Give me a Break.

Are there days, weeks, months, years that you don't get a break from being mommy? And a break means hours away from anyone in your family including your loving husband. Sometimes you just need a break and to be with your gal-pals. I was fortunate enough to get an opportunity such as this...and

It was awesome.

Awesome. It was such a pleasant distraction from the norm of my black sweatpants and bra less self. (Which reminds me that I have to get back on the horse and try to do my hair at least 2x a week)..I've been lacking in the looking like a person category. My poor hott husband. Anyways- so last night I did my hair and then proceeded to rip all of my folded clothes off my closet shelves to find something not stained or smelly to wear- this equals a huge pile of clean clothes on the floor which will probably be sitting there for the next few weeks. ugh.

So I got all normal person like and left my house, my kids and my husband for my night on the town. Me and my two friends who we will call City Girl and County Girl- and me Middle Girl? It was so nice to just SIT and not be interrupted mid conversation from screaming gremlins. Also we went to one of my favorite restaurants in the "valley"- DISH...so good. Anyways I can't say enough how important it is for any mommy to get out and have a girls night - even if it rarely happens- we need to stand strong in our convictions that mommies need a break. I needed a break..and I feel so much better about my life. I feel like I came home last night after talking to my two awesome friends for over 5 hours of interrupted bliss so refreshed.

Not gonna lie a little hung over but so worth it.

Friends are like Barbeque

Going through my life I have had the great opportunity of having wonderful friends ( and really crappy friends). I feel like at every stage of life you have certain friends that you just click with- like in highschool when you play on the same sports team, in college when you pledge the same sorority and in adulthood when you have spouses and kids. It seems like as time passes you either always have the same commonality or you move on to the next phase and that friend or friends does not. And common people, we are usually gonna click and stay in touch with people on the same path of life. Friends come and go in life and it's ok to let go of friendships. I think sometimes its hard to let go- but just let go- new people seem to always pop up at the right moment to fill the void.

To say all that- I just click better with people who feel what I feel. Change poopy diapers, get stuck in hibernation in their houses, speak the mommy language- not that I don't love single free ranging men and women( ok maybe not men) our lives are just different. And different is ok. This leads me to Barbeque- I know hard corolation. So I have deeply hated barbeque for maybe the past 10 years. Hated Hated Hated- to smell the sweet tangy smell made me puke in my mouth most of the time- and then we were in Costco about 2 weeks ago and those tester stations had some babyback ribs- and I told Ryan to get me one- he looked at me like I was insane and I'm sure he was thinking to himself, " S*** I hope she isn't pregnant" excuse the cussing. Because for me to try barbeque after so long of hating it means I have changed. And yes - I have been eating BBQ for the past 2 weeks . Several times. I changed- People change- it's ok to change.

Does this make sense? Probably not- but it seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Now Im going to go eat my 2nd BBQ sandwich of the night. It's so good.

I'm Broke- I just bought Groceries.

Seriously- Have any of you noticed the sky-rocketing prices of groceries?? It's insane.

I love grocery shopping. I do. I love it. I love walking down each and every aisle on my quest for the perfect produce or yummy snack that I can munch on after the kids are down ( this usually means a huge bag of rasinettes that are gone within an hour..) And let me tell you- I'm a very budgeted person- I hardly spend money on anything and I would much rather trade babysitting or sell some furniture to get more furniture- I'm just good like that surprisingly.

But when it comes to grocery shopping I want what I want- you've got to enjoy something in life right? And in my opinion it's food. Not just bad food - I'm totally an endorser of putting good things into not only mama's mouth but also our kids mouths. I don't skimp on the organic products because I really do believe they are better for our kids and for us mommy's! Not to say that I don't also sneak in the occasional coke or taco bell run ( mommy only) but I am a true believer in organic dairy and organic meat- these are important to me.

Now I'm not a judger so you all feed your families whatever the heck you want- but when I'm 80 and still running 10 k's ( oh wait I have yet to run one of these) maybe you will wish that you would have chosen a little more wisely.

So anyway back to grocery shopping- I am not kidding but for the amount of food I get each week which is roughly the same- the bill is slowly creeping higher and higher...food prices are insane. We should all live on farms and be self-sustainable.

One of my favorite blogs - Dig This Chick- is totally rocking the gardening, feeding her kiddos good stuff, sewing tons of crap- ( Can someone pleeeease teach me how to sew- I'm begging you)- I aspire to be like her- she's so awesome.

Anyways this is the most random post ever. It's been a long day.

Sunrise. Sunset.

Back by popular demand. Just kidding. I know I've been slacking on the posts lately. Call it laziness if you will or maybe a lack of follow -through? Plus the monthly friend was here last week which means I was PMSing the week before which equals me sitting on my couch eating tons of caramel ice cream ( if you haven't tried this go get some right now) This leads to me not having any drive in my life. I'm sorry - I will get better.

Anyways- my post for today is about my most hated times of the day. Sunrise. Sunset. And no not like Fiddler on the Roof- instead these are the most chaotic times of day at the Kirkman house. Saturday afternoon- Tuesday night I play single mom pretty much 24 hours a day. From the minute my little buggers wake up either screaming in their crib or trashing my family room with tortilla chips and poop ( refer to facebook post on Sunday morning) to the agonizing " ok Finley for the 80th time if you get out of your bed one more time I'm gonna go get the spon and spank you till you understand what that means." And honestly I think I say that phrase 5 times a night. Which usually ends with Finley and my spoon having a heart to heart. The whole thing stresssssses me out.

Morning time is like a frantic wave of changing diapers, pull ups, milk, breakfast, change of clothes, throwing the sheets in the wash ( because my kids overflow their diapers/pull -ups with pee everynight)- to add to this we have a needy dog who not only sleeps in her baby playpack but also needs to eat and go out and take 20 minutes to take a crap in the bloody cold. While I take her out I watch my kids through the back double glass window take on each other so by the time I get back in someone is screaming . Awesome way to start ones morning.

Night time- trying to keep my 2 kids entertained from the hours of 4-7 is impossible. They start having their breakdowns around 4:30- probably because neither one of them likes to take naps much to my dismay. And oh believe me I try and try and try to MAKE THEM take naps. If you know a way- please enlighten me. Getting dinner ready and on the table goes like this-

Me- Finley please get out of the kitchen
Finley- I want up
Me- Finley stop yelling at Cooper
Finley- Whhhyyy
Me- Cooper stop pulling at every electrical cord
Finley- I want up
Me- Finley tell Cooper to stop trying to electricute himself
Finley- No Cooper
Cooper- WHHHHHHHHAAAA.

Dinner usually takes me forever to make and forever to shove down their little throats- althought lately Finley has actually started to like food again and is making us poor. Buying everything in bulk is in our near future.

I can't wait for the day when I get to wake my kids up to go to school and actually wish they were around at night- I will get pure joy from ripping off their little comforters and pouring a nice big jug of cold water on them. Welcome to adulthood you little crazies. Only 10 or so years from now......

Do you have a favorite...

Do you prefer one child over the other? If you are thinking and saying, " no" - your a liar. Just saying. Im hoping that neither of my children will ever find this blog- especially in about 12 years when they have proof that I do favor one over the next.

Anyone have any guesses to who I prefer over the other? And I must admit this often changes on a daily basis. Plus I havent even written a blog post lately because my children have been so good over the last week- it has been a miracle to say the least.

Anyways back to my favorite. Growing up I always knew without a doubt that my mom prefered even to this day my younger brother. He is crazy and shares no common interests with my mother. You'd think this might decrease her obsession with him- not in the slightest unfortunatly. ( and Mom if your reading this don't even try to deny it ) . Also I always knew my Dad liked me more than my brother. I was the responsible, dependable, more "conservative" child- what's not to love. I don't think any parent can honestly say at times or maybe all the time one child is just a little more easy to get along with.

Finley- My older child- he's awesome. He has some bad quirks about him though. Quirks I would rather remove from him all together. His worse one is definatly his attitude problem. I know that attitude problem well because I too carry the attitude around. but you see it's easier to harness it as an adult. Try harnessing the attitude in a newly 3 year old. And I've got to say ever since the little bugger turned 3 it has been smooth sailing. From birth- 2 years old where very trying years for me. With me occassionally locking myself into a closet or garage and screaming my lungs out to get control of myself. ( just like Sex & the City 2) except in my black sweats, tshirt minus the designer dress.

Cooper- My Second try at the parenting thing. Cooper is very chilled and happy about 95 percent of them time. He has not been the greatest sleeper during his short life but I feel like his little personailty makes the not sleeping a little better. Cooper is more like Ryan in his mannerism. He is chilled until he doesnt get a certain toy from Fin or is overly tired and then all hell breaks loose. But if you saw that little cloth diaper butt waddleing around my house - you too would fall in love with his short little statue and ghetto booty. Now I haven't hit the age where he can talk back to me so check back with me in a year .

I'm not coming out and saying who is my favorite- but I think you get the picture. I was the oldest and I butt heads with my oldest. My husband was the baby and I am a little obsessed with my baby. not to say that I don't love them equally at all time- liking them equally at times is a different story.