Monday, April 15, 2019

THREE YEAR OLDS!

I'm so excited to have two, three year olds. Here are some things they are doing right now that make me smile, or laugh... or cry.




1. My mom got them a toy doctor set for their birthday. My mom goes "are you doc McStuffins?" and Joy replied, "No, I Joy Joy." I love that she knows who she is. She will make a path for herself and shutdown comparisons to other excellent individuals as if there can only be one excellent person. I love, love, love this!




2. The girls are very gracious. And it's genuine. I do make them say thank you after I give them food or toys or whatever, but the best is when 2, 3 days later they say thank you for something I've given them before. I'm not the best at saying thank you, actually, so this makes me very excited that they've picked up this important life skill so early. Yesterday, Joy thanked me for the new kitchen I gave them on Friday. My heart was bursting with joy and pride. These little girls at the best.




3. They hug my thighs. That's right, in the last post, they were at my knees, now they are three years old wearing 4T and can reach SO many things. I love watching them grow. (I don't love buying new clothes though, so we do accept donations. I'm not too proud to accept hand-me-downs AT ALL.)




4. They hug each other out of the blue. Today we were eating lunch. Joy was on my right and Lahna was on my left and they kept getting up, giving each other hugs, then walking each other back to their seats. I can never get this cuteness on camera because when they see my phone they're going to want to watch YouTube.




5. THEY SING MOTOWN SONGS! There's a Netflix show called Motown Magic that they watch with their nanny. The first time it happened they were jumping up and down on their beds and I yelled STOP!




They looked at each other like a scene out of a movie, or broadway musical, then looked back and me and yelled:




STOP! IN THE NAME OF LOVE. BEFORE YOU BREAK MY HEART!




I was somewhere in between shocked and belly-wrenching laughter.




They also love ABC, so simple as 123, so easy as do re mi, abc, 123, baby you and me girl!




Last one, they love dancing in the streets. I have that one on video. THEE BEST!




6. They laugh. I don't know why this is so special to me, but I think so many people mute their laughter trying to be reserved or cool, or hell, maybe nothing's funny to them. My girls have two kinds of laughter (probably more). The first is delighted laughter. It's how they laugh when I tell them they can have my phone. Or when I say they can get up from their nap even though they haven't been to sleep, or when I say yes to sweets. It's like a cross between a villain laugh and a giggle. It's short and so, so sweet.




Their other laughter is big, deep-gut laughter. This is how they laugh when they put ice on their little hands, then touch the small of my back while I'm washing dishes. Or how they laugh when they tickle my toes while I'm trying to sleep.




7. They have kiss attacks. This is so cute because I used to do this when they were babies. But Joy and I will just trade kisses back and forth what seems like 5 minutes of muah! muah! muah! Then we'll get Lahna in on the action. Kev on Stage has a video of his sons kissing him and it's just like that. It's always out of the blue and the sweetest, cutest thing.




I didn't get to any of the things they do that make me cry. They mostly include pooping, tearing up my brand new house and leaving unknown liquids and substances on my floor. Is it pee? Is it water. I don't know.


So anyway, as you can see I'm loving motherhood right now. There are so many indescribably amazing moments and I'm glad I took a few minutes to write some of these down to help me remember in years to come.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

L&J's Third Birthday!

You guys! I have two, three year olds. I'm so frickin' happy. I woke up early on their birthday like it was Christmas. They were in my bed because they don't stay in their beds anymore. And I don't have the energy to tote two toddlers back to their bed several times a night. I'm not fighting this battle. I'd rather sleep with a foot in my neck.


Anywho, Lahna was snoring in my bed and Joy was sleeping perpendicular to the pillows with her feet in my side and I really wanted to shake them like OMG, YOU'RE THREE!


 I take their birthday off work every year. Actually, I take their birthday and the day before to get myself together. 1st birthday we had a family-only party at my house (I was living with my mom). And their godparents came in town and helped me decorate and gave them fabulous gifts.


Last year, we did an art studio that I purchased through Pearachute and cupcakes at a bakery and that was it. (I think. I can't remember what we did for dinner, but they were probably still picky eaters at that time, so we likely ate at home after cupcakes).


This year, we did dinner as the big birthday event, but we got their library cards because you have to be three to get a library card. Imagine my surprise when we took our first trip to the library and I popped up with my mortgage papers and all of our IDs and birth certificates and such and they're like, oh no, they have to be 3. So anti-climactic. Also, there are toys at the library nowadays. My kids think it's a play space. I don't even know if they know there are books there. LOL!


Ok, so library, then we went to McDonald's. My kids eat McDonald's whenever they ask for it. I'm always like listen, I didn't want to cook anyway. I really gotta step my on-the-go food game up. They don't go to school yet (more on that soon, maybe), so I just am not prepared for lunch if we're out of the house. And babies'... er, um, big girls gotta eat!


Then we went to 2 malls. Thursday night, I went to Chicago Ridge with them to try on some shoes. Chicago Ridge had a 6 and a 7. Turns out my kids are a 6. Fine. I get the shoes and we were going to just go to Orland today to get the other 6. I don't shop at malls often, so I was really surprised that they didn't have stock rooms FULL of every single possible size. My mom kindly reminded me that any brick and mortar can go out of business tomorrow. Malls don't stock sizes like that anymore. Ah well.


Anywho, when we got home from Chicago Ridge Thursday night, Lahna comes up to me and says Mommy, why do we have white shoes. I say what? She goes where are my gold glitter shoes? Mind you, this child had a full-on tantrum last night when I tried to get her to put on shoes, but we darken our doorstep and she wants to know where her shoes are. Ok.


She brings the bag to me and they have put the wrong shoes in the bag. How devastating. My mom then reminds me, when you take the kids to the mall, you have to put them in their stroller. And I remembered, duh, strollers are genius. They are three now, they are not 30. These kids need restraints.


So Friday, we went to Orland first, then Chicago Ridge. Lord, all these miles just for some shoes, but I swear they were adorable. And I had a wardrobe change for the little ladies, but I couldn't really execute it. This wasn't on purpose, I just bought more than one outfit because one was prime and one was not and who knew if the second would get there on time. Turns out both outfits were CUTE AS PIE, so I was just going to change them mid-day. Didn't happen.


Ooh wee, I'm long winded when I haven't blogged in a while. So then we went to dinner in Hyde Park with the fam. And the restaurant made us two cakes. Delicious. They also had goldfish crudité on the table. So thoughtful for my little ladies. And the girls were surprisingly well behaved. Lahna ate like an adult. Joy only ate food she'd ever see before (she's also getting over strep throat, so her appetite isn't 100%).


Last thing, we went to Kilwin's for ice cream right after and besides them flipping out when we wouldn't buy them gummy bears it was a lovely, lovely day.





Thursday, March 14, 2019

Current Situation: Working Mama Life

It's 11:02p.m. Despite hopping on blogger for 30 minutes, I'm currently working. But I also have two toddlers on my lap. You see, my children have toddler beds now. This means they can get up out of the bed whenever they see fit. Actually I had to get them toddler beds because they could climb in and out of their cribs and that's just not safe.


ALSO, not only do they not STAY in the bed. They don't GO to bed. So instead of tiring myself out running back and forth from my room to their room to make sure they stay in the bed from 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. (this is not an exaggeration), tonight, I decided to just do some work while they play.


They have my phone, toys, all kids of stuff like lotion and toothpaste they could be getting into in the bathroom and what do they do, come crawl up in my lap.


So I'm going to keep cranking out this work with two toddlers on my lap.


I'm writing this, so if I ever forget, I can remind myself that I am a badass. I can literally conquer anything. Tonight, it's work and motherhood.

Wait, What? Toddler Words and Phrase

My kids world is only as big as they are, so sometimes they call things as they experience them. Other times they just get the language wrong because they are learning. Cute little examples below.


Mommy, can we go in the farm? = My neighbors red and white shed, which looks like a small barn.


Mommy, can we play in the new playground = Our back yard


Mommy, don't get late for work = Mommy, don't BE late for work.


Mommy, can we go to Old McDonald's - The golden arches. Also know to the rest of us as just plain McDonald's.


I'm sure there are more, I will post when I remember them.



Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Tea's Top 10: My Cute Kids

A friend whose kids range from 16 to 22 told me that 3 and 4 is her favorite age because kids are peak cute and have such personality. My loves turn 3 in less than a month and they are THEE cutest. Here are 10 of the cutest things they're doing right now.


10. Walking around in a my heels. A fashion show every night. It's hilarious because I don't even wear heels anymore, but these kids be fly.


9. Saying thank you whenever I clean anything. It's usually pee or poop, but I'll be damned if they aren't the politest little poopers. My goodness.


8. Hugging me at my knees. At any given moment someone will just walk up and hug my knees. It's as cute as it sounds.


7. Pretending to be me. They'll put on my glasses, pretend to put on earrings, pretend to put on perfume and say "I Mommy. I'm going to work." "I Mommy. I'm going to Target." These kids have me down pat.


6. Share with each other. They'll ask to wear each other's clothes or play with each other's toys. And they they'll say yes. And thank you for letting me wear your pajamas. Or thank you for giving me your teddy bear. Goodness gracious the cuteness!


5. Wear each other's clothes and confuse me. We were at the doctor's office and I called Joy very sternly and she was right next to me like: what? Lahna was wearing Joy's coat and Lahna was who I was trying to call. Everyone in the doctor's office had a good laugh.


4. Telling me stuff I tell them. I was in the bathroom and Joy busts in and says "LEAVE THIS DOOR OPEN, SO I CAN SEE YOU."


3. Fussing. This isn't cute so much as it's just funny as hell. Some days they hop out of the bed fussing. "Mommy put on your clothes. Mommy, put on your shoes. Mommy, put on your gloves. Your car is freezing."


2. Watching and singing gospel videos. My mom got them started on this and I couldn't be happier. Don't get me wrong, they watching unboxing videos and baby shark and all the other annoying kids videos, but when they get a little gospel playlist going on, it warms my heart.


1. Saying words and phrases incorrectly as they learn the English language. Actually this deserves it's own post. Stay tuned.

Post Problems

I haven't posted since September 2018 because... life.


But for real, my personal computer is old and has no memory, so the thing crashes every time I boot it up, which is just twice a month to pay bills.


Then my work computer is logged into Google using my work email because I have clients who use Google exclusively vs. the Word suite. It's super convenient, so I don't get distracted gchatting people all day, but annoying when I have a thought that I quickly want to blog.


But I have a few quick thoughts now and I'm internet explorer on my blog and on Firefox logged into another Google account.


Hopefully this works because I don't want to be in a meeting talmbout "This document was edition by teaandsuch at 8:27 p.m." I would die.



Wednesday, September 5, 2018

*Booed Up Voice* The Anxiety

So today is Tuesday. Also known as swim day. As in, I leave work at 4:30, get home by 5:30, hop in the car with my mom and my kids, swim class from 6-6:30, Wendy's, bathtime (including washing hair because... swimming), bedtime. This all ends/ended at about 9 p.m., then I started to work.

I don't always work after I put the girls down. I'd say I only do this once a week, if that. Except when I have events. Then I work late night and after the girls have gone to bed ALL THEE TIME. Like I've made arrangement to work late the next two weeks. But today was swim day, so I couldn't stay in the office late.

I'm really scared that I'm going to end up poor. Here's why. This life is not sustainable. I'm 35, not 22. I can't be up all got damn night, not sleeping and shit and then keep doing the same thing over and over again. Somebody is going to get snapped on, then I'm going to get fired.

Let's say I don't snap on anyone, possible. Sleep deprivation can lead to all other kinds of f*ck ups, careless mistakes, wack materials, just a plethora of BS.

So while I'm up right now, I'm afraid that after a 15-year career in this business this one event (or the next one, or the next one) is going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. And then I'll get fired, never be hired again and my children and I will live a life of poverty. All this because it's 1:07 a.m. and I only finished one of the three things I had on my 9 p.m. to-do list.

I's tired.

See also: anxiety disorder.

I'm sure there are some typos here.

Good night.

P.S. I post less than once a month. So sad.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Best Staycation Ever!

So I haven't been into the office since Thursday, July 12th and it's been one of the best staycations I've ever taken. In my new role, I have something like 27... 29 days and I'm a firm believer of taking vacation time. It's a part of the benefits package and therefore a part of my bottom line. So not taking it, is bad for me not just mentally, but financially.

Here's what I did/why I loved it. Maybe a tea's top 10 is emerging.

1. I was firm about doing what I wanted to do. So many people could have been called and dates could have been planned because "I've been meaning to connect with them," but connecting with folks for connections sake, usually takes me off track and leaves me feeling dissatisfied, even in the 2-3 hour encounter was positive. I ran the hell outta some errands on Friday and didn't let the "I'm in town, what's good." messages deter me.

2. I put myself first. My mom was laughing at me because I told her I took off my vacation surrounding a party weekend. What's funny? I'm finally at a point where I can work, be a good mom AND have a social life. I'm also at an age where socializing requires recovery. So yes, I 100% took off work to party. No regrets.

3. I looked like a whole snack at the Posh Paris Club party on Sunday, and #BlackScene boat linkup on Sunday. I am not in anybody's gym or yoga class. I eat two donuts and whateverthehellelse I want every day of the week. I've gained 20lbs since I stopped nursing and I couldn't care less. I needed a new work wardrobe anyway. Point is, I bought clothes that fit the body that I have (and squoze into an outfit that still worked) and I felt great in them.

4. My weekend babysitter was available two days in a row. That's how you know God is good!

5. Because of 1-4, I was fully present Monday-Thursday when I spent time with my big girls (They aren't babies anymore y'all). They loved having me home during the day. I loved experiencing them for a longer period of time. And I didn't have any resentment that they were taking away my ability to do my own thing, because I made sure I did my own thang!

6. I wasn't overscheduled, but was still productive as hell. You know I like a spreadsheet, schedule, to-do list, alladat. But I was so open and free and ended up doing stuff I didn't plan to do because it didn't feel like a chore because it wasn't on my to-do list.

7. I still worked a little bit. I had at least one work call or one work situation to attend to each working day that I was away and it didn't even bother me. Usually I'm like "don't call me no mo & don't text me no mo," but the calls/texts/situations were easy for me to respond to and the people would not have reached out if they had another option. I was happy to be a resource for my team.

8. I didn't give my nanny the time off. She was off for 5 days the other week, so I was so happy to have her support while I was off. Mom guilt almost made me play myself on that one, but nah, she was still working.

9. I got to be a "pretend" stay at home mom. I put the laundry away the same day I did it. I had good dinner on the table most nights. I let the kids play more than they usually do because I'm usually so friggin tired. It was really nice. (Disclaimer: I say pretend because I know most stay at home moms do not have a full time nanny with them and so their lives are significantly different than my 5-day vaca, but if I had everything I wanted, that's how "I" would be a stay-at-home mom.)

10. Finally, I spoiled my babies! They got their first bikes and helmets this week. We went to Legoland, which, let's be honest, was really a better outing for me than them. And their godparents gave them powered princess cars, which I presented like Christmas in July this morning and they were ripping up the sidewalks and neighbors grass this morning. Vroom. Vroom!

So I'm writing this to note that things and going swimmingly well with work, life, home and my loves. When they are having full on tantrums and/or peeing and pooping all over the place, that could be easy to remember. But if I ever go back and read this post, I hope I remember that I took great care of myself and my girls this staycation and we're all better because of it.

I'ma be cute at work tomorrow, too. Bloop.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

When Loose Squares Are Life...

I was going to post this as a Facebook status, but I don't want this coming up in my memories years down the road. I also didn't want the comments and reactions to bring me down, as I was having a banner weekend and nothing positive can be said about this horrific situation. Finally, I didn't want to learn which of my Facebook friends thought it might not be racism, or it might have been justified or whatever else they think that could have prevented a black man from losing his life, which is DEAD WRONG. (No ways to prevent hate).

Here's what I have to say though:

Last night Chicago police killed a working father because they thought he was selling loose cigarettes. What’s the tax on a pack of cigarettes? $3? $5? The police feel like that loss of revenue to our government is worth your life & I am disgusted. This is the same attitude of the Barbecue Beckies & Permit Patties and it’s rooted in hate. If you can’t stand my existence, you damn sure won’t tolerate me being in your presence and “breaking the [permit] laws.” But people do not deserve to die because you can’t stand them buying skittles, smoking cggarettes, selling loose cigarettes, playing music too loudly, barbecuing, selling water to go to Disneyland or selling merchandise on the street OR BREATHING IN YOUR PRESENCE. BLACK People deserve life & personhood and the riot that’s happening on 71st right now is warranted. I’m not sharing any news stories because the headlines & coverage are not balanced. Google it and make your own determinations.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Spring Slowdown

Springtime is so busy, in general, but especially for me.

This year there was

Easter
My Baby's Birthday
Hosting My BFF'S  Baby Shower
My birthday
A conference in NYC, where I kept the party going for my birthday
Sadly, a funeral
Mother's Day

As a March 9th, I got a weekend babysitter. I have a strong village of friends and aunts and even my mom's friends who are usually free and available to watch the girls. However, I had a friend watch them, so I could go to brunch or something and they gave her hell. That's when I realized that having a revolving door of close and well meaning folks isn't going to work for 2, 2 year olds. And I honestly just get tired of asking people for help. I have to go down the list of 20 mogs and hear the "so sorry, can't do its" and as comfortable as I've become with asking for help, I still somehow feel like a burden and I feel like people think I'm ungrateful. (I know feelings aren't facts, but I'm trying to be honest here).


This weekend, I really wanted to go to the Posh Effen Chi Mother's Event (And sadly, I thought this weekend was Mother's Day weekend, so I was completely unprepared to shower my own mom on Mother's Day last weekend. It snuck up swiftly.) 

Anywho, this weekend, I wanted to be out, but my babysitter is a mom, too, and her daughter had a cheerleading competition, so she wasn't free. Hated to miss the event, but such is my life. If I don't have childcare, I can't go.

So this weekend, my children were sweet. Sweet as pie. Their hugs lasted longer. I was able to linger at the park when we went outside and do more before bed activities with them (you should see the routine they put me through before they lay it down). I was able to cook better meals and let them sit on my lap while they ate them.

So many times this weekend, they just wanted to snuggle. In my bed, on the floor. Before Lahna went to bed tonight, she literally said "Mommy, pick me up," which isn't something she usually says before bedtime. And she didn't want anything, but a long embrace.

I am super happy to have a weekend babysitter and an opportunity to get back to some of the relationships I feel like I've abandoned over the last 2-3 years. AND literally to just go to brunch and day parties, which was virtually impossible as a nursing mother and then as someone at the mercy of friends and family being available for me to actually make moves.

With so much going on this spring, I'm glad that I was forced to "slow down" this weekend and experience the emotive responses of my kids. They seem to have missed uninterrupted access to me and while I can't always give that to them, this weekend, I did and it was great!

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Mama, I Made It!

Last night I was up until 2 a.m. cleaning my room and paying bills. The girls and I live with my mom and my room is the "Big" kid's room. The coveted room when we were growing up. The room that you were happy to get when the oldest (or next in line) moved out or went to college. The last person in the room was my little brother and I think that was 6 or 7 years ago. My mom was using it as a closet when I arrived.

My brother had it painted this hideous red and blue and he never finished painting it, so most mornings I woke up to what looked like blood splatter on the walls. It was a dreary place to be. Not to mention, it's too ugly in there to share photos of the girls. Like most kids, my babies LOVE sleeping, playing, jumping and lounging in Mommy's bed and they're so stinkin' cute when they do it. However, I couldn't post any of the pics because the decor in the background was so hideous.

I bought a comforter set that I loved and zoomed in to a photo or two, but most of the good photos are not staged and include any number of red, white and blue unfinished painted walls in them. Fast forward to last night and I've arranged to have the room painted. The painted will be here at 12:30 p.m. since I have no free time during the week (I actually had to work late twice this week, which I rarely do anymore). But since I have no free time during the week, I had to clear out my room to make it paint-ready.

First of all, I'm a pack rat.
Second, I live in the family home, so my bedroom is like my studio apartment.
Third, I have two babies (they're big girls now, who are we kidding, but they are MY babies). I have two babies and there's SO! MUCH! STUFF! So I cleared out all but my closet, dusted, scattered things in the basement and living room.

Then I had to clean the kitchen. I have to wash the dishes, every night. I say this because when I was living alone with no kids, I did NOT wash the dishes every night. I would let the dishes pile up Monday through Friday and Saturday morning, get busy. This was, of course, after sleeping in and before or after brunch. Man, those were good times.

So I HAVE to wash dishes every night, so that the nanny doesn't come in and have to clean our dishes (Rude) and on the weekends, so I don't have a 13-hour work day (13 hours with my kids is work)... So I don't have that kicked off with a filthy kitchen.

But in May 2018, I also have to sweep and vacuum every night because my kids throw food on the floor. Sometimes purposely, but now mostly just because they miss their mouths. And it's springtime and we had ants here the moment it turned 70 deagrees, so there can't be a morsel of rice on the floor before I lay my head down, like none.

So anywho, I do the the cleaning. I clear out my hoarder's bedroom. THEN, since I've been ripping and running for what seems like the last 2 months, I had to sit down and finally pay bills, which means I also had to balance my checkbook and the statement closed on 4/25 or something like that and this is 5/8, so I have almost a month of withdrawals and deposits to account for on top of my current statement.

I HAD to do all of that because with the kids on the weekend, there's no telling if free time will truly be free AND I like to keep a steady level of energy. Doing too much during the day will have me ill prepared to take care of them when they wake up from their afternoon nap and being tired running after toddlers is a recipe for disaster.

So I paid all the bills and while I feel so blessed to have not even remembered I got paid on 5/15, then been able to pay all the bills and have coins left over, I still don't get any joy or fulfillment from opening all that mail (real or electronic) and doing all those life tasks. 

Now that I've caught you up, I'd like to say: Everyone can be as mad as they choose at the 1%. I'm trying to BE the 1%. I think my life's true fulfillment will come when I can staff all of these positions.

Nanny*
Cleaning Service*
Financial Planner* 
Driver (Does Uber count) 
Chef (tried to get this one for free. Backfired.)
Accountant 
House Manager (this one is so clutch and often overlooked ESPECIALLY for stay at home moms. Watching kids is one job. Cleaning is another job. Cooking is a third job. And doing very necessary, but mentally draining work of getting rooms painted, making sure heating, cooling, plumbing and refrigeration is up to par AND paying bills, finding service people, negotiating with them. Hell, just calling your service providers to double check on the accuracy of your monthly bills is/could be a full time job).

I think (I could be wrong), but I think when I have all of these positions feel, I will have finally "made it."

*I already have these. Praise God!

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Numbers That Blow Me...

Did you know only 9% of people go out for New Year's Eve. As a parent this makes nothing, but sense to me. Who exactly is going to watch my kids while I hit the streets to party? And if I have free time, would I use it to party or sleep? And who exactly do you trust to be all in your house all hours of the night while this partying is going on? It's just not practical. But the overwhelming [social media] response is "what are you doing for NYE?" This starts as early as Halloween. Most people ain't doing nothing. Why do we harass each other with these questions.

Did you know only 30% of American households have children. This is down from 34%. Having kids is such a finite time in people's lives. It makes so much sense because most people who don't have kids or who's kids are older are COMPLETELY oblivious to the lives of parents. Like you can't invite one of my children without inviting the other. Or you can't just show up at someone's home, it might be nap time. Or you can't just wing it when it comes to meals - kids need plans and nutrients and UberEATS is not the move with toddlers. Like, why would you know these things if you didn't have kids or don't currently have kids in your home. 70% of mogs don't have to deal with this. If you'd asked me before I saw that stat, I would have said at least 50%.

Grocery prices are down. WHERE? I guess at Whole Foods since Amazon bought them trying to be everything to everybody. But I was never paying Whole Foods prices to begin with, so that overall change didn't affect me personally. But, I guess, yes, grocery prices are down. Thanks Amazon.


P.S. I wrote this forever ago and forgot to post it. Thank goodness. Now I am averaging one blog post a month. *cabbage patch*

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Toddlers at the Super Bowl

We're going to Pittsburgh this week and the logistics of that trip are on my mind, hence I had the following crazy dream.

I dreamt that my mom and I took the girls to the Super Bowl. And they had been to some football games before (in other dreams), but I was really worried that one would leap out of my arms onto the football field, then I would be jailed for child neglect.

I somehow got separated from them. I was with the luggage and my mom was with the girls, so I checked into the hotel. Then I heard twins in the hallway and I looked out and saw turquoise and purple coats and opened the door. The woman coming into the suite next to mine had seven kids. Two twins run amok, two older kids (like 5 and 7) and three kids hanging off of her. I opened the door, looked down and realized that these weren't my kids. And while she was struggling to open her door, I informed her that I had 22 month old toddler twins, then I closed my door, offering her no help. (Side note, this cooks my grits. People want to have full on adult conversations with me while I am wrangling toddlers. Stop doing that. I don't care that your coworker's cousin's uncle had twins. If those twins aren't going to babysit or give my twins hand me downs this useless chatter must cease.) 

Ok, so then something happened where the tickets I purchased for my mom and my babies weren't working, so I was working feverishly online trying to use my free tickets to get my babies to the Super Bowl. (Side note, I have two free flights right now. One on American and one on Delta. You know you're washed when you have free flights and can't even take them. I AM taking a free flight to Pittsburgh, but I had to buy my mom's flight, so yeah... all these miles and nowhere to go.) And I was sitting there reflecting on how dope it is that I can take my toddlers to the Super Bowl.

Then I woke up.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

In These Baby Streets

In 2015, I didn't take any days off for Christmas because I was saving up all my days for maternity leave. In 2016, I didn't have any days left because you have to use all of your sick time, personal time and vacation time before your short term disability (maternity leave) kicks in. So from August 1st to December 31st, 2016, I had no days off work... And I was a new mom, nursing twin babies. LAWDT, I was tired.

Oh, but 2017. What a glorious year it has been. I sleep through the night. And I'm finding out that most moms don't actually get 6-8 hours of sleep. Sucks for them. I'm sleeping good and I'm not turning back! Things are getting back to normal, or hell, things are a new normal and they are fine with me.

In 2017, I AM TAKING A WEEK OFF WORK FOR CHRISTMAS!!!

AND AND, my children are mobile enough that I can take them outside without a partner. I think the first time I did that was at K's baby sprinkle and it was a doozy. They had just started walking and were running around tearing K's house up.

But now, we've been a few places and done a few things. I think we get to a play space and/or a  birthday party about twice a month. Well, next week, we in these streets every day baby! What I'm not gone do is be in the house with two toddlers for 10 straight days. Nah, they're about to get to know the ins and outs of the city and suburbs.

I invited most of my mom friends (I know I forgot somebody). Please forgive me if you are one of the forgotten. But it's lowkey, come if you're free. Not a birthday party. Not a big deal.

Plus, they have outfits! Ooh, do they have outfits. Christmas Eve, Christmas, Regular church day, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day outfits. Athleisure and bathleisure outfits. Park, playtime, nighttime and bedtime OUT FITS!

Oh boy, this part of mom-ming is fun. I'm ready!

Monday, December 11, 2017

Ah, the Domestic Life

I'm a mom. I've fully leaned into that. It fits me like a glove. What I was not prepared for is how domestic I have to be in order to do mom stuff well. Ugh. I just hate the cooking and the cleaning and the grocery shopping. Nesting is cool because it requires consumption and I'ont mind cosmetic shopping. But since my body decided to give me two babies at the same damn time, I don't really have the funds I thought I would to hire people to do all of the things I don't want to do. I have to clip my own cartwheel coupons dawg. It doesn't suit me.

Anywho, while I was washing dishes Sunday night, I decided a on few more repairs I want to get done to the home. Since moving in with my mom, you'd think I actually owned a home with all the repairs I am doing. If we're being honest, I really just want a big condo or to rent somebody else's house. I want to focus on living life and let someone else do the house management.

Alas, if this was Downton Abbey I would live downstairs and not upstairs, so here I am. Eating the servant's meal (whatever Lahna & Joy leaves on their plate) and managing a household.

I decide I'm going to get two things done to the bathroom. Not a full remodel, just two things that will make the time we spend in this room go better. I have the plumber coming Tuesday. I have the contractor on standby for when the plumber gets finished. I could potentially have these two things that I've been wanting to do forever, done by the end of the year (or even before Christmas). I'm geeked up about it.

Sunday afternoon, the dryer breaks. I have a lot of clothes, but I don't wear a lot of clothes. I wear the same five things in rotation and four of them are loungy pants because I work from home most days.

LAWDT, my one load of all of my favorite things are wet and funky in the dryer and now I have to shift funds from the bathroom repairs to the dryer. OR, I just have to pay for both, which is also the likely thing. I don't want to adult.

Do you own your home? What are the most annoying repairs you've had to do recently? Are you a hands-on handyman or do you hire out like me? Do you prefer new construction or fixer uppers?