Free night....

So here's the deal: when I left my job as a Starbucks store manager I was able to stay on with the company part time. When I say part time I mean five hours a week.... from 7p-12:30a. One night a week (or two nights if I'm really lucky) I do not have to change diapers, wipe noses or load that friggin' washer. So last night was my 'free night' which is a sad way to refer to a job but none the less I do and this is my safe place so don't judge me. I'm making lattes and looking forward to my ten minute break when I get to drink a free Frappuccino and read a book without any guilt. Did I mention free Frappuccino?
I knew I was doomed when my 'manager' (he's twenty one and I helped hire him into the company last year because I thought he was precious and now he tells me when to go drink my free drinks) tells me that B is on the phone. Let me just tell you I thought hell had frozen over. B never calls me at work- EVER. I get on the phone and its worse than hell... its an all out screaming bloody murder baby. Screaming over said baby B says, "You have to come home! I don't know what to do! Something is wrong with your child!" Oh no. He's no longer our child but 'my' child, this is serious. In an absolute panic I find someone to cover for me (I absolutely love the partners at my new store. They rock and make free night a blast. Or maybe I like them simply because they can go pee on their own and don't beg to watch Cars over and over and over....) and jump in my car. By this time I have the husband and screaming baby on my cell phone. As I start pulling out of the parking lot something miraculous starts happening. Bloody murder baby stops crying and becomes happy smiley baby... because his Mama is on speakerphone.
I get home and pick up the again crying child. B glares and mumbles inappropriate things as the beautiful child smiles at me as if I am Jesus himself. His little eyes were red and swollen from all the missing Mama tears but his little heart is happy because here she is in all her coffee smelling glory- Mama to put him to bed. Little adorable jerk face. Didn't anybody tell you its free night? I didn't even get my Frappuccino...

More goin on than just baths...

So now that Father's Day is behind us I feel I should be honest.... the sink that the guys installed.... doesn't work.

Yep. Mama is rinsing dishes in the bathtub until Thursday... that's when the part that got 'broken' during the installation is expected to arrive UPS. Please God let it be here Thursday because in my opinion the bathtub is for, you know, bathing. Crazy right?

On a positive note I promise not to take the proximity of my kitchen sink to the dishwasher for granted again. At least for a little while.

Happy Daddy's Day!

So here's the deal.... parenting is hard. I mean sometimes it is HARD. And our oldest isn't even three yet so come back in fifteen years and I can only imagine what I'd have to say. I don't think it was a mistake when God created woman and man because this is definitely a two person gig. Even if its just taking turns walking said two year old back to time out.
My point is: I am so lucky to have such a great partner in parenthood. From the moment that I met B he told me he wanted to be a father and not to brag, but he's pretty great at it. E is an absolute mini daddy. If daddy does it it's the thing to do. That being said B gets the side glance a lot- like the other day when E apologized for holding his "junk" on the way to the potty. Wow Daddy. Now in hindsight I give it a chuckle because again- parenting is hard (don't even get me started about how E refers to himself as Lady Gaga sometimes- Nice one Mama). Brian also manages to juggle having two boys that demand his attention, a job that demands his time and a wife who demands his money (what? I thought we were being honest!).
So short and sweet- the boys and I are lucky to have him! I try to tell him as much as I can just how thankful I am for his love, support & friendship and for giving me the opportunity to make raising our children my purpose.

*edit*
So I started this post on Saturday night and am finishing it on Sunday night... anyone want to guess how my wonderful husband & dad spent Father's Day afternoon?
...............putting a new kitchen sink & faucet in our kitchen because it kept spraying me in the face......... even on their special day they manage to take care of us. :-)

June is more than just a month...

So let me just kick this thing off by acknowledging the obvious: I am well aware that every third person in this world is now a blogger. Some of my best friends have wickedly entertaining blogs. So don't think that I am here to enlighten the world. I'm not. I'm here to create a journal for myself, my sons, my husband and any of our friends and family that are slightly interested in hearing about our adventures. This is for me.

That being said let's get on to June. No not the month... the other more famous one...


I recently became a stay at home mother or as they called it back in the day a "housewife." HA! I know. The word itself terrifies me. I am outspoken. I have been lovingly referred to in a derogatory term that rhymes with itch. And I like it! I'm a feminist. My husband and I bicker every single day because I am right and he is wrong. There is no "yes dear" in my marriage (even though I admit sometimes there should be- or at least a firm handshake and a truce) I am not June Cleaver. I've entered into a whole new world that I once thought myself incapable of enjoying. Don't get me wrong, I adore my sons and love my husband dearly, but I am a woman that likes working. I had a job I really loved (ok they all have their days- but mine was pretty great) and I had the pleasure of managing a staff of amazing people (friends). Now the only thing I'm managing is our new front loaders and a pail of cloth diapers... we'll get there... I'm not going to scare you in the first post. (Read: Diaper sprayer) So I am the new Household Manager aka I do the dishes, clean the toliets, wash the diapers, and cook the meals- oh!- and I run the budget... that part I enjoy a little too much however. So I'm toting the line today as I line up the ingredients for my Hubby B's favorite dessert on the kitchen counter. I know June would be proud and I'm drinking a beer... because I'm proud too.