~Irish Twins~

Today is the last day that I will have a 6-year-old and two 4 year olds.  Yes my two youngest are what people call “Irish Twins“.  They were born 11 months apart.

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Baby M left at 3 months Baby Z right at 3 months

There was a time that I lived in such a fog, that if someone were to tell me I would make it this far into motherhood I might have questioned it.   I knew I wanted two kids.  And we planned them to be close together (14 months apart).  What we didn’t plan was the surprise of number 3…11 months after number 2.

I remember sitting at my friend’s house, having a playdate.  Which is really just code for mothers to get together and let the kids play while they cackle like hens and possibly have a cocktail or two.

She asked me how I had been feeling since having baby number 2 and I said all was good but that my body was still out of whack because it had been a couple of months and I still hadn’t had a period but I guessed it was from hormones and breastfeeding.

She looked at me and told me I should get a pregnancy test…I laughed out loud…really loud.

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I explained that there was no way that could be, because at the time my husband was only coming home once a month (his job had him working out-of-town), I was breastfeeding, and I hadn’t had a period so how could I possibly be pregnant?

A couple of weeks went by and I decided one evening that I was feeling like an ice-cold beer.  It had been hot outside that week and I was just craving it.  So off to the store I went.

I remember standing in the beer aisle…and I kept yawning.  I had taken a 5 hr energy that day so I didn’t understand why I was so ……F*****CK.  I left the beer isle and went straight to the pregnancy test isle.

My husband was home at the time and we both quickly proceeded to the bathroom so that I could pee on the stick and we could put to rest the fact that I was not going to be having 3 babies in 3 years.

I peed.

We waited…staring aimlessly at the stick.👀

With our first two the second line came up immediately…but this time there was no second line.  My husband skipped away happily.  But me….I just sat staring at the stick.

And what should appear a few moments later???


I told my husband he may want to come take a second look.😳

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We couldn’t believe it.  But it was true.  After peeing on several more sticks I made an appointment with the doctor and it was confirmed that yes I was going to have my 3rd baby in 3 years.

Today it seems impossible that I made it through the last 4 years without ending up in a straight jacket.  Of course I couldn’t begin to tell you the amount of money I have spent on wine.  But I made it.  And although my two girls are considered to be “Irish Twins”, they are nothing alike.  And in a way…I am thankful for that.

Because I am quite certain our youngest will be living with us until she is 40 something.

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The Girl In The Window With No Voice

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Lately I have been reading a lot of articles and blog posts about mothers feeling like they are failing at motherhood.  Myself included.

A couple months ago I came across a story about a little girl in the window of a rental house, who some neighbors, that thought no children lived in the house, one day saw the girl peaking out the window.

Sometimes stories stick with you…and you can’t let go of them….this is one of those stories.

The couple who saw the little girl in the window luckily reported it to the police for they had never seen a child and thought that it was only a man, woman, and 2 adult sons that lived in the rental property across the street.

You can read about the rest of the story here.  Please be advised it is a horrible story and one that may stick with you like it has with me.  It would have taken a lot of strength, as the cop who had to enter those premises, not to punch that woman in the face.

The point is, that us mothers that think  we are failing because we had a bad day and yelled at the kids, or we let Netflix babysit for the day so we could get some stuff done.  Even if that stuff getting done meant taking time to ourselves to read a book, blog, exercise, or whatever it may be.

Even if we fed the kids mac and the cheese (it’s what my kids call it) and hot dogs for dinner with slices of cucumbers as a veggie because we just didn’t feel like being in the kitchen for two hours only to hear…”I don’t like this, I want mac and the cheese”.  Even when we take a timeout in the bathroom for 30 minutes and tell the kids we are pooping and to go play.

When we let our kids go to school in mix matched clothes because we don’t feel like fighting at 6:30am about what they are going to wear so we just say fu*k it and let them wear what they want.

Any of those times.

We are still being mothers who love our children.  Who dress our children.  Bathe our children.  Feed our children.  LOVE our children and show that love by hugging them and kissing them and telling them daily that we love them.  Let me assure you …. you aren’t failing and if you think you are then I encourage you to read the story about the little girl in the window.  Because that mother…doesn’t deserve to be called a mother at all.  Yes I am sure she probably had some kind of mental issues but what about the man that lived there or the two grown sons?  Where were their voices?  Why didn’t they speak up?  Were they all just crazy?

There is also a follow up to the story, 9 years later, about the little girl and the courageous family who insisted on adopting her, even knowing the challenges that they would face,  and how they are coping.  You can read that here.

So all you mothers out there that think you aren’t doing it right…if your child is loved…pat yourself on the back…you’re doing it right.

From One Mother To Another,

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9 More Sleeps

9 more sleeps.

This morning I kept mumbling that to myself in my head whilst trying to get the kids up and ready for school.  I’m pretty sure I mumbled it out loud after telling my 3 year old, for the fifth or sixth time to please go use the potty (because inevitably if I don’t remind her then she waits until she is fully dressed and then suddenly remembers she has to go), I said it out loud and clear after explaining to my 6 year old that YES he must put clean underwear on everyday…even if he doesn’t happen to take a shower that morning…HE MUST PUT CLEAN UNDERWEAR ON!  And what is so hard about changing one’s underwear anyway! UGH!

Oh and let’s not leave the 4 year old out of this, who took 5 minutes to decide exactly what it was she wanted for breakfast.  Like she literally just stood there…staring into nowhere while me, her mother, is about to lose her shit!

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It didn’t help that I was awakened for the third day in a row waaaaaay before my alarm was due to go off and when the light started to shine through the blinds and I peeked through them, and what should appear???…..CLOUDS!  Everywhere CLOUDS! NO SUN!!!  It’s the end of March and it’s 27*F when we left for the school run.

Which brings me to my teenager, who has his driving permit.  He took it upon himself by getting in the car before me this morning  and decided that he was going to drive the school run.  As you can see I am still here to write about it but let’s just say that his parking skills are in need of help and I am quite certain that the bottom of my front end has some lovely new scrapes from coming in contact with the curb.  **sighs and grits teeth**.

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9 more sleeps.

This is when a long awaited and much needed, KIDLESS vacation begins.  I have checked the weather where we are going and the day after our arrival it is supposed to be 86*F and SUNNY!!!  And you know where I am going to be?  Laying by the pool, basking in the glory of that sunshine.  With sunscreen of course.  And a cocktail. And no one saying “MOMMY, MOM, MOTHER, MOMMY, MOM…???”

Now yes, I know that this is going to be the longest I have ever been away from my kids, and I know that I am going to miss them because even when I have a mommy day in the city for 1 day I miss them, but today I am not sure if my cycle is getting ready to start or I am just plain in motherhood overload but 9 more sleeps can’t get here fast enough!!!

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And it’s not even noon yet!
*Disclaimer:  Love my kids to infinity and beyond but today is a “let’s cut the shit, motherhood isn’t always a bed of roses, sometimes it’s more like a long walk on a bed of legos with bare feet” kind of day!

One nerve away from crazy,

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Quote Of The Week ~ March 6, 2016

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Today is Mother’s Day in the UK so in honor of all the wonderful mothers who I have met through blogging this quote is dedicated to you and of course all mothers everywhere.  

Being a mother, for me, has been the greatest gift and the biggest challenge of my life.  Motherhood fills your heart with joy and love like no other and some days can test the deepest parts of yourself  you didn’t know existed.  But a good mother finds balance.  She finds strength and she loves unconditionally.

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Dear Mr. Winter

I know that less than 6 months ago I was complaining that I was sick of sweating and ready for the cold weather to arrive.  I absolutely hate being hot.  One can always put more stuff on to get warm…running around naked still doesn’t cool one off…nor would I like to see some people naked.

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Enough said?
This is our second winter in the northern hemisphere.  We came from a place where the swimming pool was a daily activity for like 9 months of the year.

Last year it snowed but only stuck once and melted within a couple of days.  This year I don’t think there has been a day that I have looked outside and there hasn’t been some form of what resembles snow lurking around. snow neighborhood winter 2016 For the last week my yard has been a solid white blanket.  And yes I think it’s beautiful and I am not complaining about it because it would take years of this kind of weather to replace what the drought has taken away.

The photo to the left is a picture I took from my front yard yesterday.  I really need to take one when the road is also covered and not a single car without 4WD would dare to take on that hill.  You can’t tell by the picture but that hill is steep and brutal when freshly blanketed with snow or ice.

What I am complaining about is the toll it takes on my little monsters.  I want to take them out to go sledding but just when I think it’s the right time suddenly I start to hear the horrible deep coughs and the sneezes that that blow out boogers resembling something like this…

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“So Snot Funny”
I want to take them out and do a photo shoot but I just know that I will be editing out the snot and chapped red lips that resemble that of a clowns…no I am not joking.  And yes I buy them chapstick…it usually ends up in the wash, lost in the car, or used all in one day by my 3 year old.  I am quite certain she eats it.

Now I am sure it’s not just old man winter to blame for my kids constant battle of the common cold.  There are germs lurking everywhere.

Let’s take last night for instance, and the disgusting fool who was sitting near us in the bleachers at the wrestling tournament with his can of “chew spit”.  As we were leaving and I gathered up my kids’ stuff I noticed something wet on my daughters coat.  Yep, you guessed it…the guys can of “chew spit” had spilled ON MY DAUGHTER’S JACKET!  The thought of it is seriously making me gag.  And had he have still been around when I discovered it…the mommy psycho from hell would have come out in me.bad mommy parenting motherhood

But he was gone…leaving his trail of spilled “chew spit” in his revolting, repulsive, gross, ghastly path.

So what did this mother do?  Well she hunted his ass down, of course, and ran him over with her SUV placing his spit can beside him as a reminder to all “chew can spitters” TO THROW THEIR CONTAINERS AWAY!  **One can only dream**  Actually I came home and put the jacket in the washer on the hottest cleaning cycle…twice.

I am somewhat of a germaphobe so when I see my daughter licking the handrail at said high school gymnasium, that probably hasn’t been touched with any sort of disinfectant since being placed there, I slightly come unglued and wonder if she was switched at birth at the hospital.

The sun is shining today and it’s a perfect day to get some great snots shots of my kids in the snow…so for now I am going to stick with that plan because who knows when the next opportunity should arise to do so.  I mean what’s the worst that could happen…pneumonia?

Cheerios and Boogers,


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That’s A Wrap ~ Jan 23, 2016

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I seriously just don’t know where the weeks are going.  It seems like one day it’s Monday and the next it’s Friday.

This past Sunday was a huge day in the Souzaville household as the Denver Broncos beat the Pittsburgh Steelers and are one step closer to being in the super bowl.  It was a very stressful game to say the least since the Broncos didn’t get their shit act together until the last 5 minutes of the game.

And for anyone who is sitting there thinking something along the lines of “well the Steelers didn’t have all their star players playing”.  Just keep them thoughts to yourself.  A win is a win and I can’t help it if their players are constantly getting injured.  Their quarterback is also half our quarterback’s age.

I also don’t want to hear anything about what we are up against on Sunday.  It’s bad enough that my husband has insisted on listening to all the sports networks talk about it all week on the tv. Denver Broncos football game image good vibes fans Yes I am fully aware we are the underdogs.  But I also never give up hope on my Broncos.  **positive Broncos vibes**


About mid-week the crud of all cruds hit the little monsters of the household.  Started off with coughing then sore throats.  One daughter was running a fever off and on.  I took 2 of the 3 to the doctor as the 3rd said he was feeling well enough that he wanted to go to school. The doctor wrote me scripts for both the girls but told me to only get them filled if they started acting like the girl in The Exorcist  their symptoms got worse.  The next morning my 4 year old little monster M woke up barely able to swallow and upon looking in the back of her throat with a flashlight…..what should appear but big huge white pockets of nastiness.  Script one filled.

Thursday night little monster B man was fine all day, went to wrestling practice, came home and just before bed started throwing up.  Wasn’t running a fever but had a hard time getting to sleep as he couldn’t quit coughing which then would cause him to throw up again.  Little monster Z girl is so far only presenting a cough with no other symptoms.  I kept all of them home on Friday in hopes that we could nick this crud it the arse by Monday.  Bad part about sick kiddos is finding things to keep them entertained while stuck in the house.  Yesterday they pretty much just wanted to lay around and watch movies because all weren’t feeling good.  Today because they are a bit better, things are getting a little restless around here.  But I will prevail!

On the blogging front this week were the following…

Quote Of The Week

Monday’s Music Mantra

Am I Paranoid?

Workout Wednesdays

Throwback Thursday ~ A Day In The Life Of Domesticated Momster


Friday’s Top 5

My most commented and liked piece of humor was…

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This statement sums up why I am a certified Domesticated Momster.  Hope all of you had a great week!


Friday’s Top 5 ~ Jan 22, 2016

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#HappyFriday everyone.  Hope you all had a great week and enjoy the reads I have picked for this week.


Motherhood: The New Civil War

8 Things Not To Say To A Mother Of 6

Hell Is Full Of Turkish Smugglers

Child To Parent Violence In The Safe House