real life...

If I were 17 years old I would be in my car right now, driving around withe the music turned up as loud as it will go...but I'm not 17 so I'm on my bed, in my pjs, and I'm blogging...

Today has been one of those days...the kind of day that I wish I could redo all over.  School was just kinda rough and then I came home to a baby who is getting both of her top teeth right now as.we.speak... Need I say more?  She wasn't a happy camper.  Her wonderful sitter told us that she HELD her for 2 hours this afternoon while she napped.  I knew that meant we were in trouble, because that has never happened.  The worse part is that I know she is hurting, and there isn't a lot I can do to help.  We entertained her for the next 2 1/2 hours and then she was beyond ready for bed.  Bath time was a nightmare... but getting clothes on was even worse!  The entire time as she's screaming I am repeating over and over in my head "Lord give me patience"... before long I'm out!  Finally she's dressed and the bottle is on her mouth and she's quiet...and all I can remember is yelling at Tyler... who didn't deserve it...

So I just rocked her and rocked her and cried and prayed...This isn't exactly how I wanted my day to end, but it did and there is nothing I can do about it except go to bed and try again tomorrow... Try to do better... Try to be more patient... Try to be kinder...I have said this many times, but it's the truth...being a mom is the hardest job I have ever had...mostly because I want to be perfect...and well, I'm human.  This is real life...getting up at 5:30, getting Liza to the babysitter bc I have 20 kids waiting on me...rushing home to see Liza...and sometimes losing my patience...this is the real stuff... I wouldn't change a thing...

So as I go to bed tonight, I pray that I'm given the chance to do a little better tomorrow...good night...happy labor day weekend...

Here is a pic from tonight... Pre-fit;)

our kind of perfect...

Tonight as we were sitting in the kitchen chatting and feeding Liza I looked at Tyler and said, "You know, out of all the things we could be doing right now, and all the places we don't get to go anymore...I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but right here... I love being home...just the 3 of us." He completely agreed...There is nothing better than this feeling... With that being said, it's no where near perfect around here...There are times in every day that I think to myself -I'd just like to be able to sit down and do nothing, and times when Liza's fussiness makes me nuts, and times when I look down at my "newly mopped" floors and see wet puffs stuck to them or part of a banana smushed on the floor that Liza just threw from her highchair... But all in all, it is perfect, perfect for us...and I wouldn't trade 1 minute of our lives... Before I had Liza I was very guilty of looking around at others and comparing myself/my life...I often prayed about this bc I hated it... I didn't want to be that way, but I was... from the time Liza entered this world, that has all stopped... Nothing matters anymore but the 3 of us... and I love it...Tyler and I had a wonderful life before her, but nothing compared to today...

Our day consisted of donuts in bed (even Liza got a few very small bites)...then we had Liza's pictures made...ate lunch at Woods... went swimming... got snow cones...had dinner...and ended it with a bubble bath... As simple as that sounds, its what I love the most...we were all 3 together all day long... I can't help but stop and thank God for this life... As I rocked Liza to sleep and  looked across the room and saw a pile of things that need to be hung in her closet, it made me smile...I couldn't help but think about how those things just don't matter anymore...they will get hung eventually...So before you worry about the small things, take time to enjoy your loved ones...My kitchen floor may have puffs on it, but Liza sure had fun making that mess...

Here are a few pics Marxy took today...Happy Saturday...