Not-So-Normal Mom

You know, I was just sitting around thinking that, at some point, it will be very quiet around here. Right now, it's like in the movies when you see someone sitting quietly and the movie is sped up around them. Only I don't ever sit quietly for very long. Anyway, I realize that I am used to a steady hum of noise around me. Like in a mall or an airport. There is always something going on in my house. Or someone is always crying or yelling about someone hitting them or tripping them. Or someone is always hungry or wants a drink. Not that I'm complaining, I love it here. But I'm wondering if I will ever miss the noise. I've noticed that I bitch about getting away from all of them, but when I'm away for an extended period of time, I start to ache for them. Warped. Sometimes I want to just yell out, like in those old commercials "Take Me Away!!!!!" Like when my middle son forgets his homework for the 12th time this month or my older son says "whatever" and rolls his eyes, or when I have changed 4 poopy diapers in an hour and a half and the baby is screaming because he can't pull his toy out from under the couch. Then, at night, it gets all quiet and I look at them sleeping and I think they look like angels. Too bad they are just resting demons.....
Peace out,
Mom

After writing my intro, I was so busy with life and children that I haven't had any time to follow up, so here goes...
I want to point out that I am a YOUNG mom of three boys. Most people don't even believe that I'm a mom. Sometimes I don't know if this is a compliment or not. Is it because I look young or because I am immature? I hope that I can still connect with my kids in a few years. I hope that they aren't embarrassed by their mom who still THINKS she's cool.
I'm sitting here with my 20 month old son who is playing with a toy drill. He is alternating between trying to drill up my nose and holding it to his head. I hope he doesn't grow up to be a carpenter. He could hurt somebody.
I suppose this blog was supposed to be a sort of catharsis for me. I suppose that I should write about meaningful things. One thing I want to say is that I used to be a caring person. My mom used to say that a bug couldn't fall out of a tree without me crying over it. Then, some crappy stuff happened. I was married to an awful boy that abused me-body and soul. I got my two sons out and ran. I was only 23. So, I built up a wall because I had a lot to do. I had to be strong for my boys and I wasn't EVER going to let anyone hurt us again. So now, I care, but I'm mostly a bitch. I found a wonderful man who knows how to handle me and never raises his voice or his hands to me. We have another son together and we're REALLY happy. I finally found out what love really feels like and how nice it can be. I adore my man and our boys. But yeah, I'm still a sarcastic bitch.
For the most part, I think people suck. I hate stupidity. Maybe it's because it's a flaw you can fix. Go to school, read a book, watch Jeapardy or the Discovery channel, SOMETHING! Just stop being a stupid moron! Stay home until you have learned enough to be released into the public. I've heard a saying that goes something like, "There's no such thing as a stupid question". Let me tell you, I've heard a truckload of stupid questions! Kids are cute when they ask a simple question, but when you are an adult, you should know better!
Okay, that's enough for now, I have life to do.
Peace Out,
Mom

Okay, this is going to be short becuase I wasn't prepared for a speech just yet... I am a mother of three boys. If anyone reading this is a parent of even just one boy, or even knows a boy, you will be able to relate. Boys are not nice. They are full of mischief and they are determined to take over and drive me to madness. I seriously have visions of them talking it over at night, plotting ways to make me crack slowly, so it's not so obvious. Anyway, I digress... I wanted to start a blog for a few reasons.
One- My friends did it, and I think its cool
Two- I'm tired of reading cheesy magazines about super moms that have all the time in the world to create masterpieces with their children, drive the soccer van, sew their children's clothes, make culinary art in the kitchen every night, and then satisfy their men every night.
And Three- I wanted to add just one more thing to my "to do" list.
Okay, so this blog is going to be a place for me to vent about motherhood, school, society in general, and things that really annoy me(believe me, there are a lot). I want to talk about how things really happen in real life. I want to prove that it's okay to be a good mom without being a super mom. I want people to know that there is some middle ground between magazine wonder mom and andrea yates(the portrait of bad mother). Anyway...that's as brief as I can be....there will be much more to come and it will be wonderful!