Big Plans

My eyes are bigger than my stomach. Not really because I sure can eat a lot. And I have quite the muffin top.
Today was a rare day. No school for me. No work. But school for the boys and Eve still naps. I had big plans for today.
My house is a mess (always) but it's worse right now because it's towards the end of the semester and I'm more focused on passing Pharmacology than I am about cleaning my house. I swear the house will be cleaner when I'm not in school. (haha)
I had big plans for today. Laundry. Cleaning the boys room because I never get a chance when they are home. Plus, I need to organize my shit and throw as much crap as I can because we're probably gonna move from a 19k sq ft 3 bedrom house to an 8k sq ft 2 bedroom apartment that easily costs double. And start preparing for this potential move. That I have to do, all by myself, with 3 kids, while also trying to work so I can afford to feed my children. While my husband is off pursuing his dream. Which, if he ever reads this, I am 100% supportive of. Seriously.
Instead of cleaning and sorting and throwing crap out. I watch Cinderella for the 100th time in a row. Recording it on DVR was one of the worst things I've ever done. Showing 'Rella was probably the worst. Seriously, she doesn't even watch it. She sits and watches it till the first commercial break. Then asks me for Sesey Street because she is bored. Sometimes she makes it until the king and the dukes first introduction and asks me for 'Rella because it's no longer about 'Rella. Now it has some random people in it. And I can't convince her to watch something else. She'll ask for cars and after 30 seconds cry because it's not 'Rella.
Then, I lay down for a nap. At 9am, because I'm exhausted and coffee isn't working. I've been up since 630 and because I had to work the night before, I didn't get home till 1230 and in bed by 1. And my husband bitches at me because I try and sleep in past 8 on weekends. Of course, in the process of me laying down, Eve realizes I'm no longer sitting next to her, because now 'Rella has a commercial, so she comes and finds me and tells me 'Get Up, Mommy'. I swear she's worse than my husband. If she's not sleeping, no one can. So now, it's almost noon. And I've done nothing. No laundy. Abd I can't do it now, because its bedding laundry and I would like pillows and blankets for when I pass out at 8pm. And my boys probably won't want to go to bed. So the husband will come home at midnight, I'm beyond passed out and the boys are still up playing Lego Batman. At least I'll have gotten Eve to bed. Remember, she'll sit there and tell me 'Get up, Mommy.'

Quite The Fragrance

So, I'm not funny. I'm employing the words of my now 4 yr old for a laugh.
Scene: Christmas-time. 2 years ago. Tim Horton's Cafe and Bakeshop.
2 yr old Liam hugs my husband. Imagine his height. Inhaled deeply.
'Daddy, I like to smell your penis.'
Chuckles from other patrons and my red-faced husband quickly gathers the brood and heads out the door. They had to have a conversation in the car about things we don't talk about.
This was only the beginning of Liam's hilarity.

Easter Sunday

I don't care much for matching, except on Christmas and Easter. This year, our theme was green. My husband even got in on it, too. He's fought it in the past but then felt left out. Plus, I think with our upcoming potential move and him being gone for 20+ weeks, he's realizing the stupid things I do, actually matter. Plus, one of these years, the kids aren't going to wanto match Mommy and Daddy, or their sister or brother(s). 
I know I meant this to be funny, but it has been serious. I'm looking at all the lasts. I can't help it. The last Easter with family before we probably have to move. We'll be ok, but the busy Holidays we have, jumping from family to family, will be the hardest. 
Next year, Easter is on April 5th. Come Holy Week, I will be crying about the butter lamb, miller's horseradish and fresh Polish sausage. But in reality, it will be my family that I miss. Not the ones pictured here, since they will be with me. But my brothers and their significant others that I will miss. My parents. My in-laws. And my husbands brothers and sister. That's what holidays are about. Both the husband and I are super close to our families. Our weekends are full of seeing them. 
Of course, it depends where we go, but it's unlikely that we will be able to come 'home' for the holidays. In my almost 30 years, I don't know what that means. I've lived in Buffalo my ENTIRE life. My parents still live in the house I grew up in, and it's the same house my Grandfather built and my mom grew up in. I always had plans to buy the house one day. But my parents no longer want the big house, and with us probably moving out of state, they may not hold on to it. I tell them it's ok if they sell it. But it won't be. I can't be selfish. I just know if they do sell it before I come back to Buffalo, I will drive by every single week on the off-chance it is once again for sale. 
Happy Easter!

Introduction

It's 2 am. I am not sleeping. Despite having gone to school and worked. I blame the coffee at 9pm. But when you work 2nd shift, go to school, try to raise 3 babies and run a household, it's hard not to consume copious amounts of caffeine at 9pm. Sometimes, I wonder what I'd do without it.
But, I digress.
The point of this is my introduction. I am a 29 year old mother of 3. A wife. A nursing student. And I clean surgical instruments in a hospital. I drink beer and wine. And I swear, more than I should (which my 6 and 4 yr old have picked up, and have no problem blaming Mommy when asked where they heard it from!) I am not perfect. Especially as a mom. But for the most part, I do my best.
My family is about to embark on a huge journey, and I'm going to write about it. We currently live in Buffalo, NY but that may change shortly. More on that as it becomes available.
I'm going to try and be funny. But, I think people don't get my humor, so it might be a work in progress. I might need the assistance of my 4 yr old son (@Said_Liam on Twitter). That kid just has funny falling out of his mouth. And he's so freaking adorable that sometimes the silly pictures, with silly hats or funny faces are good enough.
I will probably be more serious than I intend to be. And for that I apologize. Some scary (but also positive) times lie ahead for my family.
As for now, I think that's it. (see not really that funny!) Remember, a work in progress!