Having children changes you. There is no getting around it. Before I had three children there were at least a dozen times a month that my living room was clean. Not clean, clean. You couldn’t eat off my coffee table without a placemat but at least we had a workable coffee table. Now what we have is a “coloring book, empty straw cup, Happy Meal toy, markers and dirty pretzel holding area.” It’s embarrassing. And it’s not getting better like I thought it would. When the twins were infants and Elby was three I kept telling myself and anyone who saw the inside of my house, “Oh, sorry it’s a pig sty but we have all this baby crap and where do you put it? It will get much better in a year or so. Ha ha ha.” Yeah, ha ha ha. It didn’t. At that time my living room was an ocean of Desitin tubes, baby bottles, breast pump paraphanalia, baby food jars, diapers, exersaucers, bouncy seats, empty Xanax bottles…you know the drill. Now it’s just as bad but with different crap!
Before I had kids, although I was never neat to begin with, at least the producers of Hoarders wouldn’t have salivated at my living conditions. Now I’m afraid that the Chinese food delivery guy is judging the state of my house.
And the inside of my minivan? Oh lord. I swore I wouldn’t be that lady with the half empty ice melted Diet Coke in my cupholder, random art projects all over the floor, Goldfish crackers in the glove compartment and unrecognizable food remnants in the folds of the baby seats. But here I am.
So why do I do it? Why did I let my life turn into a circus? Why have I come to terms with the fact that I will only be able to brush my teeth every so often? And why do I fight the good fight to stay clean, sober and present? I can think of three good reasons.
Chery, that was a very touching. Thank you very much for sharing. Just what I needed to hear
The photo with one of the twins touching your face is priceless and made tears in my eyes. You better enter that one in a mothers day photo contest. I’m sure there are a few going on now.
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They are soooo beautiful.
I know. Kids can be delightful little suckers, even if mine insists on smearing her hands across the sliding glass doors every other second. I mean, if I’m going to take two minutes to clean them four months or so, the least she can do is stay away.
Your girls are gorgeous.
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I disagree. Kids are nice and all, but living in filth sucks. That’s why I get depressed nearly every day when I walk into our house.
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i am happy to read the type of posts that you used to have again! dont get me wrong, i am happy that you are sober and all that. but i miss reading the mom stuff, as thats what i can relate to right now.
is this bitchy? i hope not, as i love love love you as teresa from jersey would say.
ramblin red said,
Elby DOES look just like you! Heartbreaker she’ll be.
I too am *that* mom with the nasty car – blech. My husband is a mechanic and he says he hates to work on mommy vehicles because they are all the same on the inside: FILTHY!
But, they are worth it.
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And just celebrated 4 months!
great photos – and I love the Hipstamatic app, too!
I’ve always been kind of psychotically neat, bordeline OCD and all that. Well now, post baby and with one cooking all I can say is Oh My God, my house. My poor house. And you know what, I don’t give a shit.
Your daughters are so beautiful. And loved. That’s all that matters.
And everyone has cheerios stuck to their asses when they get out of the car, right?
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Absolutely!!! Yes yes and YES! I used to be very TYPE A. Course I used to be a wino too. 😉 Funny how, once I stopped drinking, I was able to unclench my fists and let go, ever so slightly of the Type A lady. Therapy, over a year of it!, has helped that too. 😉
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I remember those days… now mine are 15, 17 and 18. I drove a big red suburban that had so many various food particles smashed into all its surfaces, that I would smile and tell people brave enough peer inside, “if we ever got stranded somewhere we would all have enough to eat for a week!” Not so much food anymore, but lots of sweaty uniforms, dirty socks, a single flip flop, soda cans…. don’t let the mess get you down, it’s all material. I have to believe we will actually miss it when they are on their own.
These pictures are too cute!!!!