Well I have never blogged before, however sometimes everyone needs an outlet. My life is very simple, but complicated and hectic at all times. I have four children three girls age 9, and twins 7 months one boy age 7. So any mother will no that it is very hard being a mother let alone a mother of twins.
I am in the process of buying a house. I make settlement on Thursday, I am very nervous and excited at the same time. I lay in bed and racing through my head is where I am going to put this and where I am going to put that. Is my bed going to look right at this angle and is my 9 year old going to let me decorate her room or is she going to want to use her imagination and create something crazy and far from my approval. The house is beautiful. A great starter home, I am completley in love with it. I keep thinking something is going to go wrong and we are not going to get it, god I will lose my mind and be so depressed if something happens.
So today I went out looking for furniture for my living room because I am dead set on getting new furniture because I refuse to put the things I have now in a new living room. I went to Raynmour and Fannigan (very high priced for a mother of four kids who is buying her first home), Ashley Furniture, Boscov's, and Macy's.I dont know what is wrong with this economy however before we decided to be home owners we had credit and now we were turned down at Ashley and only allowed to go up to 5000 at Raynmour. The 5000 would have been perfect however we already have a bedroom set we are paying on that was 3500 and the set we picked out today was 2700 needles to say we were over.
I know we should probably wait to buy these things however we are very excited and we want what we want when we want it.
So anyway like I said I have never blogged before so I will probably be all over the place but maybe after a few entries they will become some what easier or should I say ensync or something.
So after the long hours of picking furniture and getting denied, I came home to my very cramped high priced two bedroom apartment and ate my life away.
My son must have came in and asked a million ane one times the famous "mom can I". God am I glad he is asleep now. I will tell you sometimes it is very trying being a parent. My twins are hard to handle but the older two are worse sometimes. Did you get a shower and they dont get in after i say did you get one then I have to tell them to get a shower. Then theres a puddle of water on the floor and they always scream "mom can you get me towel". You would think the 100th time of asking me for a towel that one time they would remember to get themselves one before they get in the shower. Thean into bed and I can always count on the aches and pains starting. At bed time they always have somthing wrong with them, or they are thirsty or hungry it is always something.
Then after they go to bed it is finally me time for the next two hours until one of the babies wake up.This time I spend with my fiance a man that I beleive if I did not love him no one would. He is just like one of the kids, but what would I do without him. I must complain about this man twenty four hours a day but would not give him up for the life of me. He is such a different person I have never met anyone like him. He is what keeps me going on most days. His love for me. It means so much to a women to be loved and he shows me love. Don't get me wrong we have our difficulties but all couples do. I just know that when the kids are grown and gone he is who I want to wake up with and go out to breakfast. He is the one I want to lay in bed with at night and reminis (however you spell it) about the things we did when we first met, and how things have changed.
He is a person no one understands but me, and on somedays I dont understand him I just no that he is a great man, who has a big heart and when I look at him with his girls I know that I want to be with him for the rest of my life.
So guess this is it for my first blog, maybe they will get better and more on topic as I go but this is it for tonight.
Goodnight
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