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Monday, November 28, 2011

Family Chaos

It has been a chaotic four days. Good and bad chaos but chaos all the same. I don't care how early I get up to get ready, we are ALWAYS late. We set out all of our clothes and we are still late. The scene leading up to every family event or even every outing is always the same: me screaming at everyone to get in the car because we are late. I don't know how it organized I am but we cannot be on time. It is so annoying (which I mumble once we are on our way). In my opinion, I do blame Leo a little (I odd) but no matter what time I tell him he has to wake up, he doesn't budge from waking up fifteen minutes before we have to leave. He also thinks every place we have to go is 20 minutes away, even if it is more. This is a fight in the house because I have to get myself ready and make sure everyone else is getting ready (and get Gia ready) and then out of the house and in the car because I know it takes longer to get where we are going even though he is insisting otherwise.

Once we get where we are going, I want to take a family picture and a picture of the kids (could be a potential Christmas card and really is a nice memory to have to see how the kids have grown). My kids hate this now but do enjoy the ones from the past. Everyone moans and groans and I sound like a dictator trying to round everyone up. Gia, as you can imagine, is not cooperative at all. I am usually sweating trying to get it done. What kills me is that when I get dressed and leave my house, I usually am thinking: Not bad, this will do or having a good hair day and this outfit doesn't make me look fat. I would LOVE to know what the heck happens between that thought and the picture being taken? For the family picture on Thanksgiving, I looked like I had a helmet on and had already eaten about four turkeys. Not a good look and that will not be our Christmas card. I took one of the kids but can't use it because Tommy was still pouting about Isabella standing on her tip toes to be taller than him in the bad family picture, Gia was crying and Nico didn't like how he looked. Once that was done, the rest of the day was lovely. I had a great conversation with my uncle and got to hold my new nephew (who fell asleep on me for about an hour). My sister and my mom did a wonderful job of cooking and I ate myself into a coma.

Friday, we went back for leftovers and my darling little angel of a daughter learned a new I am SO proud of...that every mom would be proud of. Was it "love"? No. Was it "hope"? No. Thanksgiving? was "F***". That's baby doesn't really say much but that word comes out as clear as day and sometimes in the right context.

Saturday, I worked on the house. My mom and my sister came to help. My closet looks awesome and getting dressed was effortless. Just the kitchen remains and really, there isn't much to do except set up a system for all the paper that comes in.

Sunday, we had Marco's baptism. Same screaming scene to get out of the house. Same dictator trying to get a family picture. This time, though, I think I got one. Chaos trying to get to the house, chaos trying to get out of the house in order to go to church and then chaos in church. The deacon we had was really good and if I didn't have an almost 2 year old, I would have really enjoyed the ceremony but I just wanted to get out of church without being embarrassed. No such luck. Gia saw my mom and started yelling, "Nana!" I brought her outside in the hall where she ran around. There were other moms out there with their toddlers and when it was almost over, I said, "C'mon, Gia. Let's go get a cookie." Right in front of one of the other moms, Gia yelled, "No! F***!" That's right...that solidifies my Mother of the Year award right there.

The restaurant was equally fun with a baby who doesn't eat. I am starting to think she is a vampire baby (she might be the next Cullen). She doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat and lately, she thinks it is funny to try and bite me. She dropped a whole lot of  "f" bombs, was overtired and crabby and did we go home? No. We went to my other sister's house. The kids begged us and since our schedules are always so busy that we don't really get to see them very often (during football, Sundays were even hard), we went for a little bit. It is always so nice to spend time with my sister. She and my brother-in-law are two of the funniest people I know and I know that when I am with them, I'll end up laughing until my stomach hurts and I did. I am really close to my cousins so it makes me feel good that my kids are too.

Spending all of this time with my family reminds me of what is important. We are so lucky and so blessed to be a part of something so much bigger than just ourselves. My kids get to see first hand how important family is and how when we come together as a huge extended family, it is magical and special and something that we will remember for years to come.


At November 28, 2011 at 7:20 AM , Blogger Kendra Mareva said...

F***? OMG, that's hysterical! Not for you, I'm sure, but someday I'm sure you'll laugh about it too. ;)


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