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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Sometimes you have to wonder what life would be like if it was smooth like butter. {At that point, you would have to call it … buttah.}

Being a mom isn’t easy. Being a working mom isn’t easy, either. Being a good working mom is the toughest thing in the world. You never feel as though you’ve done the job as well as you could have. You worry. You constantly worry. You worry about the bills, you worry about time, you worry about those cute little faces that want your attention every night as you walk in the door. (even when those faces have joined you in the bathroom for a group pee.)

How can I make my life more buttah-full? Feeling like gumby is never enjoyable. You become forgetful. You become less composed. You get irritated. You feel as though you never win.

Buttah. I need buttah.




Sorry, sometimes I lose self control on here – for I’m sure we could all use more buttah. I certainly do not feel as though I’m the only one going through what I’m going through. But I am the only one that I know.

{Gosh my kids are cute.}

ethan. first football game.

first day of kindergarten for emma. first day of 2nd grade for ethan.

sophie's cheerleader smile.

I want to do right by them. I want them to achieve all that they are capable of in this lifetime. I work extra to be able to afford the extras… football, gymnastics, lots of fancy projects, and great snacks. (you KNOW how important great snacks are). I do all of this so my kids enjoy life. So they have opportunities that I didn’t necessarily get to have as a child.

But I’m tired.

Really. Really. T-I-R-E-D.


And for the most part… they don’t realize what it is like to NOT have these things. They come to expect it. They unknowingly take it for granted.

I want my kids to appreciate things in life, but how do they appreciate things they feel are always normal aspects of their lives? Parenting is tricky. You can provide for them in a million different ways, but finding the healthy balance is just as easy as finding the gold at the end of the rainbow. Heck, in my book, it IS the gold at the end of the rainbow.

buttah. what would life be like if it was buttah? do i really want to find that out? is buttah-full actually all that beautiful?

I'll take my life as is and look for that lemonade again. I found it once. I'll find it again. And again. And again. Until the day I die. Because I owe that to my children.

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