What a day...

So today started out like any other Tuesday. I managed to get up, get a shower (miracle, I know) and get Roy and Jack ready to get out the door to take Roy to preschool. Well, on the way to preschool the boys and I were in a car accident! Thankfully no one seems to be hurt, except my poor little Honda Accord, of course. But the guy that cause the accident - what a ...I'm not even sure what word to use!

Those of you that live near here will understand when I say that he came from Route 28 North onto 606 and cut across 3 lanes of traffic to get in the middle of the intersection to make an ILLEGAL u-turn! So he caused the two cars in front of me to slam on the brakes. I did the same but apparently the girl beyond me didn't hit hers fast enough. To add insult to injury, the guy didn't even stop!! She crashed into my car and I saw him making the u-turn. My naive brain figures "he's going to pull over and stop", but NOOOO. He just kept going. No concern for the woman and her two small children in the car!! What is wrong with people today? Are we so busy and self-involved and rude that we cannot worry about the welfare of our fellow man?

So that got me to thinking about the kind of person that I am, the kind of person I'm teaching my kids to be. I want them to grow up to be people who are concerned for their fellows, their country, their planet. And from what I saw today, there are very few examples out there for them to follow. Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of wonderful people who are a part of our lives who are shining examples for my boys. But it is so disheartening to see people act that way. And to think about how I will explain to my kids that someone wasn't worried if we were okay.

And I know, I need to be grateful. Things could have been much worse. It's just a car that can be repaired (or maybe replaced if Dean gets his way), no one was seriously hurt (although my back may disagree tomorrow) and we are lucky to have insurance that will handle everything. So here I sit, in my kitchen making a list of all the things to be grateful for (while trying to quiet the voice in my head trying to convince me that we need to hunt the guy in the orange truck-y thing down and kick him really hard in the shins).

Here's a pic of the back of the car:

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Not horrible, I know. But annoying just the same. Thank God we're all okay. I'll update tomorrow after the estimate at the body shop - that should be fun...

Firsts

So, another mom that I know threw out the challenge to write a blog about firsts.  There are so many firsts as a mom, I wasn't sure where to start.  Her challenge was to just start writing whatever came into your head, so here goes (I'm assuming if you are reading this you obviously want to know what goes on in my head). 

One of the greatest firsts I can think of is the first time Roy said "Mommy" and he meant me.  Not the first time that he called me Mommy, but the first time he said it and he wasn't talking TO me, but ABOUT me. 

Right after I had Jack, my mother-in-law put together this sort of photo board with all the pictures from Jack's first few days.  On this board there is a picture of Dean with Roy and then a picture of me with Jack.  Now, Roy was all about pointing to Dean and saying "Daddy", but that was it.  And then I see him point to the picture of me and Jack and he said "Mommy".  Well, my eyes welled up with tears - I couldn't believe that he actually knew that the picture of his Mommy was ME!  And then it hit me...I'm someone's mother!  Holy guacamole!  How did this happen?  I cannot be responsible for the development of another human being - I can barely keep myself alive!  And then I remembered that I've been doing it all this time (he was 20 months at the time), and he seems to be turning out reasonably okay.  I don't do it perfectly, but I do the best job that I can.  Of course, the flip side to this is that now I keep wishing that he didn't know that I'm Mommy!  How many times a day do I hear the word Mommy?  6,000 I'll bet - and it's only going to go up once Jack starts talking.  Ah, the joys of motherhood!

Domestic rantings

So, how is that the top rack of the dishwasher can be full the second that the last load was emptied?  I mean, seriously...I unloaded the diswasher and once I loaded all the sippy cups, coffee mugs, snack bowl and little plastic plates the top rack was full again?  Why didn't I know about the dishwasher with separate drawers before I bought this one??  Can I justify running a load with 1 or 2 plates on the bottom with the random knife or fork and a fully loaded top rack?  And what is it that makes the top rack so safe, anyway?  Are my coffee mugs going to shatter if I wash them on the bottom?

Obviously I'm a little disillusioned with my dometic divahood today.  Sometimes it feels like my life is a never-ending serious of dirty dishes, dirty diapers, dirty laundry, dirty house, dirty mommy (who has time to shower with all these other things to clean?).  Don't get me wrong, I love my boys and I am so grateful that I'm able to not work outside our house...but what I wouldn't give for a really tough accounting issue to deal with somedays instead of a 13 week old who refuses to go to bed at night (like I had last night), you know what I mean?  Does that make me a bad mom?  Those are the things that no one tells you when you're having kids - someone needs to write a book with all the things you need to know - it's not perfect, poop on clothes happens, hating your life happens, loving your life happens...

Enough out of me for now, I think I might actually get a shower this morning if the monkeys will cooperate.

Attitude of gratitude, attitude of gratitude...chant it with me...

Hello world!

So here it is, I have officially started blogging.  I have no idea if anyone will care what's happening, but we'll give it a shot. 

The boys are fabulous - Roy actually went pee pee in his potty chair today!  I'm not sure he has any idea what he's doing, but he sat and there was pee.  I'm counting that as a victory.  And we had a Jack victory the other night as he went from 8pm to 5am!  I call that sleeping through the night!  And at 13 weeks!  We'll see if he ever does it again. :)

I am exhausted tonight for some reason, and I have all these fruits and veggies I need to get cut up and put in the fridge.  It may have to wait until tomorrow, I think I might have to bag it for today.