Aren’t they the cutest? They stayed up until 1 and woke up at 7:30. I love my kids on Sunday mornings. I try to upload pictures here but since I post the majority on Instagram I get lazy. If you want to see some amazing photography taken on a broken iphone while carrying/chasing a toddler then look me up, fridacakes.
But sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again.
Back in the days before these two disasters graced my life I was that girl.
The stupid girl who criticized parents for their bad ass kids. The naive girl who thought women who had abortions were selfish. The way too sheltered girl who thought life was a piece of pie and that everyone who complained should just go get a fucking job.
I am not proud of that girl. I am not her anymore.
Today, I’d like to think of myself not only as an ok mom trying her best but as a compassionate, empathetic woman. A woman who realizes that the world is much bigger than her little house in the ghetto, much bigger than just her kids, much much bigger than her personal battles.
I don’t judge anymore, I understand. If I don’t understand, I keep trying.
I’d like to think that I’m making a difference and hope that my girls grow up in a world less judgey and more lovey.
My six year old decided to pee in the shower and to keep it in a cup next to her soaps and shampoo. Her spa needed more personality because giving her barbies and horses toothpaste facials wasn’t enough.
My toddler broke my iphone, again today. It’s the third time this month. She also decided that laying in the bathroom next to her potty was the perfect place to take a nap. She then added some floor licking as an extra touch.
My fiance has been working for 14 days straight and I am in desperate need of a shower.
Mommy needs a drink and I’ve been dreaming of these babies all day.
Live, love, laugh, and drink some sangria for me.