WWW

I was amazed when I heard horror stories about potty training. Maybe I was blessed or perhaps the girls liked the pee pee and poopie dance I treated them to when they were successful, who knows but i had no real problems when it came to potty time, maybe this is why I have problems now?

   Finally after much frustration I am in the process of making a W.W.W rule or chant or what ever, it very simply stands for wipe, woosh and wash.  I have thought that by now after years of success that I could finally relax because the girls know what to do,right?  but.... after every time they went into the bathroom I found my self asking the questions I knew the answers to, did you wipe?"ummm..." did you flush? " uhhhh...." did you wash? " oops!.." it was beginning to be a real issue, now I have a crude sign set up and any one who doesn't know better thinks I am going a little far with helping my girls get acquainted with the computer.  On the bathroom door I have a reminder that simply states W.W.W!!!  I think it may be working as I hear the woosh of the potty and the sink turning on, now if I can only convince them that the soap is not there just to keep the soap dish company.

Why the rush?

  Why indeed? If you asked me at the time I am sure I would have had no answers, But now I can come up with many....

  When I learned We were pregnant again I was thrilled, but issues started to arise, after my C-Section with Hailey i developed alot of scar tissue in my uterus, and although the doctors never came out and said it, I knew that I was still very weak physically to support another pregnancy so soon.   I had a  great desire to deliver natural  (I felt very short changed that i missed "the right of passage")  (more of this later)  But great disappointment prevailed and we planned the birthdate of our baby two weeks into my pregnancy. 

    Knowing when the baby is going to arrive has some real advantages, everything was ready and waiting when the time came and there was no surprises.

   The only real surprise was when I was told that Since this was going to be our last baby "It had better be a boy, to carry on the Smith name of course," This was told to me by some 'well meaning' In laws.  What started out as a joke quickly turned into stress, I had a little one at home needing every ounce of patience and guidance and I had a baby inside me needing every ounce of anything else i could give, I felt 'used up' inside and out quite literally, I fell into bed at night completely worn out and drained.  With the doctors warnings ringing loud in my ears i took alot of care to eat properly and avoid anything too straining, (ha ha ha )

   When Kassidy Lynn was born on December 19, 1996, a healthy 8 pounds 7 ounces i was so pleased, this time i knew what was going to happen and so we were more prepared. I was not however prep aired for the depression that hit so hard and would be so debilitating for so many years....

MAID To BE A MOTHER

Welcome to the home that lives within this house.

Where loving little kids are all that really count.

The dishes in the sink, the crumbs on the floor, and all the dirty laundry are secondary chores.

Now don't assume me lazy by looking at this mess.

I've put in 40 hours and still don't take a rest.

I polish little minds as bright as can be, I sweep out tiny hearts and keep them pure and clean.

Each and every soul is scrubbed until it gleams

I also pick up spirits should they ever lose a dream

So push the cloths on over and have yourself a seat- Excuse the toys and cookie crumbs sticking to your feet.

Judge me as a mother not the maid i ought to be.

I'd prefer two sparkling lives, to a house dirt free.