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As moms, we sacrifice a lot. We go without so our children can have and sometimes its hard to see the things we gain because we’re so focused on what we’ve lost. I saw a video the other day that really hit home and helped me examine my heart and priorities. Take a watch, Mommas, and remember that you’ve gained SO. VERY. MUCH.

 

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Its October, y’all! I freaking LOVE fall. I love the cooler temps, the festive food, college football, and the fact that I can wear a hoodie without a bra and no one would know!

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But, along with fall comes something I detest.

Halloween.

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Okay, before you freak out, let me explain. I absolutely LOVE dressing up and the glorious candy-splosion that happens on October 31st. What I can’t stand are Halloween decorations.

But Jessica! That’s part of the fun. 

Not if you’re a parent its not.

Why? Because going to the store to pick up milk or toilet paper, or cereal isn’t an easy(ish) task anymore when its fall and you have kids. The geniuses at Walmart and Target and pretty much every other store think it is a smart move to put crap like this throughout their stores:

 

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And what happens when a child and toddler sees these hideous balloons that are not only terrifying but also make a loud noise due to the fan that keeps them inflated?

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Then, instead of going about our merry way and getting what we came for, I have to spend the next twenty minutes calming down two frantic kids who are acting like they are undergoing an exorcism.

Why don’t you just go a different route to get the things you need? 

I do.

But again, the folks who have set up these things so intelligently placed them IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING STORE.

So while most of the world sees Halloween decor and celebrates…

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…I brace myself for the oncoming storm.

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Right now, we’re in a lovely phase of parenting Huff the Babe. Wait, I mean we’re in a loathsome phase of parenting: the two year old stage.

Its less than pleasant.

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And its not just because its the “terrible twos”, so much. Its because, this time around, its “the-terrible-BOY-twos”.

But Jessica, you say, surely its the same as it was with Huff the Tot. 

To which I reply:

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The Boy Twos are infinitely different than The Girl Twos.

With The Girl Twos, there’s a lot of crying. Emotions are constantly on high and frustrations are endless. When you’ve got a girl going through the two year old phase, she wants to choose her own clothes, she wants to dance constantly, and she cries at the drop of the hat.

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That, I totally get. After all, I’m a woman. I get that estrogen is basically like an amphetamine that can make you crazy and cry about weird stuff like I did when Cassini made its grand finale.

 

The Boy Twos however are nothing but running, screaming, throwing, hitting, flailing on the floor, and destruction.

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The Boys Twos are all about fighting anything and everything.

Mommy wants to change your diaper? DO NOT LET HER. Its clearly a trap to suck out your soul. Run, hide, twist and turn as she uses baby wipes on you. Whatever you do, RESIST! 

You need to put your shoes on? Shoes? You mean death shackles?! Hurry, throw them under the dryer so your parents have to waste thirty minutes moving everything out of the laundry room to grab one flip flop. 

The chocolate milk you demanded was served in a blue cup instead of a green one?! INSUBORDINATION! Throw the cup on the ground so it cracks and spills chocolate milk everywhere! 

The Boy Twos leave you physically exhausted. They make every muscle in your body sore because you’ve spent the day wrestling with something the size of a puppy that has the strength of a silver-back gorilla. The Boy Twos leave you counting down the hours until bedtime. Not bath time, mind you, because THAT is a whole other beast of its own in which you will be soaked as well as tired.

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But…The Boy Twos are also unexpected cuddles. They are “I wuv eww”s as you hand over their favorite truck while tucking them in at night. The Boy Twos are “I want Momma”s and holding sweet, dirt-covered hands. The Boy Twos are cars and trains and dinosaurs. The Boy Twos are hard. But The Boy Twos are also precious.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind, being a mom of littles. But then I see people with tweens and teens and praise God that I’m still in the “toddler/little kid” phase of child-rearing. Why am I so glad that I have ankle-biters instead of angsty, pre-pubescent young adults? One reason: FLOSSING.

Y’all. I just can’t with this dance. Before this ridiculous trend there was The Dab. That too, irked me beyond all measure. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I’m really just a grumpy old man in a 33-year-old’s body.

 

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But seriously. I’m over it. Flossing needs to be filed under “Trends To Disappear in 2018” along with LOL Surprises, Fortnite, and political posts on Facebook. I know for a fact I’m not the only parent out there that feels this way. The Holderness Family did a video about it!

 

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The other day, I felt like a chicken with my head cut off. I had so many errands to run, places to go, and things to get accomplished. The kids and I will soon be back at our church’s Mother’s Day Out program and Huff the Tot’s birthday party is next weekend so there’s been a lot to prep.

After a whirlwind day of shopping, organizing, writing, cutting out lamination, and wrapping gifts and goody bags, I collapsed on my bed at 10:00 p.m. I almost immediately  sat back up.

Did the kids get at least two servings of fruit today? 

Did I give them enough attention? 

Was I too short-tempered? 

Did I give them enough hugs? Kisses? 

Should I have read one more book at bedtime? 

This is almost a daily ritual with me. Its like I can’t go to sleep until I’ve listed all the things I’ve done wrong as a mom and vowed to make the next day better.

As I wrestled with myself about how much of a terrible mother I was, I started mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. Then, I came across a video a friend had posted. (I’m not entirely sure who Rachel Hollis is, but I’m glad she made this video!) It was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. In the short video, she says God made you and your child a perfect match. She elaborates by telling the worn-out, worried mom:

“You can’t fail at a job you were created to do.” 

WOW.

That got me. I started crying and told myself that I know for a fact my children went to bed that night knowing that I love them. And THAT was proof I wasn’t failing.

Here’s the video in case you need to hear her words of wisdom too, Momma. You’re doing great.

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I’ve been working really hard at losing a few pounds/getting back into shape the past few months (I’ve really let myself slack this summer) and that means Momma is taking in fewer calories than she’s burning. Which means I am hungry quite often. And when I’m hungry, well, its not a pretty sight.

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So when I saw this video from The Holderness Family, it spoke to me on a spiritual level.

 

Can you (or your kiddos) relate?

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About a week ago, Huff the Hubs and I decided it was time for Huff the Babe to upgrade to a “big boy bed”. We took the crib apart and assembled his Lightning McQueen bed. He was SUPER excited about his “car car” bed and we were interested to see how it went. He did SURPRISINGLY well. Better than we could have imagined, actually. Nothing like when Huff the Tot first got her princess bed. It was a lot like this:

 

Can you relate?