes, it melts your heart. You practices over and over with them..."ma....ma...ma." You ignore any other consonant-vowel verbiage. Who wants to hear "da da" and "ba ba," when they can clearly say "MA MA!?" Those first sweet utterances are music to your ears. It fills you with so much pride, because your baby is claiming you.  Eventually, those baby noises of  "ma ma" and "da da" turn into real words, like mommy and daddy. And when that happens, you get a twinge pain just below your heart, because your baby isn't really a baby anymore. The feelings of lost babyhood quickly fade and are replaced with admiration. "My baby  toddler knows me. I am his mommy." All day I hear 'mommy' this and 'mommy' that...until recently. All of sudden, I'm "MOM". When the heck did that happen? (probably since Mase was 7 yrs. old) I have consistently been 'Mommy'  forever,  since Mason could utter the words. When Ella came she just repeated what her big brother said. I was "Mommy."  All of sudden, this word, this one syllable word...Mom...it breaks my heart just a little. The more M & E use it, the more quickly Cash will start saying it. And Cash for too young to be calling his mother, "MOM!" Thankyouverymuch! Isn't there some sort of pill I can give these kids to stop growing up? I'm contacting Pfizer today! I am a mom, yes. But I love being their mommy, because to me, a mommy is needed just a tad bit more than a mom. 

I could be wrong, so I'm calling my mom! 

Life today...

I've been working full time for about 6 weeks now.  I've had to adjust my brain to being away from the kids and Ryan for more than a couple of hours during the day. And let's just say, it's been an adjustment. It's been difficult on all of us. I miss my family. I feel like I'm missing out on important events. I miss their faces and their laughs. And they miss me. The best part of working is coming home. I can hear Cash upstairs standing at the gate, yelling "Maaaaa Maaaaaaaa" and Ella and Mase scrambling to hide, so they can scare me. I get big hugs and sweet kisses, unless they're sleeping, which is usually the case when I work a closing shift. I like feeling missed. I've never really felt that as a stay at home mom. I was never gone long enough to be missed. Every morning the kids ask "Do you work today?" When I respond with a reluctant ".....yes." I get tears and even bigger hugs. And I love it! It's horrible to say aloud but I love it. I always knew my children loved me and needed me around. But when you're home 24/7 with your kids and never have the opportunity to let them miss you, when you finally experience it, it's awesome! 
Moving on. Ryan and I have been spending less and less time together. It sucks. I miss him. We're still affectionate and loving but our time has diminished. We need more time. I know with three children, a new business and my full time job, that doesn't leave much time for us, so I guess I'll have to get creative and make time for us. Any suggestions?

Wordless Wednesday

Living your dream...

Since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted to be was a teacher. I wanted to teach children and be around them.  I had this incessant need to be around people, to learn from them, teach them and communicate on all levels. I was always a very talkative child and now as a chatty adult, people still have to tell me to "slow down." I talk fast, I think fast and I communicate on many levels. I talk with my hands, my body, my entire being. I'm passionate and speak with conviction, even about the most mundane of topics. I feel every emotion I spew out of my mouth. I can be overwhelming and over the top. And of all this has had a purpose. My dream to be a "teacher" has gone and passed. However, my dream has morphed into my reality today. I am a mother. The ultimate teacher. I teach my children every day and learn from them every day. I get to communicate on levels I never thought possible...and feel emotions I never knew existed. My dream to be a teacher wasn't in the cards for me, but my dream to be a  teacher, a person who gets to teach others and learn from others and educate on many levels, is happening right before my eyes. I am so lucky. I had a "self realization moment" today. Our dreams as children are usually exactly what our hearts and souls need later in life. That little boy who dreamed of becoming a fire fighter...his need to help and serve...it will play out in his life somehow. The little girl who wants to be a make-up artist, (Ella) will find the joy in making others feel great about themselves, someday. Whether it be through their actual dream or some other form of it, it will happen...because our childhood dreams never die. They may lay dormant and sleep for a while, but eventually we find ourselves living our dreams, however they come to us.
So, when I put my kids to bed and say "Sweet dreams...." I mean it. I want for them the sweetest of dreams.