Sunday, April 9, 2017

This Is (Hilariously, Unapologetic-ally, Unfiltered) Us.

We were ready for Sunday service today with minutes to spare. It was the first Sunday in months that I attended Mass with the rest of my family. I have this thing about going to church and hating when I can't actually hear the homily, taking nothing away from the service but a barrage of thoughts about how my kids can't sit still, why can't more Catholic churches have adequate children's and family rooms and what kinds of tranquilizers must those other parents pour into their kids' Cheerios to get them to behave so well? (They probably don't even feed them Cheerios, they probably get a hot homemade breakfast 5 out of 7 days of the week). But that's neither here nor there.  

In between peeling Collins off of the kneeler and trying to keep Mac from incessantly whacking the gentleman in front of us in the back of his head with palm fronds (because, hello, Palm Sunday) I also thought a lot about myself, this new season of raising big-ish kids and how my life looks so incredibly different than it did just 18 months ago. 


Life is busy but it's the good kind of busy. Our days are filled with breakfast dates, school pick-ups, play groups, going to the gym and spending as much time out in the fresh air and sunshine as we can. Our winter wasn't even particularly harsh this year but now that the weather is more warm lately than it is cold, the sunshine pulls us outside for most of remaining afternoons and evenings after school pick-ups. It's truly glorious and makes me wonder why we live anywhere where the temperature dips below sixty-degrees for months on end.   

Sundays are no longer days of rest for us. There's church to attend, copious amounts of laundry to finish folding and putting up (which is what I usually do when the boys are at Mass in between catching up on my latest Netflix binge) and as of late, lacrosse practice and t-ball games to get to. Selfishly I thought we'd have another year before we gave up our weekends in favor of sports schedules but it's way too much fun sitting on the sidelines, cheering on our boys and watching them come into their gangly arms, knobby knees and feet two sizes too big for their bodies.


I can't believe I have these big-ish kids. It's as if I blinked and suddenly their nearing 7, 5 and 3 and I mean it in every cliche sense of the word. Collins, especially. Three. In less than two weeks- I just. can't. believe. it. 

But it's so much fun. It's confusing and overwhelming and I have no idea why age 6.5 is synonymous with Minecraft, eye rolls and big huge emotional sighing but man, if we don't laugh and have so much fun, every single day. 

We totally drive each other absolutely insane, every single day too. We fight and I yell and my husband yells back and at least one of the boys slams a door or two.  I have moments each day when selling my children to the circus sounds like a novel idea and thank God I have an enormous brand new pantry to hide in. 




Speaking of, I've been a terrible sharer in regards to the new house. Dare I say the novelty has nearly worn off and the walls are filled with hand prints and smudges and sometimes it feels like we've lived here far longer than the short four-ish months we've been here but I guess that's a good thing. We all feel really at home here and it's coming along. After sharing a little bit about the boys' closets on Instastories over the weekend, I got a bunch (okay, like maybe just nine) messages asking me how I manage to stay so organized which made me laugh because I'm not really that organized. It's just that we really have a lot of space here in the new house and when you get to start from scratch, it really helps keep the inner-Hoarder tendencies in check. If you really want to see/hear a bit more about organization in the new place, maybe one day I'll get to writing about it. 

When I sat down to write this post, in my head it was going to go in a much different direction than it did. I was going to show off this really adorable t-shirt that I got from Shop Tailgate and share a whole bullet-ed list of things that define us as a family but as I started writing it, it was really more about  me and no one wants to read a whole list about how i'll never make you "like to know it," how I'll never hire a photographer to follow me and the boys around for some perfectly styled blog photos or how it's probably time we invest in medical grade adhesive stock because my husband spent last night in urgent care with Carter when he tried to catch something with his face that one of his friends threw at him.

I mean, who cares, am I right?




But the truth is, This Is Us. Like, really really us. Ten pounds heavier than I'd like to be with two day old hair, a manicure that I literally stripped off in the garage right before these photos were taken (begrudgingly by my husband, no less) because it was so chipped and looked that bad. An almost-three-year-old in the same saggy diaper he was changed into at 7:30am, a middle little covered in dirt and our oldest sporting a neon band-aid ON HIS FACE the week before Easter. 

I have to laugh though. Last year Mac had a black eye for Easter, my hair was fifty shades of brassy and no one under five feet tall would tuck their godforsaken collared shirt in. And this year, why would it be any different? Why? We will never be one of those epic-ly styled picture-frame-perfect families- at least not for the next three to six years- but this is us and I love every minute of this confusing, loud, overwhelming, wonderful, crazy, testosterone-filled life. 

But seriously- if you have a minute check out Shop Tailgate. It's an online boutique filled with some really, really adorable stuff like this pineapple tee, this adorable boho tassel clutch, and this fantastic "who runs this mother" tee. I wear my "This Is Us" tee way more than I'll admit to and it's one of my favorite comfy t-shirts for throwing on and running all over town in. 





Heck yeah I received this t-shirt for free but no additional compensation was given and Channa, the owner of Shop Tailgate, didn't even ask me to write an entire post about this shirt. It's just that cool that I wanted to share it with the Internets. 

  


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