Why?

My husband wanted to know why I set up another blog. I guess I wanted to have a space where I could talk about whatever I wanted. It may not have anything to do with my kids or it may be about parenting. Who knows. All I know is that the other blog is dedicated to my three kids and when I posted about the new bathroom, it felt weird. Yes, my kids do use the new bathroom on occassion, but who cares about that!

I'm proud of the fact that my hubby has finally got it operational after three long years of working on it. Not that it really took him that actual amount of time. If he could have dedicated an entire week at once, then it would have been finished a long time ago, but that's not how it could be. We just had to do a little at a time and most of the time the 2nd bathroom took a back seat to everything else. I don't blame him. We choose to take vacations and do things on the weekends and sometimes, do nothing even though we were home!

How do you like the name of my new blog? I think it's very fun. As a mom, I get tired of saying things like that. Sometimes the best thing to do is just sit back and laugh. Not that I agree when my kids burp at the table. I think it's rude....but sometimes ya just gotta laugh! You know, choose which battles to fight and which to let go.

Speaking of which battles to fight.....I'm so tired of asking my kids to do something and getting the big "Awww Mom" ! Can't they just do it, once, without complaining? Rob and I were sick most of this past weekend and he had been feeling bad even before that. The girls didn't bother to do anything! We were hoping (like idiots) that they would at least do the dishes. Finally I got the kitchen straighted up and even did a few of the dishes. When they came home from church yesterday I told them I wanted them to finish the kitchen. You would have thought I had asked them to go push mow the snow or something! It's my fault. I've let them get a way with too much for too long. Now, don't take my complaining wrong. I've got the best kids in the whole world. They are kind and compasionate and love the Lord. It's not that. It's just that they have been given too much. I wanted them to grow up in a secure and happy home with both parents married and happy. The childhood I DID NOT have. I guess in wanting that so bad, I've instilled in them that they are "entitled" to what they get and WANT. How in the world do I reverse such a mistake? I don't want them to think that they are bad kids, but they need to know that they are responsible for things around our house and that they will treat their father and I with respect.

I get tired of saying all of the parenting "standards" such as: "You will NOT talk to me like that!" and "Clean your room!", and "Pick up your dirty clothes!", and "WHO left the dishes in the living room?" and "No, I will not make something else for dinner!", and "Would you talk to anyone else like that?" and..... the list could go on forever. I might as well be saying "Blah Blah Blah!" I think that's all they hear. How did I get to this point?!?

I've got some links to some great sites on the right hand side of this page. I wonder if any of those ladies have trouble with the same things I do? I guess I need to go do some reading. Right now I'm feeling like a failure as a Mom!!!!