Every Child Matters

On this day September 30th, we all wear orange!
This day was set for “Every child Matters” because this is the day that thousands of First Nations, Métis, and Inuit children who were removed from their homes and forced to attend residential schools. More than 3,000 died there.

Kids were forced to attend school, and isolated and were told they were not allowed to practice their religion. They were forbidden to speak their language. They made the boys cut their hair, and they made them take off their clothes and put on uniforms and in some cases they even made them change their names. Like seriously?

They did half day system, where the first half of the day was learning in the school the other half of the day they were put to work. The woman were to cook, clean, do laundry… and the boys were to do carpentry and labour, maintenance.

They were made to go to school early and start the chores before breakfast and even when it was time to eat they had to eat fast and the food was far and in between that some were so fatigued.

They suffered a lot of abuse during these times, even some teachers were sexual predators!

In the 1940s, students started to rebel… steal food, set the schools on fire and refused to do the chores that were set for them. By 1986 most of the schools were closed.

So today we wear orange… to honour those that lost their lives and to those that survived and had to live through this all.

I like to think that we have come a long way from this… but bullying and racism still happens. I choose to raise my children to treat everyone equal we may have different regions, believe in different things, love different, parent differently, we all have a heart beat, we all have bones, and blood.. we are all the same on the inside so why do we treat people differently.

But first let me drink my coffee

I don’t know about you but when there is a holiday or a PA day on a monday it just makes the rest of the week crazy. Tuesday becomes a Monday, Wednesday becomes a tuesday and so on and so fourth till wait… what day of the week is it?

This week there has been a lot more coffee drinking then normal, which says a lot because there normally is a lot of coffee… this week its I need coffee in an IV.

The kids have been extra crazy this week, we barely get out of the house in the morning for school without fighting and we barely leave the school at the end of the day without fighting, a lot more crying from the kids and myself!

I almost put laundry soap in the drier.. oh my.. could you imagine? I have had to take a lot more breathers and meditation moments then normal. I put baileys in my coffee last night at 5:00pm because well I was done.

As I am writing this one of the kids is yelling “He’s breathing my air, stop being near me mouth breather”

There is so much I need to get done today I probably should have wrote a list, but then I would probably loose the list, maybe I should write find the list on the list!

Thank heavens it’s friday!! or is it Thursday ; ) It’s been a long week.
Hope y’all had a better week!

Hot Mess In Walmart

Yep you read that right…

We have all seen those You tube videos “People in Walmart” With the lady that is wearing pants that match her skin tone so it looks like she’s not wearing any pants, or that man that is dressed up as Indiana Jones but its not even close to halloween.

Well I am pretty sure I will be on the next one… Not because I was wearing some crazy outfit but because I mom’d that shit right up.
In my defence I was not aware that I looked like that Thanks husband for not telling me I looked like a hot mess mom.

We were fixing up a trailer that my husband wanted to use for work. Great no problem I will help you spray paint it. As we were doing it realized we did not have enough spray paint so I went to the store up the road it wasn’t really busy so I didn’t really notice I was going to get in and out… Then my husband told me that he took at the ones they had and they wouldn’t get a shipment out there for like 2 weeks… great now I have to run to Walmart.

Here I go off to Walmart still unaware that I look terrible. Well as I was walking down the aisles I was getting weird looks, and normally I wouldn’t take account of these looks because people are nosey by nature. Well that is when I noticed… My son… My beautiful baby boy decided he was going to wipe his face on my shirt… Peanut butter smear. Hey I thought he was giving me a hug.

No only was my shirt used as a napkin I had black spray paint on my face my hair was outrageous looks like I stuck my finger into something electrical. “Don’t you check yourself out in the mirror of the car before you get out” Well normally I do… but for some reason which from now on I will I did not…
Needless to say I got the black paint and the trailer looks great, and I might never use that Walmart again!… okay who are we kidding I love Walmart Ill be back.. but next time, I will check myself!

I see you…

Hi mom standing in line with screaming kids telling you that this is taking to long… I see you

Hi mom trying to put screaming kids in a carseat… I see you

Hi mom with kids pulling at your arm, another one running around the soccer field while you are trying to watch your other kid play soccer… I see you

Hi mom trying to hold your tears and frustration  in because you have had enough… I see you

I see you all 

We all have been there, or are there right now. Being a parent is hard, being a mom is for sure HARD.

We have to hold is all in, hold ourselves together because we know someone little is watching us.

I will confess something, I am not always good at being a mom. I know some days I totally suck. Every day I make mistakes.

Sometimes I yell when I know you are just looking for some attention and I should be sensitive.

Sometimes I mistake you wanting a hug for you wanting attention.

Sometimes I miss something when I should be paying attention.

But let me tell you something, it is easy to sit there and think of all the negative things that we have done, or not have done.

Think of the things that you have forgot to do, or should have done differently

Just remember you are doing the best you can with what you have!

You’ve got this!

The last one

I have been through this many times, once with my now 10 year old, again with my now 8 year old…

First day of school

But this time it is different. This time whole bunch of different emotions that I cannot begin to explain them.

Our last child, our baby is starting JK (Junior Kindergarten)

I am happy, excited, sad all these emotions. I am excited for him because I know he wants to start school so bad. Sad because no more kids at home. No more first child starting school. He is no longer a baby. Which I knkw he hasnt been for awhile but I could still hold on to that since there was no school.

I know he will be okay, because hes smart and outgoing and full of life and a ball of energy. Plus his 3 other siblings at school will watch over him.

I know he is ready…but am I ready? Am I ready to have a empty house during the day? Am I ready to not have someone asking me a million questions during the day? eating lunch alone?

Yes and no

Yes, peace sounds so good dont get me wrong. The house will be clean (until they get home) all the house work done right away without it taking forever since I have to stop every 2 mins.

No. Because what if he needs me? I don’t want quiet, I don’t want him to grow up just yet. I dont want to come go realization that no more babies.

I will miss my partner in crime. But I know he will be okay.

“It’s like you’re a single mom”

No.

My husband works long hours, but I am not a single mother.

I stay home with the kids, that is apart of our relationship. He goes to work and I take care of the kids during the day. We are a team.

Single mothers go through so much and I praise them for that. At the end of the day I have a partner that comes home and helps me. They do not. They do everything themselves.

I do not consider myself a single mother just because he isn’t home as much as I would like him to be. He makes sure that we have money and works really hard for that.

“I don’t know how you do it all, your husband works so much it’s like you’re a single mother”

No, my life is nothing like a single parent, I have a very hard working husband!

I have a partner, a teammate, that I can call onto and help me get through the day when the kids are being crazy that day, or when I am not feeling well I can ask him for help.

When he gets home, he makes sure to ask me “Is there anything you need me to do” or he goes and does his second job that he does from home.

I hope my kids know, that they have a hardworking father to make everything he can to provide for us to have a happy, healthy life.

I do crafts with the kids, take them to parks. The zoo, shopping to get bubbles and toys for outside. My husband works hard for me to make those memories.

The thing is while I am making those memories he is at work wishing that he could be here having those memories too.

Honestly to say that I am a single mother puts down all the hard work that he does for us every single day.

Yes, I do feel overwhelmed that he is not here.

When he does get home, he makes sure that he get’s those memories in as fast as he can before bedtime. Baths, plays with the kids. Outside work. Listens to the 239823094823 stories that the kids have to say. Even though he wants to sit down after a long hard day. He doesn’t.

So no. I am not a single mother. 

Mommy is so tired!

“I am tired”

Those words I say on a regular basis…

Honestly I feel like that is all I am, I am just running on coffee. It’s pretty much my life line.

I remember growing up. I could stay up til

l 3 am doing who knows what, and I would be fine in the morning. Now I find myself going to bed at 9 Pm and feel like I need more sleep. At this point I think I am just permanently tired.

Motherhood is tiring.

Those people that say “You’re a stay at home mom” you must have so much time and relax” That’s amusing I wish I did!

I for sure look the part though, hair in a messy bun, PJs to the school drop off. Coffee in my hand trying not to loose my mind. Looking like I have completely given up.

“Why are you so tired” I hear a lot

Well honestly I don’t think I ever stop, and if I do its only for a minute or less until someone needs something.

I get up in the morning, go knock on the girls door, wake them up. One gets in the shower “Don’t forget your towel” go pour myself a coffee, “I forgot my towel” go grab the towel. Go back to my coffee sip it. Go tell the next child to get in the shower “Don’t forget your towel” Go back into the kitchen poor the cereal, “I forgot my towel” and this goes on on more time. make lunch, brush hair. Make sure everyone has socks. Get the youngest dressed and out the door.. meanwhile someone can’t find something, mostly my oldest. She always looses her glasses.

Come home, drink my cold coffee that I did not have time to drink before, laundry, dishes. Pick up 249823094823 toys that some how always go back into the same spot that I picked them up the night before. How they have time to make a mess in a short period of time is beyond me.

As I am writing this I had to get up 17 times to help my youngest find something, potty, 239847234 snacks I swear. Make sure I eat because sometimes in the hustle and bustle I forget to eat.

Grab the kids, snack. After school programs. Get home dinner. More laundry, tidy up. Make husbands lunch. More laundry. Pick up more toys that yet again are in the same spot. Get the kids to bed, Running around like a chicken and its head cut off, “Get your PJ’s on!” “Brush your teeth” “I said PJ’s not build a book fort” Finally they are in bed time for a book that some reason the chapters are so long I feel like I am reading the whole novel. Shower somewhere in between all this. Sometimes.. Ill admit that I don’t shower as much as I should. When do I even have time and when I do let’s face it someone needs something opened or lost something or just knocking on the door because they need a hug.

9pm… is it bed yet? Throw the last load of laundry in the drier just so it doesn’t get the musty smell. Finally lay down, but my brain wont shut off… thinking of all the things that needed to be done, need to be done tomorrow. Oh crap did anyone have homework? when was that permission form suppose to be in? Did I turn on the dishwasher?

The thing is it’s not just the fear of not getting things done… it’s the fear of how are my kid’s doing in life? Will they grow up to be good people? Am I doing enough? Are they being bullied? Are they bullies themselves? Are they keeping secrets about something that happened at school?

Ugh, the fear of the unknown is exhausting!

I am tired of always being needed, yet being completely invisible.

I am tired of “Mom, have you seen my glasses” “Where is my shirt that has the unicorn on it” “Whats for dinner” “Can I have a snack” “I am hungry”

Everyone has clean laundry, the bills are paid. The dishes are done. Everyone doctors appointments made. Everyone has lunches. Food in the cupboards. The garbage is put out on Thursdays.

No one see’s those things…

It is like I am a maid, a cook, a referee and a taxi driver.

Don’t get me started on dinner time. I am so tired of trying to figure out what to have for dinner only to hear “Gross I don’t like this” and having to throw half of it away that I just spent an hour making and being proud of something new that I made. No thank yous for making us dinner either. You’re welcome by the way.

I am tired of knowing that I wont get everything done.

I am tired thinking of all the unrealistic ‘perfect mom” I will never be

I am tired of laundry, doing dishes and picking up toys.

I am tired of no one listening.

I am tired of being frustrated at my kids.

I am tired of being to tired to enjoy the pictures that they made, and the giggles and laughter and hugs and kisses

I am hoping one day, I wont be so tired. I don’t want to look back and think I was to tired to enjoy it all. That I missed so much.

Friendships

When you think of the word friendship, what other words in your head pop up?

Names of your friends, kindness, love or memories that you have shared with someone, closeness.

When you look up the word friendship it says

the emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.a relationship between friends.a state of mutual trust and support between allied nations. Via – Google

Key word there… trust.

How many of you can sit down and think of all your friends which one can you truly trust, is it the ones you have known the longest? The ones that you just met but you know they will there for you because they are great company… How well do you really know your friends?

Growing up I had a very best friend, and I mean we did everything together, even dressed the same and cut our hair the same. Two peas in a pod we use to be called. Now once we got to high school we slowly started growing apart. We both made new friends and soon we didn’t hang out anymore. Then I got close with another group of friends. Well in my mind we were close. Then drama and boys got involved and our friendship just went out of control.  Lying, backstabbing and telling secrets that I swore I could trust them with. Turns out I couldn’t.

My dad use to tell me in your life you will have several “friends” you will go through a lot till you find the right ones that fit perfectly. The ones that stay when you are at your worst those are the ones that you keep.

As I got older I realized that friends are not the ones that are just fun to be with, friends are the ones that will be there at your best and at your worst.

Do you have friends that you make up lies to because you are just not feeling up to going out? “Sorry I can’t go out because my uncles second cousin twice removed passed away and I am just to sad to go out” or do you say “Sorry I just don’t want to go out tonight”

Do you have friends that when you tell them “Hey I don’t feel like going out tonight” and they get mad at you and tell you that you’re boring? or “Hey, no problem next time I totally get it” “Is everything okay?”

How many of you can actually say I have a friend that I truly trust to tell your deepest secrets too, friends that you know will not tell anyone?

Not many eh? Me neither. I have 3 that I know that when things get tough they wont back away, they will lend a hand where they are needed and they know when to back away and say “Hey, I am here if you need me”

This day in age real friends are hard to come by. There is so much judgement in the world that I can’t even fathom not having those 3 in my life and they have seen me at my worst! They still stick around!

I want everyone to think real hard, if your life with hitting the fan so to speak. Everything was up in smoke. Which friends would stick around? Which friends would tell you secrets to other people? Really think about it.

Life is to short, to waist your time on people that wont be there for you.

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.” – Walter Winchell 

Hand me downs

“I am only going to put brand name clothes on my kids.”

“Pfft hand me downs, never…”

Before you have kids you don’t realize how expensive they are going to be.

No matter what job you have they are going to suck the money right out of your pockets.

Of course we want our kids to look so darn cute in those nike kicks.

But let’s be honest here. Kids grow like bad weeds, one minute they will be in newborn and next 6 month’s out of no where. You blink and they are 6 years old. Buying clothes every 2 weeks is not in the budget.

So when my friends say “Hey, I have a bag of clothes would you like them?”

Ugh heck yes I do. I am like a kid in a candy shop. 4 kids and hand me downs is a blessing!!

Then what do you do with all those clothes that your kids grow out of?? Going through all the clothes filling up 2 garbage bags full. SO MUCH STINKIN CLOTHES.

I either donate or ask friends !!

Don’t knock it till you try it! I promise once you get out of the “I will never do hand me downs” Well April I bet you will, $50 cute snow boots and the next week they grow out of them. You’re going to be saying “Heck yes!” To those hand me downs!!

What’s wrong with your son…

Those words have never been easy to hear…

“There is nothing wrong with my son” I would say in response to that question.

In the back of your mind you know that he is different then the rest of the kids.

He doesn’t sit still for a long period of time… He doesn’t do well in social situations…

He has these crazy outbursts that make everyone around you just stare in disgust or disappointment “why cant she just handle her child” because its just so easy for you to say Karen…

My son was diagnosed with ADHD, High functioning autism

and a learning disability do to those things…

It was hard hearing those words come out of the doctors mouth… I cried thinking “Did I do something wrong?” “Was it me that did this to him?”

Now I am here, in a territory I know nothing about “What are we suppose to do now?” Here I am doing all this research trying to find what tools I can use to help him. Meal planning, medication, therapists… it’s just all overwhelming. At this point i’m feelings really alone.

On those days where he is having a real rough day… when hes sock it just not sitting right and he screams and cries and calls himself “Stupid”or he says “I hate you” because I asked him to clean  his room. Those day’s where we are in the store  with all 4 kids and he really wants that one toy  and I say no, he screams runs away in the store everyone it staring. looking at you like you have two heads… Those day’s I feel so alone.

I know there will be day’s where I wont be able to handle situations, I know there will be day’s I will cry… But I also know there will be happy day’s. His smile, his personality, his laugh.. makes all those bad days disappear…

So to answer your question Karen  Nothing.. nothing is wrong with my son.. he is perfect… Perfect for me.