OH Thank God.

You know those days were every single thing goes wrong? 

Thats today. 

Even as I'm writing this tantrum number 5000 is happening in the background. 

Yep, thats right. My toddler is chucking a spaz and I'm taking a minute for myself updating my neglected blog with a winge about my disaster day.

And the mother of the year award goes to.................

The day has been a disaster. 

A friend posted on facebook: "Does anybody remember back when you were very young, did you ever think that you would be this blessed!"

I replied with: "Blessed is not the word that comes to mind in this household."

I spoke to soon.

Not half hour later a got a text from the very best friend saving my ass in the best possible way.  She's made the next few days tolerable.

So yeh, my day has sucked.

But I guess we are still so very blessed.

Shop til You Drop.

I'm so proud of my little people today. 

I don't often brave the shops with all three of them but today we did it (all in the name of helping a friend of course.)

Today they were dragged all over town looking for the perfect birthday gift for a friends new boyfriend.

They hardly complained. 

I was so impressed.

We were all so tired by the end of it even I was starting to lose my calm. But still they were angels. So well trained.

Some days they make it so easy to love them.

xx

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23 Things to Do.

Another something crossed off my list.

18. Send someone a homemade gift for no reason but I love them

Sent my sister Phoebe a parcel yesterday filled with homemade love.

I think I'm doing pretty good at this whole list thing.

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Emancipate yourself.

While I have no desire to have this tattoo I do rather like the quote.

Exactly what I'm in the process of doing right now.

xx

I can't recall were I found this picture. 

It was saved on my computer ages ago. 

If you know who it belongs to let me know and I'll give credit where credits due.

The life cont.

So I'm not sitting around feeling sorry for myself anymore.

Am trying to put the pieces together to fix myself and my family/home up.

It's kinda like a puzzle. I'm trying to get all the things I know in my head, to fit perfectly into my heart. Slowly it's coming together.

I'm pulling my socks up.

Moving forward.

Taking babysteps.

Focusing on the small things I can do each day rather then the ones I can't.

And I have to say, it feels darn good.

xx

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Birthdays.

I can't believe it's been four years.

I can remember so many stupid details from that day.

Folding and refolding bunny rugs cuz they just wouldn't sit right.

Ignoring the tightening in my tummy, thinking it was yet another false alarm.

I remember Mike telling his mum he thinks I'm in labour and me denying it outright.

The concern on his face as the pain got worse. 

I remember having a giggle fit inbetween contractions while Mike ran around like a headless chicken trying to find my toothbrush.

My Dad calling for a chat and me trying to pretend it wasn't happening cuz I didn't want to talk baby stuff with him.

Dad: So what are you doing tonight.

Me: Umm, (breath through the pain Amie) , think we are heading to the hospital soon.

Dad: Oh, is everything ok?

Me: (gripping kitchen counter) Yeh

Dad: Are you going to have a baby tonight?

Me: I think so. Gotta go. Bye.

After that things get a bit fuzzy.

The memories are like flashes, moments saved in my mind.

Mike: Breath honey

Me: I AM OK. SHUT UP!

I remember being afraid of having my waters broken because someone had told me the pain got worse after that. 

They broke on their own about 10minutes later.

It was sweet relief for a whole microsecond.

Noah was born half hour after my waters broke. (It's worth noting here that with the next two babies I insisted they break them for me)

He was perfect.

Love and life and pureity all wrapped up in a tiny cuddle bundle.

I was in love.

He is perfect.

I can't believe it's been four years.

Your a big brother now, but you'll always be my baby.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOAH!