Am I Lame?

Am I Lame?

There was a time in my life when Saturday nights meant partying, dancing, and lots and lots of booze. But for the most part, those parties are few and far between now that I’m an “adult.” Most Saturday nights are spent at home more or less like any other night. Dinner, followed by bathtime for the kids, watch some cartoons and put the kids to bed. My husband and I are lucky if we even have any energy left after getting the kids to fall asleep. 

Tonight is another lame Saturday night. It’s almost 7, I’m already exhausted and the kids aren’t going to bed for another hour and a half. By this time most nights I’m barely able to keep my eyes open. But I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything. We had an awesome day with the kids, playing outside and splashing around in the pool. I’m looking forward to just watching a movie or some tv and cuddling with my husband on the couch. Adult life may not be as exciting as some of the parties I have attended, but it sure as hell is more rewarding. 

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Am I A Hostess? 

Am I A Hostess? 

Holy adulting! I am way out of my comfort zone here. Yesterday was my son’s first birthday party and we hosted it in our home. Our daughter was born in January and our house is tiny, so we haven’t had her birthdays at the house. I was in way over my head. 

Luckily I spent all day Saturday getting things ready so I was well prepared for the day. Until guests started to arrive. I was so nervous I had butterflies in my tummy for an hour or so. 

But the party went pretty well! Jr scored tons of new clothes and toys, everyone ate and we didn’t run out of food, and the kids had a blast. It was really my first time hosting a party for that many people, and I think it actually went quite well. And grammie and papa took the kids home for the night, so we even got some mommy and daddy time when the party was over. All in all the day was a success, and I’ll gladly do it again (but not until next year!)

Am I Ever Gonna Be Happy?

Am I Ever Gonna Be Happy?

I have been extremely depressed lately. I’m not sure where it’s coming from, exactly, but it’s gotten pretty bad this last week or so. I’m completely unmotivated to do anything, I haven’t worked out in 10 days, I’ve been eating like crap, not taking care of myself or the house. I could go on. The weather wasn’t particularly bad, until a couple days ago. It was actually really nice and felt like summer. It’s raining now, and I know the weather plays a huge part in my depression. 

I know what I have to do to pull myself out of it, but I just can’t seem to force myself to do any of those things. It’s like a secret part of me deep down inside just wants me to continue to mope and wallow. I know that’s just my mental illness feeding itself, or even the devil trying to pull me further away from God. I was doing so well, praying and going to church regularly before this bout of depression set in. Being closer to God definitely makes me feel better, but I’ve strayed away from it, yet again. 

It may have something to do with the anniversary of my sister’s death being last week. It’s always a difficult time for me, and this year was no different. I actually visited her at the cemetery for the first time in over 4 years. May 15th was the 11th anniversary of her passing, and the first time I took the kids to go see her. 

I even postponed the kids doctor’s appointment they were supposed to go to yesterday. This is not the way I want to feel, and hopefully getting it out will help me to move past it in a healthy way. I have responsibilities that need taking care of this week, so I have to try to be something that resembles an adult. Jr’s first birthday party is this weekend, so I have to clean the house and get the yard ready for that, along with food and cake and ice cream. It seems like a daunting task from as far down as I feel right now, especially with taking care of two toddlers on top of it, but I know that I can use my coping skills, turn my thoughts around, and get it done. 

Am I Watching Too Much TV?

Am I Watching Too Much TV?

I try not to be a couch potato. I try to get myself and the kids outside every day, whether it’s playing in the back yard, taking a walk, or going to the park. But we do like to watch a little TV. 

My kids are obsessed with Mickey Mouse and Daniel Tiger, so they spend their mornings watching cartoons while I tidy things up and get breakfast ready. I usually shut off the TV during breakfast and try to keep it off as long as I can. I know that I’m more active and productive when I’m not watching so much TV. 

I do have a couple of shows that I like to watch regularly. I’m a Wheel of Fortune junkie, so I try not to miss an episode. I watch Jeopardy most afternoons, and my guilty pleasure 2 Broke Girls after the kids go to bed. 

I try not to get too caught up in reality TV, and new shows that get you hooked. I’ve always thought watching TV is a waste of time. But I do occasionally binge watch a series on Netflix or HBO. I try not to do it too often, and keep my TV time to a minimum. 

I’m able to keep up with my household chores and adult responsibilities much better when I’m not sitting around watching TV all day. As much as I’d rather be lazy and lounge around on the couch all day, reality calls. It’s just after breakfast, so time to turn off the TV, put the phone down, and get my daily to-do list knocked out!

Happy Friday! 

Am I A Good Mom? 

Am I A Good Mom? 

I’m relatively new at this whole “mom” thing, and I’m constantly second guessing myself when it comes to my parenting. Am I feeding them enough? Am I letting them watch too much TV? Am I stimulating their minds enough? The list could go on. 

But as long as my kids are happy and healthy and at the end of the day they’ve had enough to eat and are relatively clean, I feel I’m doing a pretty good job. They’re learning and growing at the right pace, and they are both very sweet and loving. I’m trying to do my best to teach them the skills they’ll need to be productive members of society when they grow up. 

My husband and I have a 15 year age gap between us. He is a classic Gen-X’er, and I’m a pretty typical Millennial, so we don’t always see eye to eye on some things, especially parenting. But we manage to work around that most of the time and compromise in the middle. We think we’re doing a pretty good job of raising our kids so far, but we’ll have to wait for them to get older and start making their own decisions to really find out. 

Am I Adulting? 

Am I Adulting? 

To start I’ll share a little background information about myself, for those of you who don’t know me.

First of all my name is Megan, and I am a wife and mother of two seriously awesome kids. I am a Millennial, having just celebrated my 30th birthday. My amazing husband, Jeremy, is a Gen-X’er, getting ready to celebrate his 45th birthday later this year. Our day-to-day lives are relatively boring, but having such a large age gap can often make things interesting.

We have two beautiful children. Lillian just turned 2 and Jeremy Jr will be 1 this month.

I guess now that I’m a mother and a wife, I’m officially an adult, right? Most of the time I don’t feel like one. I’m really just winging it everyday, trying to make sure the kids get enough to eat and wash off in the tub every once in awhile. I literally look at my husband all the time and ask, “Do we really have two kids? Who let that happen?”

Of course, I wouldn’t change it for a second. Motherhood is the most amazing thing I’ve experienced so far in this thing we call life, and I was truly blessed with incredible kids.