my life

If you don’t have small children in your house, you may wonder what it’s like on a daily basis. Here’s a glimpse.

I’ve been making an effort lately not to just capture things on my phone or my camera, but on video as well. Audrey is so active now and Maggie is too (DUH.) and sometimes there are things that just can’t be done justice in a still photo. I want to remember these moments, silly and insignificant as they may seem.

So I lay on the floor or sit on the couch and record it. Long moments of not much happening, then some crazy singing girl in my entry way. What? That doesn’t happen at your house?

I am a Type A personality. (Somewhere, Dan is LAUGHING REALLY HARD at the obviousness of that statement.) I have trouble just Being. I need to be Doing. But with kids this age around? There’s not much Doing that gets done. I am struggling to keep up most of the time with the house, the kids, work, laundry, dinner, being a good wife… and some days, it really stresses me out.

But I’m learning that it’s okay to give a little bit. To ignore the dishes for a little while. To let that laundry sit in the basket for a few days. Okay, full disclosure: I’m TRYING to learn. I have my three Work Days each week to satisfy my Get Things Done Itch so on my days ‘off’ (WOW THAT MAKES ME LAUGH) I’ve been trying to focus on these little people we made. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the fact that I only got 5 hours of broken sleep last night and have been up since 4:30am because of stupid, annoying teeth that are hurting my baby and I am oh so tired and OMG MAGGIE BE QUIET FOR FIVE SECONDS PLEASE!!!! I NEED TO GET THIS DONE.

Kelly posted a poem on her blog and I read it today at work. I am not a crier by nature. But dude. My throat had that hurty, stingy thing going on for like an HOUR because I was trying to hold in the tears (unsuccessfully) because I’m in a cubicle and didn’t want anyone to find me a blubbery, snotty mess. But seriously. I needed to read it.

It was good timing, I’ll say that.

And that was all after the girls did THIS in the car on the way to daycare.

Just made my morning. And perhaps my life.


  1. Kate at Big City Belly

    June 15, 2011 9:21 pm

    Ok, your kids are SO cute and your house is SO clean. And I think I need to save that poem for another time, when I’m not pregnant and so emotional.

  2. Laura

    June 16, 2011 1:17 am

    Omg that poem is NOT OKAY. I’m bawling! lol

  3. Kelly

    June 16, 2011 5:12 am

    Ahhh, so your 4 year old makes EVERYTHING a poop joke too! Glad we are not alone. :)

    And that handholding, doesn’t it make you melt?

  4. Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks

    June 16, 2011 9:53 am

    I used to be a super Type A kind of gal. And then husband and dog and kid came along. I find that relaxing about things, enjoying the moment, just letting things be is much more enjoyable that getting wound up over everything. I see *those* moms that freak about everything and am sooooo glad I was able to jump off that train.

  5. K

    June 16, 2011 1:32 pm

    The singing related injury in the first video cracked me up. And nice tattoo!

    Also, do you not feel like a jungle gym when laying on the floor? Iris is UP IN OUR GRILLS. Which, WAHOO!, but then it’s also a little bit, Why is someone touching me all the time?!

    • Jen

      June 16, 2011 2:00 pm

      JUNGLE GYM. YES. Audrey is a little monkey. Then of course Maggie feels left out and before you know it, we’re buried in monkeys.

      Singing related injuries, man. You can’t be too careful!

  6. red pen mama

    June 17, 2011 12:03 pm

    Man, this “laundry can wait” vibe is going around!

    The video of A kills me because of that heavy breathing. that’s how Michael breathes these days, like he’s trying to run a marathon. Dude, slow down!

    Cute, adorable, and, yeah, I know.

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