I love my husband!!

First before I delve to deeply into this lil bloggy thingy of mine I would just like to emphasize I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!

I love him more then words could possibly say.  I love my husband so much that if I don't hear from him several times a day I wonder what I did to make him not want to talk to me...

So here is my problem... I hate when he sleeps... Not at night I mean, he's totally entitled to sleep at night. However during the day, when we are home (or even at someone's house) he will just fall asleep. Leave him sitting alone on the couch long enough and he starts sawing logs (snoring). I MIGHT not mind so bad IF he weren't so damn LOUD!! 

I swear its like he's trying to kill me with inter-cranial bleeding.  Its bad enough when I have to put up with it over night. But I refuse to tolerate it during the day. A lot of times I can sleep thru it at night but when I am WIDE awake it feels like he's drilling into my head. 

So I apparently HATE when he sleeps. A normal person would just let him lay there and snore away, but I can't do that. I can feel my eye starting to twitch, and my hands ball up into fists and I want to smother him with a pillow or punch him until it stops. 

So I refer back to my previous statement, I LOVE MY HUSBAND!! I really and truly do. There are just sometimes I imagine killing him and going on with the rest of my snore-less day.

He is my best friend and my soul mate and the bane of my existence all at the same time some days.

Am I a horrible person for not letting him sleep?? Should I just try to work around the drill buzzing into my brain?? 

Until I figure it out I will just have to continue to vent on here....

Why?? Its not just a question for 3 year olds.

This is Michael. This is the look I receive from Michael on an almost daily basis.  At first I would ask him why he looked at me this way. And after about the 4th time of him ignoring my question, I figured it out.

He looks at me this way as if to say "Why are you talking to me??" And now that I think about it, why do I bother talking to him?? He doesn't listen and even when he does listen most of the time he doesn't understand (still not completely sure about that last part).

So I'm wondering do other parents get these looks from their 3 year olds?? I never earned such looks from Connor or Gwen. Am I going to get the same looks from Ailyn?? And do I even really deserve these looks??

I think not!! In my own opinion of course. I'm the mommy. I'm here to help and SERVE. I SERVE this boy breakfast lunch and dinner,and don't forget snack time too!! And I protect him too. So I'm like his own personal police escort. Serve and protect that's what I do.

Would you look at a police officer this way?? As an adult I mean. If a cop pulled you over and was asking you the usual question they ask... "Do you know why I stopped you today??" Would this look be your response?? I think not. I think we as adults KNOW the respect the ones who are put here to serve and protect us. Correct??

Now am I aiming too high to have myself placed on the same pedestal as law enforcement?? I think not. I think that the respect we show the man should be the same respect I get from my kids. My older two seem to have it down. Where did I go wrong with this one?? Don't answer that it was a rhetorical question.... 

I love my family

So I created this blog almost 2 years ago and have done NOTHING with it. Seriously?? Well yes, in that time I have moved from one house in NC to another. And we have had another kid. So now I have 4 outrageous children to write about. Two beautiful girls and two very handsome boys.

My 10 year old daughter amazes me every single day. Sometimes the things she does in order to amaze me aren't always good things. However she still manages to put me in awe every single day.

Then there's my 5 year old son, who has the most tender feelings EVER!! He will cry if you laugh at him while hes trying to be serious, you ignore him, you hurt his feelings, or if you just sit there and watch him long enough.

Now for my dearest 3 year old baby boy. He brings new meaning to AWKWARD. He doesn't talk much (or very clearly when he does talk), but thats ok hes full of personality. Hes very lovey and like to kiss his favorite people in very WEIRD places (we'll address that at another time).

Last but not least there's the baby girl, she's only 2 and half months old. She thrives in large groups of people. She'll come back to me to eat and then let everyone hold her as long as they want (most of the time).

I couldn't wrangle this little brood on my own, well I could but I don't. My hubby is the greatest man I have ever known. He puts up with me and he cooks and cleans and helps with the kids. He's my best friend (sorry Jeremy), I tell him all of my weird, disturbing, scary, and very wrong thoughts that pass through my head on a regular basis. And yet he still loves me and takes care of me too.

So that's brief introduction to my family. I'm not sure that we are "normal" and I'm pretty sure we don't want to be "normal" anyway. I love my life and even though it rough sometimes I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.