Sunday, February 28, 2016

The juggle

No one prepared me for REAL motherhood. Those intense but everyday moments of motherhood.

A couple weeks ago Quinn woke up sick from a nap.

I kept Quinn in the boy's room with me so I could keep my eye on him while I changed the yucky sheets on his bed, changed his clothes, gathered anything else in the room that needed to be washed, and wiped down the mattress pad.

Amidst this I had originally closed the door and locked it leaving Maxson and Bryson out of the room so I could focus on the mess ahead and Quinn. Of course those other 2 boys are having a fit I left them out of the room. Through Maxson's frantic tears he goes down stairs finds a knife and is then able to unlock the door happily allowing himself in to the throw up room so now I have Quinn's mess as well as 3 needy children all in one small room.

I go to put Quinn in the bath, rush downstair to get a couple oils, Lavender and Wild Orange, to put in the bath with him. Of course when I get up there Bryson is trying his hardest to get in the bath with all his clothes on and Quinn has pulled out his yuckified stuffed animal from the basket of things I need to put in the laundry.

So we start the bath with just Quinn to have his own alone time. Bryson and Maxson are dying to get in but I talk in them out of getting in with Quinn enough to wait a few minutes.

I get Quinn out. Let the bath drain, refill it for Maxson and Bryson. Go downstairs to get Quinn a cup to throw up in. Try to get Quinn dressed I can tell he's starting to not feel well again. As I sit outside the bathroom door watching Maxson and Bryson in the water continually asking Max not to do this or that (dump water on Bryson's head, use tons of soap to make bubbles, taking toys away from Bry, etc) Quinn is in my lap pale as a ghost throwing up a little here and there as I keep comforting him.

Once Quinn's episode is done I go in the bathroom trying to crouch enough to make it comfy for Quinn to cuddle me while dumping the throw up in the toilet. Of course Bryson needs to get out of the bath tub and come look in the toilet and cup to see what I'm doing. So as I'm trying to cuddle with sick Quinn with one hand, pushing wet slippery Bryson back in the tub with another as he is grasping onto the cup or toilet to get a better look and I'm trying to flush the toilet as fast as I can before it touches anyone and then rinse the cup out to be ready for the next episode on Quinn, and surely Maxson is doing something I don't love in the bathroom.

It's that moment that i'm like "No one prepared me for this. No one told me I would literally be juggling throw up, sick children, and slippery fish children all at the same time and no one would be around to help."

When your first child is sick everything you do in life revolves around that one sick child. Your day and tasks stop all to comfort that little one.

Enter more children and one sick child and the day keeps going. Everyone else still wants to be fed and making messes while one just wants and needs to be cuddled and loved and held and for time to stop for them. But it can't.

The struggle of the juggle is real.

You press forward.

You keep going.

You get through it.

In the moment you do what needs to be done and as much as you can, and then afterwards looking back at it you're like "Woah, that was tough stuff and I made it through!"

That's it.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

An inaugural VLOG for my BLOG

Things are getting a little changed around here! I've started a new public instagram account, @sliceofkimber as well as joining in to sharing doTERRA essential oils! Hold the phone, hippie oils? I know, right?! But just hear me out! It's a lot of new stuff and feelings and opinions behind it all so I wanted to share it video style with you all!

So head on over to sliceofkimber on instagram, you can see my February oils promo, ends in just a couple days! And all next week is HAIR week on the gram with a few special contributors sharing their expertise knowledge! It's going to be really fun.

ALSO I've joined the world of periscope, it's kinda fun :) So go over there and find me @kimbercutler

If you want to learn more about oils (like I said, just give it a chance! Just listen to a class once!) Drop me a message in some form and I we'll find a class time that works best for you, just you and me chatting or a small class or whatever. I'm flexible if you're flexible. Remember oils ARE NOT just for hippies. They're for normal people like me (and you!) and I promise you can find a use for them and need them in your home for one reason or another!

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

In the picture

Here's the last week's in the picture series!

My first mall walk with the boys went splendid
The next day was warm enough to go to the park! Heart emoji's for days!

Breakfast in the morning, unsuccessfully keeping my cereal away from the babies.

Shadows. those are 2 babies.

Max and Casey were out of town so I got to bond with the babies on our walk!

Max still MIA, babies LOVE the diffuser...too much sometimes.

Late night Sunday selfie.

Digging holes!

Helping mama sew a new throw pillow cover!

Sunday, February 14, 2016

In the picture

2/8/16 sledding fun
2/9/16 change of weather 

2/10/16 tired momma and cranky babies = oils

2/12/16 happy birthday dearest husband!

2/13/16 forgot to take a picture, so night time selfie it is.

2/14/16 happy valentines to my sweetheart.

Monday, February 8, 2016

In the picture

2/4/16- books with babies
2/5/16 kitchen life with grumpy babies
2/6/16 oils on the feet at night
2/7/16 sunday love
2/8/16 brought the pull out bed out for entertainment.

Friday, February 5, 2016

All in a mornings work

Clean laundry dumped everywhere (this was after I got it all off the stairs and put half of it away)
Shoe box explosion as Max tried to find the ONE pair he wanted
5 minutes of unsupervised entertainment of my 3 is our closet = shoes exploding.
I thought they were bounce housing but really they were just making a disaster of my cans.
Not pictured, the box of 9 puzzles strewn everywhere 

I kid you not, all those messes were made in the span of less than 2  hours. Sigh.

IN other unhappy news my children are the terrorizers of everyone else's children. When with friends I can be watching my children like a hawk, turn to tell a friend something, and 4 seconds later my friend's child is crying because one of mine is doing something awful to them in the brief second I looked away, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. It's awful and I can't keep up on all of them and I feel so bad and I'm trying to keep them all under control but it doesn't work and I probably seem like that neglectful parent who let's their children hurt others but between my 3 kids my time is filled with stopping them to stop tormenting another child. And as always, I SWEAR MINE ARE THE MAIN ONES WHO ARE CAUSING THE TROUBLE. It doesn't matter what age the other kids are, younger, older, baby, my children can always figure something out a way to get them to cry: stand by them, take a toy, hit them, look at them, touch them, push them, take their food/drink. It's exhausting being THAT mom of THOSE kids no one else wants their kids around.

Rant over.

Pity Party over

Hope it's going better for you.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

in the picture

For the month of February I'm getting in the picture!!!! I did this 2 years ago in March, and it was really fun to go look back on recently when flipping through our family album.  I won't be posting these on instagram because that would be annoying to see everyday, ha, I'll post the days' recent pictures over here every few days!

21/16- Babies 15 month check up. They had just gotten their shots and as you can see from Bryson's face, still recovering. Their new squeaky toys were the prize for them!
2/2/16- Making cinnamon rolls with Maxson. Playdough playing skills come quite in handy when it comes to real life baking skills 
2/3/16- I usually don't get to sit down for breakfast until a couple hours  after the babies have finished theirs so by the time I do sit down they're ready for round two of my breakfast.