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The Daily Struggle

     Yes, I'm alive. It has literally been months since I made a new post. Considering I was dead to the blogging world for what feels like an eternity, I will fill y'all in with a little bit of what has been evolving in my life.

     Well for starters my ass is back in school. After years of fulling and farting around with college and wondering what I wanted to do, I finally found a profession that I absolutely love and one that is a perfect fit for me. Let me add by saying this is the hardest damn thing that I have ever had to do. It has been years since I have been in school and I was terrified to go back. Working on the weekends while trying to raise an out of control gremlin, who is about to be two, is enough to make me want to sell her at a yard sale. Not like a Thursday morning yard sale where you wanna get the best price possible, but a Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock when you just wanna get rid of the damn thing! Oh the fun stages of a toddler! Anyways you get the point. Also, maintaining a relationship with my now fiancé, yes fiancé, and yes he's crazy, is also something that I have to constantly work at. Kinda like how I am in the process of trying to make dinner, and I am completely incompetent of starting a charcoal grill. It's quite sad, and I had to call Cody to figure out what the hell I was doing! I'm not the best cook! The point is trying to balance all of what I am delt with right now is pretty freaking damn stressful. So if you come and visit me and my house looks like it was destroyed by 10 wild animals, know it's just one two year old who has no manners and can act like an asshole. Oh and also everyone else who lives in the house!

     Since my whole life schedule has changed, I have tried to change as well. I have changed by completely giving up the idea of ever becoming that perfect mom. I don't even try anymore because my life is such a shit show, that I don't even have the opportunity! Plus I now know that there is no such thing. If I'm not trying to keep my child from darting out of the back yard, I'm constantly using a vocabulary that only consists of the word no. Somedays if the devil herself wants mac and cheese for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, well guess what?! I don't care what any mom's social media looks like, life with children is not always unicorns and disney movies. It's get the hell to sleep before mom puts a craigslist add up for your ass, and sends you to off boarding school when your ten! When she finally does fall asleep and you've had three glasses of wine and go and check on her, you cry because you've never seen anything so perfect in your life. Then you wake up and realize you get to do it all over again. It is a constant love hate battle.

     I love my daughter more than life itself and she is reason for all that I do. She is the reason why I put myself under so much stress everyday! I want to be a role model for her to look up to, and I want her to be proud of who her mom is. I want her to know that she can accomplish anything she sets her mind to, even if it seems nearly impossible. Each day is a new day to learn and a new day to overcome obstacles, no matter what you are facing. If shit gets too tough I just give thanks that I'm twenty six with a child and I'm of age to buy wine. Lots of wine.

XOXO,

Adrienne

Slacker

     Ugh, I've been slacking when it comes to my blog! I have just have so much going on. I put my resignation in at work since I start school again in April. I'm in the process of finding a part time job for when school does start, and I have to look for a new sitter or daycare as well. Seriously kill me. Just when I thought everything was working out, nope, just kidding, I'm screwed. It never ends does it? Well I will leave you all with this absolutely adorable picture of my Snow Queen, since I'm way to tired to write anything else. I'll be back this weekend, I promise!

XOXO,

Adrienne

Just a Phase

     Have kids they said. It will be fun they said. Eye roll. Let me just tell you this has been a very stressful couple of months when it comes to my child. You would think that a demon has taken over her body or something. Talk about bad. I literally had to pour myself a glass of wine last night at 6:30, only after being home for and hour and a half. I couldn't take it. Thank god Cody doesn't judge me for it. The fact that he helped me get the bottle out, should tell you something about my night.

     Seriously, when does this whole parenting thing get easier? My child won't eat, she won't listen, whines over everything, she is driving me absolutely crazy! Just this past Sunday she drew blood on my face, after scratching the shit out of me. Really Reagan? Dammit I brought you in this world and I can take you out of it! Isn't that what all of our moms said to us growing up? Oh if Beckie would have been here last night to see this I know exactly what her words would be......"this is your karma". Shit, I should have been better when I was a child. Come to think of it, she is her fathers child as well, and what a hellion he was! No wonder she's so damn bad, look who her parents are. I felt bad after while because I told Cody I was done being her parent, she had me that stressed out. Now we all know that is completely false and that I love that child more than life itself, but for that split second I might have meant it. I know I've said it before, but instructions on my child when she came out, would have been a huge help!

     I know she's only a short couple of months away from turing two but damn, I never thought she would be one going on thirteen. This chick has the attitude of a teenager, and the sass of a twenty one year old who's about to get her period. I can't even handle my own meltdowns at times, let alone Reagan's. Poor Cody, god speed if we have anymore girls. I'm sure he would be on a monthly cycle with the rest of us. So what do you do? Lord knows I have no idea. I just have been winging this whole mom thing for the past eighteen months. Lets face it, she's a girl, she's almost two, and her mother is an emotional wreck eighty percent of the time. Sometimes I just let her freak out for a couple of minutes, and then proceed to ask her if that was actually necessary, which clearly makes things worse. I mean she did just say "more", and when I went to take the bottle to get more, she starts yelling at me screaming "mine". Dammit Reagan I know it's yours. Mama doesn't drink out a purple sippy cup, unless it has a cork on top of it, and it tastes like fermented grapes. This kind of behavior is kind of a good thing for me because it allows me to understand what Cody has been dealing with for the past three years. I have one word for you, Saint. 

      At the end of the day kids are just like us. They feel emotions, stress, anxiety, everything that we feel, just in different ways. They handle it differently. Shit I think Reagan handles things better than I do at times! The last thing I want to do is make my baby feel like she can't express herself, or feel like she has to hide her emotions. I've started to let it bother me less, or at least I'm trying too. I tend to maybe yell a little too much, and I don't try to actually figure out whats wrong. Maybe she won't eat because she had a late lunch at the sitters. Maybe she's fussy because her teeth hurt, or because Disney Junior is over, and she wasn't done watching Doc. McStuffins. I know that I need be understanding and patient when it comes to her, because since she can't tell me what's wrong, as a mom its my job to try and figure it out the best I can. It will come with time though, and it will pass just as quickly as it came. Soon enough she's going to be packing her room and heading off to college, so I better start appreciating all the time I do have with her, because before I know it, it will be gone. Now I need tissues. On the bright side. One day when she is stressed the hell out, I can pour her a glass of wine as well, and unwind with my best friend. 

    

Short, sweet, and too the point

     I love my boyfriend. I really do. I know it may not always seem that way, but I do. I just talk about what people leave out on social media. You're welcome! We are far from perfect and the couples that claim to be are full of shit! We have our ups and downs, and topics that we don't always agree on just like everyone else. I wanted to make a short post tonight since its late and I'm super tired, due to a couple glasses of wine! Yes, I know it's Wednesday but I have off all this week, so basically this is my vacation!

     Anyways, we all have those things that bother the shit out of us when it comes to our significant others! I could make a list and go on and on, but I will not do that to Cody! On his defense he could probably write one for me as well! I've gotten to the point where I just shake my head and move on, it's not worth it! Moms we need to pick our battles, and when we can't, we blog it! I mean really? Your name is written all over that. Literally! Love you babe, even though the simplest things in life, are the hardest for you. Like putting the dishes in the sink. 

Mom vs Mom

     Lets talk about moms for a little today. Do you ever notice how there is always a competition to see who's the better mom? I do, and it annoys the shit out of me. Arn't we supposed to be in this together? Why do so many of us shoot other moms down? I just don't get it. This doesn't just go for moms, it goes for women in general.

     Women are such bitches. I never realized how annoying we all are until I become a mom. Why is it whenever someone asks if I had an epidural, it's always followed with "Oh, I had an all natural birth"? Really? I'm pretty sure you asked me, and do you want a cookie? Why not just say congrats on carrying a small human around for 9 months, and pushing it out of your lady parts. You use Tylenol when you have a headache, so what's wrong with meds when you're having a baby?! Ugh. Let me just say even with the drugs I still felt everything, and thirty minutes into pushing I was done. I didn't wanna do it anymore! I'll never forget asking my pregnant nurse why the hell she decided to do it once more. Pretty sure I never want to experience that terrible thing ever again, or at least not until I forget about it!

     Feeding, don't even get me started with feeding. As long as you're feeding your child does it matter how you do it? Every mom is different and every baby is different. As a mother you do what's best for you and your baby. I really don't care how you do it or when you do it its all fantastic. Reagan was on formula, I wasn't comfortable breast feeing so thats what we went with! I would have people tell me that breast is best and way better for the baby. Oh I'm sorry, do you know my child? Do you know my life? I also had guys telling me this. Really? When you have a chid come out of your penis, then you can tell me what you think is right! Reagan also had reflux and she needed special formula with the proteins already broken down, but thanks for your uneducated opinion!

     I also wanted to bring up this topic. I work full time and I will be starting school again in April. I want to have a career and a family, and there should be nothing wrong with that! I want my daughter to have everything and more, and that requires me to finish school. Its also important to me to finish. I wanna prove to my daughter, and myself that you can do whatever you set your mind to, regardless of the obstacles. I love my daughter, but I would lose my mind being home 24/7. Work sometimes is a break for me,but on on a good day! That's my life, and it may not be for everyone. No matter what you do, you should never be judged. If you wanna stay home with your kiddies that's great too! It's whatever works for you and your family, and don't ever let anyone make you feel like you're doing the wrong thing. It's becoming more and more expensive to be a working parent and it's freaking ridiculous. So I completely get staying home, and if it wasn't for friends and family, I wouldn't be able to work.

     As mothers we should be building each other up, instead of picking at every little thing that we can. Congrats! You showered today, did your makeup, and your chid is still alive and kicking! Good job mama, that's a win. The world be such a better place if we encouraged one other, and embraced everyones way of raising a child. At the end of the day we all are still losing our shit and pouring ourselves that bottle of wine! Cheers mamas you've made it through yet another day!

   



   

   

Winning at Parenthood

     I have those moments where I think, damn I really got this parenting thing down. It's not so bad.  Then I hear Reagan throw her bottle down the floor vent, and all of that goes to shit. So basically that thought lasted about 5 seconds, and now I'm cleaning milk out of my duct, trying not to curse. Dammit usually slips out and is repeated several times, along with why. Why does my child do this? What makes her do these ridiculous things? That then causes me fear about the calls I'll be getting when she starts school. "Reagan spilled her juice on the floor and screamed dammit in front of the other kids". As any great parent would do, I will deny of any words being used like that in the household, and remind Reagan when she gets home that only mom can talk like that! By the way I googled what that was called, and duct came up. I don't know about you but I learned something today, and if Cody saw the google history he would completely make fun of me. PS he's a carpenter, I should know better.

     Here is how I know I'm winning at the end of they day. If I make it there.

1. I still have a kid.
2. I actually got to shower alone, in peace, without my child screaming like a wild banshee outside the door.
3. I actually got a shower.
4. During the meltdown in TjMaxx, I kept calm as if  I was Mother Teresa herself.  
5. I walkout of TjMaxx without buying the Elsa doll I bribed her with during her meltdown.
6. I only had to count to two
7. The phrase "good decision" was used most frequently than "don't even". 
8. When she handed me my empty wine glass, and said more.
9. I got to drink my coffee, without it ending up on the floor, or finding pacifiers in the bottom of the mug.
10. There is a pacifier actually in sight. 
11. All of the wipes are still in the original container, instead of in her mouth.
12. I still have hair, and a little bit of my sanity. Key word LITTLE.

     The fact that I'm still able to function at 9 o'clock is a damn miracle, but you know what? It's all worth it. I love that little girl more than life itself, and I honestly don't know where I'd be without her.  Despite what kind of absurd things I  deal with on the daily, I always find a way to make it work. Even if that means Reagan learns the work dammit a little sooner.  Anything that my day, or my child throws at me I'm always prepared, because I have coffee in my pot, and I know exactly where every wine store within a fifty mile radius is. Thanks Google maps, you do come in handy.

Under Construction

Baby girl helping set up the new blog!

Oh February

     The month of February is here, and this has to be my least favorite month. One word.....Valentines Day. Well I guess thats actually two words. Plus it's cold as shit! Ugh, it makes me cringe. I find it strange that it makes me cringe since I can be a pretty sappy person. Maybe its because it gives guys a reason to do nice things for you one day out of the year, when they should be doing it all year round! I know I probably sound like a bitter bitch, but that is not the case!

     I honestly feel kind of bad for Cody around this time. Ehhh, I feel bad most of the time. I can be pretty crazy! I must be the most difficult, hypocritical, confusing girlfriend ever. I hate Valentines day yet if he didn't celebrate it with me, he would never hear the end of it! I just hate the corny, cliche holiday! Do not buy me roses either! How is a rose a symbol of love? They are expensive and they die before any other flower! Hearts, I hate hearts too! God. I sound like a bitch! I just enjoy the simple things! Get me a bouquet of wine, feed me, and let me drink as much of that wine as I want! Maybe some flowers too, so you don't have to hear me complain! I'm complicated, I know!

     I just feel like you should be shown love everyday! The more I write these the more I start to see how lucky I really am. I've started to see what really matters, and what matters are the simple acts of love that are shown everyday. I have coffee made for me, my car started for me in the morning, unless days like today where my car is completely frosted over! Good job babe! I get I love you text messages, how is your day messages, and my favorite, forehead kisses. Don't let all of this fool you, I could still kill him ten times a day! Learn to appreciate what you have, instead of wishing what you could have. I really shouldn't be complaining though! I have a reason to get dressed up and have a nice night out, baby free! That never happens. Usually Cody ends up falling asleep and Reagan and I are left to fend for ourselves with Disney junior and a bottle of Apothic. You know a typical raging Saturday night!

     Can't wait to see everyone's posts about all the heart jewelry and roses ya'll will be getting! Me? Hopefully this mama gets to throw on some heels and throw down some wine! I guess February isn't so bad! After all it does give me another reason to drink. Cheers bitches! Till next time!

   

I was completely overwhelmed tonight and before I knew it was wayyyy past my bed time. I'll get back to writing tomorrow, but in the meantime here are some adorable pictures of my baby girl!

Soulmate

    Disney movies, those damn Disney movies. I'm pretty sure they gave all of us little girls not so realistic expectations of men, we all know this feeling all too well! I remember telling my grandma that I couldn't wait to grow up, have my own house, and family. What the hell? What ten year old says that?! If little Adrienne knew then what she knows now, I bet she would have waited a lot longer to say that!

     Don't get me wrong I love having my own house and family, but damn, where the hell are the instructions? How come Disney didn't teach me how to love someone when the thought of them breathing is just too much to bare? That would have really helped out.... a lot. Relationships are hard. Sometimes I wonder why the hell we even want to be in them. You can't stand their face yet you want to have a baby, and throw out a fifty fifty chance that your child will end up with their face. Well that makes a lot of sense! It actually does. You love that person, or you wouldn't want to make a mini version of them. This is where people would usually throw in the term "soulmate".

     Some of you may believe in them and thats fine, but me....well. I think it's a crock of you know what. Shit. Do I think that this one person was put on the earth just for me to find? With the population of seven billion? Hell no, thats just freaking crazy. I believe in compatibility. I believe that Jason Statham and I would be highly compatible, unfortunately he told me that the long distance just was not going to work. Sadly I had to move on. If Cody and I were truly meant to be soulmates, I'd say they did a pretty bad job with us. Could you imagine us as one body? Jesus, we'd kill each other. We would end up cutting ourselves in half, before the Gods even had a chance! I'm surprised we haven't already killed each other! We are together because we choose to be. Not because it was written in the stars. Life is not a Nicholas Sparks book, no matter how bad we want it to be.

     People fight over so many things. I'm sure I could probably fight with Cody about everything! He could tell me the sky is blue, and I would fight him that it was green, until I turned blue! That has nothing to do with him. I has everything to do with me. I'm stubborn and I don't like to be wrong. I have my own inner demons to fight and poor Cody gets the wrath sometimes. He also has demons that he fights and I get his wrath, we all have them. But thats why you're with someone. To have someone to help you fight through all of life's troubles. You're with them for their company and to share your life with them. So why not share your thoughts? I feel like so many of us hold in our stress until one day we just freaking snap, turn green, and shred our clothes off. I'm referencing the Hulk incase you missed that. If we would just open up to the people that we trust our hearts with things would be so much easier. If that person won't or doesn't wanna listen to you, maybe it hits a trigger that they are not ready to open up about it. I mean eventually you have to talk about it but maybe it just needs some time. Relationships are about patience and understanding, just as much as they are about love. We never really know what's going on in our guy's head, they are just as much of a mystery as us women are!

     This person chose you and you chose them. They continue to choose you everyday over everybody else in this world. I would miss all the things I can't stand about Cody if I ever lost him. I would miss yelling at him at five thirty in the morning, telling him to stop rubbing his feet again me. I would miss yelling at him for needing to use the bathroom when I need to shower. Notice how I'm always yelling at him. Damn, I'm starting to feel kind of bad for him. Just kidding, no I'm not. I would miss that stupid little noise that he makes at night that keeps me from falling asleep. You get the point. Cody really annoys me! I don't believe in soulmates I believe in choice. I believe that you learn to love. You learn to love how someone wants to be loved, but also staying true to who you are. You should never have to change who you are to be with someone. Just because someone doesn't love you how you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. To me the idea of someone loving me despite all the things they could hate me for, is more romantic than the idea of a soulmate any day.

Balance

     Balance. Sounds easy doesn't it? Life is hard to balance period, no matter what you have going on. Most of us have jobs, relationships, friends, family, and trying to keep all of those things where we want them is extremely hard. Once you have kids things change drastically. You usually lose friends who don't understand what it means to be a parents, your significant other becomes someone who you go to for everything, and they become your best friend. They also become your worst enemy! You start to become closer with you family, especially your mom! Now add work, time for your kids, time for you family, time for your lover, and most importantly time for yourself. Seems pretty impossible doesn't it?

    My balance usually starts with a really large glass of wine, around 9:30pm, alone, binge watching Once Upon a Time on Netflix. Before that I have Hulked out at work about 20 times, came home, said "No Reagan" about 1,000 times, and "Cody can you..." about another 1,000 times. I have one child and lose my mind everyday, let alone have more! All you moms out there with several kids, hats off to you, you deserve an award! Just this morning I had to ask Reagan why she insists on playing with my work out dvds, and shoving all the wipes in her mouth. Meanwhile she has all the toys she could ask for! At a year and a half she clearly told me she loves to just torment me. Sarcasm if you can't tell. This child is strange. She refuses to eat half the time, yet baby wipes is her choice of snack. I can't. Now I have two tv shows playing at the same time, I don't even know how to do that. How does she?! Coffee, I need more coffee.

     You have to learn to take care of yourself. I started exercising more, going for long runs, and yoga, all just to clear my mind. If I didn't take time for myself I would probably end up single, because Cody would not be able to tolerate me. Not really sure how he even still does, but that could go both ways I guess! I was doing everything all the time. Getting Reagan up in the mornings, getting her home after work, starting dinner, cleaning up dinner, cleaning up the house, getting her ready for bed, you know all that mom stuff. I would become so angry with him for not helping and I would just lose my shit! I then realized I have a pretty loud mouth and that if I need him to help me, just freaking tell him! Men can be kinda clueless at times. Now, Cody helps out more than I do! If you want something done you can't expect anyone to know unless you tell them. They can't read minds! Even though I am still convinced Cody should be able to read mine.

     Do not, I repeat do not bring work home with you. Its fine to talk and vent, but do not bring home the negative attitude. It affects everyone around you, even the kids. I would bring all my stress from work home and I was a huge bitch. I'm starting to see a trend here. Bitch, I keep using it! Hummmmm. Home is supposed to be your happy place. The place you wanna come to after a long days work. If you make your house a stressful place, no one is going to want to be there, not even you. I have also learned that if you are so unhappy with your job, change it!

     I'm lucky I have a little girl. We go shopping together, do hair, makeup, all the things I like to do! I make sure to spend time with her on the weekends, since I don't see much of her during the week. If I had a boy I would have no idea what I would do with him! Balance for a relationship is hard and that is another topic I will get into later but, the best balance for moms is to take care of themselves, and make time for themselves. You need to let go of the stress you carry everyday, or we all would be raging bitches 24/7! Find things that you enjoy to do alone. The less stress you hold in the happier you will be, and that goes for the loved ones around you too. Balance is hard, and sooner or later we all figure it out. If we can't, there is always a bottle of wine around the corner.

Mom Mornings

     I don't know about you but mornings and I do not mix well together. I am literally a completely different person until I actually wake up. Do not look at me, do not speak to me, do not even breath near me. A conversation is not ok until I am in the car driving, and I've had at least one cup of coffee. Lets be honest I'm a huge bitch in the morning. I can be pretty mean, and for that, Cody I am sorry!

     Being a mom is the greatest job in the world, but also the most stressful. The mornings always seem to be the worst. Probably because I have a million different things to do in about an hour. Does Reagan have her lunch packed? Does she have diapers? Did I remember to wear underwear? Shit, I need to brush my teeth, but I still have coffee to drink. Do I really have to go to work? When the hell did I turn 26? Why am I an adult? Did Cody seriously switch the the lids on the fat and not fat creamer? That shit head, yes he did! Getting out the door is a struggle everyday. It's hard enough to get myself places on time let alone add a toddler into the picture! Every time I turn my back Reagan has black eye shadow in her hand and is seconds away from making herself look like Ozzy Osbourne. Never mind too late, Ozzy is in the house.

    Sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out. Or pulling a Britney and just shaving my head. I usually have to bring myself back to reality at this point and remember that I'm not Charlize Theron, and that I would look absolutely terrible with no hair. Or would I? Getting ready in the mornings would be a hell of a lot easier. Who am I kidding. I would look awful, and my hairdresser would kill me! Anyways, I always just take a second and think about how lucky I am to have a little girl with such a crazy personality, who wants to be just like her mom and do her makeup. Or that I have a boyfriend who is comfortable knowing that what he is about to do is going to completely piss me the hell off until about noon. I am happy to have all this chaos around me, it reminds me how lively things really are. By the time I realize all this is only 8am and then I remember I'm on my way to work, which then pisses me off again! This is the time that either I call Cody or he calls me, and I end up apologizing for being such a raging bitch, and his words are "Its ok, I'm used to it". Don't let this fool you, he can be mean too!

    The point is all the things we end up complaining about, are the things that we appreciate the most. I'm writing about how bad my mornings can be, yet without them I would be lost. My mom mornings are the best mornings I have ever had, because they remind me about a little girl who I'm lucky to call mine.

   

The beginning

     Well, I caved. I decided that I may or may not annoy the crap out of people when I talk, so I figured if I write they are listening at their own risk. I honestly don't even know where to begin. So many things cross my mind in a seconds time period, I am surprised I was never diagnosed with an attention disorder. I will just blame my parents for that one! So honestly were do I begin?

     We will start with my daughter, Reagan. As you can tell we have mastered the art of selfies. One out of maybe 100 tries we get it right, and finally get that perfect mother daughter picture that looks so effortless. When that happens and it finally lands on social media its 9pm and we started at noon, along with trying every angle and every room in the house, no joke. In all seriousness I wanted to start this to vent my own feelings and let all you moms out there know that it's a struggle for all of us. Everything is a struggle and you're not alone. Sometimes the greatest blessings in life are also the hugest pains in the ass, like children and even the grown children who we call our significant others. We all think it, don't even lie to yourself! If you're feeling like you're the only one out there who has lost her shit at times, don't, you're so wrong, I lose my shit every day, over almost anything. You can say Im pretty emotional. I am probably too much to handle most of the time, so thanks to all the people who put with me! 

     Lets be honest, being a full-time mom and working full time is THE hardest thing I have ever had to handle. Then throw a relationship into the mix. Damn, I have no idea how people do it! It all came so quickly. Getting out of longterm relationship that was pretty toxic at times, to falling in love with someone who I hardly knew, that was lot. So many emotions. Then 9 months later...SURPRISE I can have kids after all. Long story short, it happened all at once. Growing up. It came all too quickly. We kinda took the opposite route of life, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Two and a half years later we have a house that we are flipping, a beautiful baby girl, great family and friends, and a very dysfunctional relationship, but in a good way. If it can be in a good way? I mean its working so it can't be that bad! 

     No relationship is perfect no matter what it looks like on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and whatever else people use. Why would people wanna document the bad stuff for everyone to see? Doesn't everyone wanna try to one up everyone? Hashtag "perfect marriage", Hashtag "love of my life", Hashtag "love my perfect life". Ugh give me a break! We get it you're happy today, and you have yet to fight about who didn't do the dishes. No, this is not me being bitter, this is me being real. Do I love Cody? Of course I freaking do! Do I wanna rip his head off and feed it wild animals? Yes, almost everyday, and I bet he would say the same. That's just how we are, that is how WE love. We have gotten to where we both understand that we are stubborn as hell, and neither of us will back down. Eventually he usually gives in! :) But hey, everyone is different!

     

     Thats just life, and I am getting way too off track and once again my mind is overwhelmed with so much to say. I hope y'all don't get bored, I'm so ready to let y'all see my real life struggles and let all you wonderful moms out there know that you're not alone, and thats its ok to feel like you're losing your shit because we all are! So ready..set..life, its just the beginning.