Keeping it real: Update & new topic

I really like keeping it real, and in keeping with that theme, I thought I’d talk about other subjects.  I tend to feel like I’m the only one going through stuff, or that I’m looney, and in fact sometimes reading someone else’s life and daily drone, somehow ends up helping me.

I have already posted what was the trigger that led to the end of nursing here. I just wanted to update you quickly on how things are going.  First of all, Max has slept through the night, even sleeping till 8 am some days, basically since that post.  Give or take a day.  This is BLISS.  I can’t believe how great it feels.  I’m having actual dreams again, feeling less exhausted (most of the time) and happier.  Regarding nursing, Max still asks.  Not every day, but once in a while.  I say it’s “all gone,” and he moves on.  We snuggle, and it’s all good.  Emotionally I’m better too.  I really thought it was going to be harder, but it’s been nice.  Chapter closed.

Onto a new subject…

Do you work?

Part time?

Full time?

Do you ever wonder what women who don’t work do?

I know I did. I was like “what the hell do they do all day?”

Well, I’m here to share what I do.

I work part time, 2 days a week, 10 hours each (at the actual office).  These days, I’m up at 5, out the door by 5:40, gone till 5:15.  The night before, I pack a lunch, set out my clothes, style my hair, and get my bag ready for work.  Once I’m up, I am washing my face, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, making coffee, and running out the door.  I like to sleep as long as possible.

On those evenings, I pick up the kids, and once I’m home, we play outside (if the weather is good) until 6 when Joe gets home.  If it’s not good out, I make dinner and play with the kids.    Then it’s a walk, or more play with the kids.  At 7:45, the kids are offered a healthy snack, allowed 10-15 minutes of tv, and then they brush their teeth.  While the older ones are watching tv, we read to Max, and he goes to sleep.

We have been blessed that with all 3 kids, we don’t need to rock them to sleep, lay with them, or anything extra.  Max says good night to all, and then he’s put in his crib, given his blanket and nukie, and he goes to bed.  This is the same for nap time.  We then read to the older twp boys, and they have the option to look at books for about 10-15 more minutes.  Then it’s lights out.

The only variation in this routine, is the addition of a bath/shower.  Those are started at 7:15 to allow time for all 3 to go together, or to separate. We don’t bathe our kids nightly.  Yes, I said that.  Jack and Max have very dry skin (from their Momma, poor kids)  So, we do bathing every other night, and maybe every third day in the summer, but only because of the pool.

We try not to have any events on the nights I work, but like I stated in other posts, we are keen on the kids having activities, so if that’s the case, so be it.  Sometimes, Joe and I skip the kids meal, and we eat together later to allow more time to actually have a meaningful conversation without interruption.

Once the kids are down, on the nights I work, we kind of crash.  We catch up on DVR, have conversations on what is going on the other days of the week, or just go to bed.  Those days are non-stop, and I have great empathy for mom’s who work full time.

I think this is a great place to stop.  I know that I’m supposed to be talking about what I do when I’m home, but I also think it’s important to note what goes on when I work too.

What’s your day of work and home like?

 

Hard Decisions: Keeping it real.

Step into my brain for a moment:

“I can’t believe I’m acting like this.  I mean I have 3 healthy beautiful boys AND I was able to nurse them all for decent periods of time.  I’m being ridiculous.  Look there! Look at the cover of People magazine this week.  Valerie Harper has brain cancer.  She will die in like 3 months, and I’m weeping/ugly crying over this… I’m just stupid.  I need to just blog, but what will people think?  I’m a nut case, I’m an emotional train wreck… both are probably true… at least in this moment or always :) .”

In walks Joe.  He hugs me tightly, & I admit my stupid feelings.  He holds me close; longer even, then I thought he would.  He tells me how proud he is of me.  So proud of what I’ve sacrificed for our kids.  He tells me there are new journeys ahead.  That he’s here for me, and while he’s never done this, he gets how I’m feeling.

I grab the computer, head to the main floor.  Turn on the t.v., and type to you.  I need to blog.  Because it helps me release it.  Because if you think I’m nutty, you can.  I don’t care. (yes, I do, but I don’t want to know :) ) This is my outlet, and I’m using it.

So, here it is.

After a moment out with Max, and him having a meltdown, he asked for “this”, (pointing to my chest). “Feed you.” he said.  I looked at Joe, excused myself, and for the first time in months, fed my son in the middle of the day by nursing him.  That’s when I decided it was time.  Time to let go of this wonderful gift I’d been able to give.  Joe and I talked that day. We decided that over the weekend we would quit nursing.  Here I sit, after my very last nursing session, ever.

Yes, ever.

That’s the other thing;  We have also decided to be done having kiddos.  Saying it, even typing it, makes me get a lump in my throat & just become sad.  The truth is, if there weren’t such risks for me having babies, we’d be having another.  But there are.  So.Many.Risks.  Then there is the guilt.  I have friends desperate to have just one baby, or desperate to give their kid a sibling.  How dare I be so sad..  How dare I be ungrateful….

But, I am sad.  The only thing I can do is cry, and look for the brighter side.

There are many great things ahead right?  Like being diaper free, gate free, childproof free. Not being overwhelmed. Sleeping through the night again.  We can take different trips and attending sports for the kids will be easier.  Tons of cool things.  I’m just bad at letting go, I’m bad at change too.

Thus the goofy tears, irrational thoughts, guilt and lastly this post.

Can you please do me a favor?  Not that I expect negativity here, but the sensitivity level in this hizzzouse is at an epic level. So, the favor: if you are planning to comment, keep it positive, or keep it in.  Please and Thank you.

 

 

The one in which I talk about Boobies

Do you like your boobs?  (yes, I just asked that question.)

Mine are something I have grown to accept.  ( I tend to have front crack in a turtle neck) KIDDING.

I’m italian (well, half italian) and to be honest, the rest of the people I know have admired them way more then I have, most of my life.

There were the boys who noticed in 8th grade that they were C cups.

There were also boys who got slapped for tryin’ to feel them up.

Then there were girls who wished that theirs were so big (trust me ladies, this big and they point south ALL the time)

I can tell you that they have annoyed me most of my life.  They are too large for most swim tops & bras aren’t about cute but more about support.

Plus, once thy actually grew on me (no pun intended) I was more or less happy that they worked to feed my kids.  Not because we all of a sudden began a love affair.

I will also confess, while I’m being “out there” with this topic, that before I had kids, I was rather uninterested in nursing.  I wasn’t a fan of those who just pulled it out in public etc..

Now, my tune has changed considerably.

I was immensly blessed to have both of my kids be great nursers and my “girls “comply happily to fill their need.  At one point, my dear husband commented that maybe we should “enter you into the dairy barn contest at the state fair”

Why would he say this, you’re thinking?

Because, when nursing, I went from a DD cup to an F ….as in Frank

Also, because I was able to produce 20 oz in 8 hours pretty consistently at one point.  It was crazy.  If Luke slept the night through, I was running out of places to fill with milk.

I know, I know, great problem to have.

Are you a fan of your “girls”?  I’m guessing not as much as your hubby is.  What’s the big deal anyway with men and teets?  I don’t get it.

To my “ladies”, you sag and point south but I’m thankful to have you.  Someday though,  I might see a doctor and change your southern attitude.

I would post a photo, but I do have some a little tact.  :)