I have never been very good at keeping up with blogging. I'll do it for a few weeks in a row, then I'll get sidetracked. I'm not a very good writer, so I find it hard to keep up with. I do read a lot of blogs, however, and I came across one that I haven't seen much from in a while.
She hadn't blogged anything for about a year, so she was catching us up on what's been going on in the life of a working-from-home-mom.
She mentions that "survival mode" is just a way of life when you have 2 little kids, a home to take care of, and a job. I totally get that. I feel like I'm on survival mode 99% of the time. I'm not the most patient person in the world, and Livi pushes all the right buttons all day long. I'm beginning to wonder if there will ever come a day where I don't have to spank her, put her in the corner, or tell her NO. As my "fellow" blogger said about her daughter, "she exhausts me" and "challenges me" on a daily basis. I would have to agree with that statement as well.
And then there's Jackson. While he has a bit of a mean streak, he's still my sweet boy. He runs around playing hard, like boys do, but every time he lays eyes on me, he comes and gives me a hug. He loves going down the "lide" and swinging. He loves playing with bubbles and dirt (not as much as his big sister, but I bet she shows him the ropes this summer). He loves his big sister. Today he woke up from his nap and she had fallen asleep. The first thing he said when I walked into his room was "wivi". He wanted to go wake her up. She, of course, wanted nothing to do with him at that moment, but after she woke up she wanted to play with him too.
Tonight after I gave the kids a bath, Livi wanted to say goodnight to daddy. He was next door talking to our neighbor and his friends. One of the guys wife is about to have a baby girl. They already have a boy who is almost 3. So he asked Jason if he had any advice about being a dad to a girl. Jason gave him a few pointers, and then he asked me if I thought it was easier having a girl or a boy. BOY, hands down. If I could choose, the rest of my children would be boys. So far, Jackson has proven to be the easiest kid to raise, in his short 20 months of life. In her defense though, Livi wasn't dealt a very fair hand. She got my attitude. I will own up to it. My parents must have cursed me when I was her age, or older, because I'm getting back everything I ever gave them. I have a feeling I will be getting it back for many years to come.
I wouldn't really always choose a boy. In fact, I hope the next one is a girl, because I love seeing Livi be a big sister, she loves Jackson, or Bubba, and loves showing him how to do things. I know she would absolutely love being a big sister to a little girl though too. Someone to play princesses with and wear "spinning" dresses together. I have yet to determine whether Jackson would even care about a younger sibling. The only kid he is ever around that's younger than him is his cousin, and they're not even 6 months apart. He's at that age where he would rather play alone, but watch what the other one is doing. He has a new cousin on the way in a few months, so we'll see what he does there.
This has turned in to a longer post than I had anticipated. My "me" time for the evening was spent on the computer writing.
