Ahhh...
Corbin is sleeping soundly in my bed. The one and only place that he will sleep soundly. Every night, it's the same routine. I get him to sleep in my bed. He falls fast asleep. I wait a while, watch some TV, play around on the Internet, whatever. When I am finally ready to go to bed, I pick him up and carry him to his brother's bedroom, and quietly and quickly put him into bed snug between 2 big brothers.
Ahhh...
Then I settle into my comfy bed, done with parenting for the night, or so I think (wish). As soon as I hit that place where I am finally going into a restful sleep, I hear it.
"Mama."
I think to myself, ok, he will find his bebe and go back to sleep. I close my eyes even tighter. Hoping, praying that he will just stay in bed with his brothers. I just need one night with no one touching me, no toenails scraping my back, or little feet sticking up my shirt. Just on night, come on Corby, you can do it, I silently chant with my eyes tightly closed.
"MAMA. BEBE!"
Ya, that's not going to happen. Well, ok, he will come to me. I am all of 20 foot down the hall. I can stay in my comfortable spot that took 15 minutes to find, and he will come to me.
"Mama. MAMA. Bebe. BEBE!"
So, now I have a choice. Let him be, he can come to me, he can find his bebe or drag myself out of this very comfortable spot and carry my 35 pound 2 year old toddler back to bed. Decisions, decisions? How badly to I want to stay comfortable? How badly do I want the other boys to stay asleep? I REALLY want everyone else to stay asleep, so I relent, go to his brother's room, dig around in the bed and find the bebe, and carefully carry Corby back to my bed, toenails and all.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
My 4 Boys
The boys are growing up too fast.
Corbin just turned two, and so far it's not terrible at all. He's actually a little sweeter, if that's even possible. His hair has grown out so now he has curls, like Cadan & Carson, but Corbin's are a bit wilder. That's just Corby, though, a bit wilder than the rest.
Connor started pre k this year and is doing great. He loves it, and he has the same teacher that Cadan had for pre k. Connor has this wonderful little personality... He loves everyone and everyone loves him. He adores his brothers, but his Daddy most of all.
Cadan is in first grade now. Wow... How did that happen? He's reading, and he writes pretty well. I had no idea how much homework a first grader would have.
Carson is 3 1/2 now... and he's just so precious. He still takes his bebe, although I know we are getting to the time that I have to take that thing away. We had a mini crisis tonight when we couldn't find it. Steve found one somewhere. Poor guy just cried when we couldn't find it. I told it was time that bebe went away, and that just broke his little heart. I held him while he cried and cried. I hate having to wipe away those baby tears.
Corbin just turned two, and so far it's not terrible at all. He's actually a little sweeter, if that's even possible. His hair has grown out so now he has curls, like Cadan & Carson, but Corbin's are a bit wilder. That's just Corby, though, a bit wilder than the rest.
Connor started pre k this year and is doing great. He loves it, and he has the same teacher that Cadan had for pre k. Connor has this wonderful little personality... He loves everyone and everyone loves him. He adores his brothers, but his Daddy most of all.
Cadan is in first grade now. Wow... How did that happen? He's reading, and he writes pretty well. I had no idea how much homework a first grader would have.
Carson is 3 1/2 now... and he's just so precious. He still takes his bebe, although I know we are getting to the time that I have to take that thing away. We had a mini crisis tonight when we couldn't find it. Steve found one somewhere. Poor guy just cried when we couldn't find it. I told it was time that bebe went away, and that just broke his little heart. I held him while he cried and cried. I hate having to wipe away those baby tears.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
It's Been a While
Hello, hello!
Yes, I have wimped out and not kept up with my blog. *sigh* You know how raising 4 boys and working full time will suck up all your time, or the good majority of it anyway.
So...
I feel like I am out a crossroads in my life. I feel like I need to shed this skin I wear and find a new one. Not so much on the family front, but most certainly on the career front.
I work for a HUGE corporate giant. I feel like I will never be anything but a peon here. It's exhausting to try to reach these standards that are not at all attainable. It's not just me either, my peers cannot reach these goals either.
I have a decision to make. Do I leave this job I despise? We have the savings to be comfortable for quite a while until I could secure a new job. I should be pretty marketable. I have been at my current job for almost 6 years.
I know that in this economy I should be grateful for what I have, but damn. Just damn. This place is a pit. Yes, it's a nice office. There is no manual labor. I feel as if I am wasting my brain power, certain talents that I have, I am wasting here. What talents do I have besides making babies? There are many more.
I will get back to this.
And no, I won't be leaving soon. I can't. Steve won't let me.
Yes, I have wimped out and not kept up with my blog. *sigh* You know how raising 4 boys and working full time will suck up all your time, or the good majority of it anyway.
So...
I feel like I am out a crossroads in my life. I feel like I need to shed this skin I wear and find a new one. Not so much on the family front, but most certainly on the career front.
I work for a HUGE corporate giant. I feel like I will never be anything but a peon here. It's exhausting to try to reach these standards that are not at all attainable. It's not just me either, my peers cannot reach these goals either.
I have a decision to make. Do I leave this job I despise? We have the savings to be comfortable for quite a while until I could secure a new job. I should be pretty marketable. I have been at my current job for almost 6 years.
I know that in this economy I should be grateful for what I have, but damn. Just damn. This place is a pit. Yes, it's a nice office. There is no manual labor. I feel as if I am wasting my brain power, certain talents that I have, I am wasting here. What talents do I have besides making babies? There are many more.
I will get back to this.
And no, I won't be leaving soon. I can't. Steve won't let me.
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