My Version of Christmas in July

The weekend is finally here. In my eyes, every Friday night is like Christmas Eve. Endless possibilities await us, wrapped in shiny paper, too pretty to open.

Have you ever received a gift that you wished you hadn't unwrapped? One that was much more lovely with its tucked corners and perfectly placed bow?

Sometimes I feel like that about the weekend. Don't get me wrong; I am in love with the weekend, but I have this vision of what the weekend will be and when I tear open the paper, I am disappointed. Not because the gift itself is a let down, but because it doesn't completely belong to me. I always have to give it back on Monday.

My intention is always to balance family fun, household chores and some "me" time. On Saturday morning, I am very positive and energetic with many goals in mind. I think to myself, "I can totally clean the entire house top to bottom, spend quality time with Matty and hubby, read a book while working on my tan, write a poem and maybe even work on one of hundreds of artsy project ideas that I have running through my head."

By Saturday at noon though, my plan has already unraveled, which is completely fine and understandable. Having a 16-month-old and a 31-year-old (love ya honey ;) means expect the unexpected and adapt to it. But when Saturday evening arrives, the sadness sets in as I think to myself, "only one more day until this WBSAHM's fairy tale is over." And I still have toilets to clean, floors to scrub, laundry, etc. Apparently, the fairy tale is Cinderella and my glass slipper is lost somewhere under the piles of clothes that need to be folded. I get upset with myself because I can't live up to the ideal of keeping a spotless home, being a perfect mother, wife, and being ready to face the corporate world come 7 a.m. Monday, all with a smile.

"The art of living a pleasant life is constantly adjusting to circumstances."

This weekend, I will try hard not to let the little things eat me up. If I do, when I am spending time with Matty and hubby, I won't truly be enjoying myself because I will be thinking about all of the things I didn't accomplish instead of realizing that I am accomplishing the most important thing: making memories with my two favorite guys.

The New Do

The pictures below sum up Matty's feelings in regard to his first haircut:


Luckily, after sleeping on it overnight (pun completely intentional...hehe), Matty happily showed off his new do while chomping on some Cheerios and drinking his morning milky!

Senseo Giveaway

I am very excited to have come across "Thanks, Mail Carrier" today while participating in Welcome Wednesday, which is hosted by "take it from me."

"Thanks, Mail Carrier" posted a very good review of a Senseo Original Coffee Machine and she's giving one away.



It is the cutest little thing, and I hope I win it!! Being a WBSAHM requires a lot of coffee! Go here and read the review. Be sure to enter the giveaway. Good luck!

Sweet 16

Today, Matty turned 16-months-old.

Tomorrow, Matty gets his first haircut.

Tonight, Mommy is wallowing in self pity.

For weeks now, I've been telling my husband that we need to get Matty's hair cut, and now the night before, I am second guessing it.

It has to be done; his hair is a mess all of the time, but I love my lil monkey with crazy hair!

I call him baby Matty, but everyday I see just how much of "big boy" he is becoming. Before I had him, I never realized how quickly the transition from baby to boy takes place; nonetheless, I still have those locks of hair that belonged to that baby! Well at least tonight I do; tomorrow, will I even recognize the face looking back at me as I tuck him in?

Of course I will, but I'm wallowing, remember?

I think Matty sensed my sadness.

He hadn't bothered with his singing/talking rocking horse for a few months. It sits in a corner in his bedroom and sometimes he pets it, but most days, he ignores it. Tonight though, we were playing and he suddenly walks over to the horse and drags him to the center of the room. Then he clumsily tries to climb on horsey's back and reaches for me to help him. I place him on and Matty just rocks and rocks. Only he doesn't quite grasp the concept of rocking forward and backward, so he rocks side to side...it was such an awesome moment and affirmed that no matter how many "firsts" he goes through in life, he will always be my baby...

Keep On Dreaming Boy...

The world is yours, baby Matty.

Got Squash? Why Yes, I Do.

I like squash, but I'm not sure if I like it this much...

Recipe suggestions?

WBSAHM

In reading all of these awesome mommy blogs, I have come across the acronym, SAHM, which I'm sure you all know means "stay at home mom."

I guess that makes me a WBSAHM: wannabe stay at home mom :(

One day baby Matty. One day.