When it Comes to Motherhood, There’s No Cookie Cutter Solution – 100 Day Blog Challenge Day 8

A Mother’s Job is Never Easy (or Done)


When my boys were younger or when people would hear I’m a Mom of 3 boys, the immediate response was, “Boy, you’ve got your hands full.”  To be in honest, in the beginning, I didn’t see what was the big deal.  For the most part, they got along FAMOUSLY and were so cooperative.  I told them to do something, and they did it (most of the time) without too much arguing.  I just didn’t see the big deal.

Fast forward to 2014, and now I see the big deal.

My boys are now 8, 6 (in 2 weeks) and 4.  The way they act lately, you would think they were in their 30s or 40s.  Today felt like the day from HELL!!!  They weren’t listening, they were fighting, attitudes, meltdowns, on and on and on!!!

You know, I can totally see them
like this 10 years from now…
The first instance happened while I was taking a shower (yeah, even to do THAT takes skilled planning.)  Anyhow, I’m enjoying a little me time (I’ll take it whenever and wherever I can) and then it sounds like World War 3 hit.  First, a loud scream, followed by a screeching cry and yelling.  So much for a relaxing shower.  When I get out there to “diffuse” the situation, they’re upset because one won’t listen, another comes over to intervene and act like the “parent” so the other 2 start a mutiny and….the domino effect at its worst.

This wasn’t necessarily the first instance, but I made it crystal clear that under NO circumstances are they to wreak havoc.  Yeah, that worked out famously.  In the end, since they decided to act up with me in the room, I grounded them from video games for a week and put the fear of God in them that much worse would happen if they didn’t smarten up.

Decisions, Decisions

There are days when it feels as if EVERYTHING I’m doing as a Mom is wrong or I’ve missed the mark.  What’s the right way to raise the boys?  When do you step in and discipline?  Is it too harsh?  Is it too lenient?  Is anything getting through to them?  Do they even CARE?!?!?!  What’s the right answer?

I’ve come to realize that when it comes to parenting, there is NO right answer.  What works for one may not necessarily work for the other.  This doesn’t really give me a lot of comfort, because it would be nice if the bickering wouldn’t be at RIDICULOUS SPEED every 2 minutes!!!  I understand there will be sibling rivalry, but, my goodness must there be so many rivals?!?!?!

Take me AWAY!!!
It’s hard, VERY hard, and I’m not complaining, but, it would be nice to have the bickering stop for one day.  I’m sure this is part of the growing process and this will pass; heck, they really do get along great when the smoke clears.  It’s pretty amazing watching the three of them work together or come together on things.  It’ll usually be short lived, but I do revel those moments.

They’re great kids, I hear it from so many people all the time, because it’s true.  I’m not just saying this because they’re mine.  They do great things all the time and it’s my hope that the lessons we’re teaching them is sinking into their brains and they remember them as they get older.  I’m also sure that when they’re parents and they’re getting together for their annual whatever, they’ll look back on these days and laugh.

I know I am, but at the time, it wasn’t very funny.

The boys are asleep, and as usual, they are always peaceful, angelic, and so awesome when they’re not talking.  It always brings me back to when they were babies – so young, innocent, and no ability to speak.  We just couldn’t skip that part of their growing process, huh?

The saga continues…
This book has many chapters, addendum’s and everything in between.  I love my boys and I am so blessed to be their Mom.  It’s a lot of fun, I wouldn’t change it for anything.  I’m also human, I have feelings and there are some days when I feel a good smack to the head just might do the trick.

Don’t judge, unless you’ve been there. 

Yeah, I’ve got my hands full.  I know this, it’s obvious, you don’t need to point it out.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  My life would be empty.  Despite it all, the craziness makes everything normal.

The saga continues…


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Tales of a First Time Barber

As if my duties as a SAHM aren’t long enough, now, I must add “barber” to the list. And trust me when I tell you, this is NOT a job title I really wanted to add to my responsibilities.


You see, hubby is the barber in the family.  In fact, he cuts all our hair.  I can’t remember the last time (or if there was EVER a time) any of us went to a barber…wait, I take that back.  Late 2010/early 2011, I had a hairdresser cut my hair.  Hubby felt he could do a better job.  Anyhow, hubby is in Alberta, Canada for work and left at the end of January. Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to cut the boys’s hair before he left, and he said I would have to take over the duties.

You can imagine the look of joy on my face to that piece of news.

I’ve got to do WHAT?!?!?!?!?
So, this weekend, I decided to face the music, or in this case, the clippers, and dive right in.  I wish I could say the boys were all in and on board for this new found adventure.

I’m surprised no one heard any of the chaos that ensued in my house this weekend.

I was NOT looking forward to this AT ALL.  I have never, EVER cut hair and now I’m responsible for not 1, not 2, but 3…3 haircuts!!!  Saturday was the first attempt, and let’s just say a trip to the dentist for a root canal would have been better than attempting to have my oldest sit down for a haircut.  He bawled, he fought, he was hungry, he was tired, his feet hurt, his nose hairs were out of place.

Jeez, just say you don’t want me to cut your hair.  No dramatics necessary.

Man, was I upset.  No, I was PISSED!!!  I was pissed at the boys for acting up and not giving me a chance.  I was pissed at hubby because he left me with such a HUGE undertaking and no form of training.  Talk about jumping without a net or life preserver.  I was pissed at myself because I let this get the best of me.

So, I chalked up Saturday as a wash.  Clippers/Boys -1; Mom – 0.

This morning, during our Skype chat with hubby, we spoke a little about how to tackle the hair cutting, and in my usual style, wouldn’t let hubby get a word in edgewise without adding my pity party woes.  He wasn’t happy, but I did hear what he had to say.  So, we decided to give it a good ole try once again.

Justus was a willing participant.  Heck, he was probably the easiest of the 3.  Zip, zip, done.  Hey, I survived and his head was still attached to his body.  Yay, Mom!!!

Justus’s New Cut

The next 2 weren’t so easy.


First, Isaac said he wanted to go, then, he got in the chair, and you’d think I took his favorite toy.  That didn’t start out great.  So, out of the chair he went, and in popped Elijah.

Good grief, this kid has a lot of hair.  It’s curly thick and FULL.  Why?  He wanted to grow it out a bit, but decided he got tired of it.  Lucky me, huh?  So, I get the clippers to Elijah’s hair, and hearing the words of hubby in my head, I just dive in.  Hair to the left; hair to the right; little curls here; stragglers there.  Holy crap, WHAT DID I DO TO MY CHILD’S HAIR?!?!?  I got a little too confident, switched to a smaller attachment, and let’s just say it took off more than I expected in that first run through.  Oh well, maybe it will start a trend.  Sorry, bud.
Elijah’s Happy with Mom’s Skills

This is NOT looking great for me and I’m really not liking this new responsibility.


Well, I survived that one, I managed to fix it up as best I could and he still looks like my big guy.  He did a lot better than the day before and actually said he likes it.

Two down; one to go.

I think I should have had a drink before I took on Isaac.

Oh my goodness, when they say tackle the worst FIRST, listen.  First, Isaac had to go to the bathroom; then his back itched; then he was thirsty; then his back itched again; then his leg was hurting; then he didn’t want his hair cut; then his neck hurt…

Shoot me; shoot me NOW!!!

After some persuading; bribing and having Elijah sit right in front of Isaac, he FINALLY decides to sit down.  Then, he gets back up.  Then he sits down again.  But he covers his head.  His hands didn’t move from his head for what felt like YEARS, but then he decided his hands were tired.

Originally, he wanted to keep his Mohawk, so we agreed that we would simply shape up the sides and he’d be on his merry way.  As I start the clippers, the arms go over the head, AGAIN!!!

Seriously, didn’t we JUST have this conversation 2 SECONDS AGO?!?!?!

OK, I say, “I’m DONE!!!”  Isaac was not liking that.  So, he decides to sit down, keep his hands to his sides and let me shape up the sides of his head.

“Mom, I don’t want my Mohawk anymore.  I want it cut off.”
“Are you sure, Isaac?”
“Yes, Mom.  I don’t want the Mohawk anymore.”

Breathe in…breathe out!!!

So, before he could change his mind, I went right for that Mohawk…in one felt swoop, that bad boy was GONE.

Up jumps Isaac off the chair.  “I need to see, Mommy.”

Mind you, they NEVER pull this crap with their Dad when HE’S cutting their hair.  HA, let them try something like that.


Isaac in his calm state.  I’m pretty proud of
how it turned out.  Don’t let that
cute face fool you.

Another go around with the clippers and then I need to change the blade.  Meltdown number 5 million starts.  “No, I don’t want the green one.  I want the purple one.”   After another back and forth battle and explaining that the back of his head (the nape area) needs just a little more help, he was NOT having it.  


What was I THINKING?!?!?!

Well, he FINALLY gave in and let me finish.  He survived, and to be honest, his looks the best of them all.

So, once they’re all cleaned up and dressed, I ask to take some pictures to capture this once in a lifetime moment.  Pictures…this is something we do all the time.  Someone tell me why THIS time, they all acted as if they were facing a firing squad?!?!?  My goodness, didn’t we just survive the apocalypse?!?!?
Yep, those are my boys.  And I just finished
cutting all 3 of their hair!!!

Anyhow, my first attempt at being a barber ended with everyone coming out fine on the other side.  We all survived, and now, they’re asleep.  Yep, I’m SuperMom!!!


So, to any of my fellow Moms who may be (or have been) in my shoes, and faced with the lovely task of cutting your child(ren)’s hair, realize they’re probably going to fight you and make your life hell, but in the end you will survive.  Trust me, you will.
Heaven help me when I have to do this AGAIN!?!?!?  Hopefully, hubby will be home by then.
Yay, we all survived!!!

Oh man, I need a drink!!!  (And this comes from someone who hasn’t had a drink in a LOOONNNNNNG time!!!)

Take care, and thanks for reading.




My Boys Will Thank Me Later

I will say this about how I raise my boys…

In and out of our house, we have rules.  If they ask for something, they must use the words, “Please” and “Thank you.”  They must be respectful to their elders, and any adult in the room.  If they get out of line (use a tone or language that we don’t like) they will get a slap on the hand, mouth or bum so they learn their lesson.  They must clean up after themselves, do chores and help around the house in any way we see fit.  They must ALWAYS be there for each other, because at the end of the day, they are brothers and they have each other to lean on for support.

I am a strict Mom.  I can also be a bit uptight.  When we go out in public, I fuss over them, and make sure they behave themselves.  I dislike it when they try to overstep the boundaries, and they do test the limits ALL THE TIME!!!  I’ve yelled at them in public, I have made an example of them in front of other kids, and they know I will call them out at any time.

Why do I do this?  I am their MOTHER!!!  I am not their friend, I am not their equal.  I am their superior and they must respect my authority.  They MUST listen to their parents, they must follow OUR rules.  I’m not here to cater to their every need or give them everything they want.  They’ve heard me say “No” to some of their requests, they’ve seen me blow my top; they’ve seen me cry.  They say they will listen, not do it again, but 9 times out of 10, the cycle has started all over again.

There are times I wonder if the words I’m saying get through to them or if I’m just talking to the air.  I know they understand me and get what I’m doing.  I’m also not a complete ogre who walks around with the yardstick.  We have other rules that we live by in our home.  We sit down at the table for meals all the time.  We say grace before every meal.  We say prayers every night before bed.  We say “I love you” more times than you can imagine.  We give each other lots of hugs and kisses and we say “Sorry” when we’ve done something wrong.

My boys won’t be boys for very long.  Next month, my oldest starts the 3rd grade and my middle is entering Kindergarten.  By next year, ALL 3 boys will be in school and there are going to be pressures from kids at every angle.  They are BOYS.  They are impressionable.  They are smart.  They are talented and they have a bright future ahead.   As their Mother, it is my job to ensure they are prepared for the world – the good, bad and ugly.  They will make mistakes, and hopefully they will learn from them.  We have a pretty strong bond and they feel comfortable telling us their troubles and I hope it continues as they become TEENAGE BOYS.

One day, they will grow up and become MEN.  They will hopefully have a great education, a successful career of their choosing (even if they decide not to partner up with me) and eventually (hopefully) they will fall in love, get married, and have children of their own.  Then and ONLY then, will they understand WHY I was so strict with them as babies.  One day, they may even have a baby girl (or 2 or 3) of their own who will grow up to be a teenage girl and eventually a WOMAN.  They will want their daughter to respect herself, her body and treat it like the temple it is.  They will want their daughter to know that her beauty comes from within and not have to seek it in the wrong places.  They will want their daughter to know and understand that saying “NO” is okay if something doesn’t feel right and that at ANY TIME, they can call on their Dad for help if needed.

My boys may not like and or appreciate all the rules and structure now, but when they get older, they will thank me later.  Why?  I am their Mother, I love them very much and it’s MY job to help raise them to become true GENTLE MEN!!!

Take care, and be well.