“Not your Average Butter Rice” is absolutely amazing. Anyone who knows me will agree that rice is my go to dinner source. It’s easy, it’s good and it is filling! Plus, it is completely cheap when you are feeding a large family of hungry animals. By animals I mean children.
Feel free to check out my Dinnertime Horror post for a look into my crazy world of picky eaters.
I have really upped my rice game. I am such a rice fanatic. Butter Rice, Fried Rice, Sticky Rice, you name it I cook it. One recipe I always get asked for is my Butter Rice recipe. This is not your average butter rice. It is a million times better than anything I’ve ever tried. Test it out and let me know what you think! Caution this is not for you if you don’t like good food! ha ha!
Not your Average Butter Rice
5tbsp of butter (real legit butter)
2 cups of extra long grain rice
3 1/2 cups water
Dash of onion salt.
Salt and Pepper to taste
*I use 1 chicken bouillon cube to 3 1/2 cups of water. Let the cube dissolve*
Melt butter in a pan over medium heat. Add rice and sprinkle around onion salt. Saute for a few minutes (don’t let it turn brown). Add water / chicken bouillon. Stir and cover. Cook for about 15min -20min. Turn off the burner and let sit for 5 minutes. Salt and Pepper to taste, Fluff rice and serve.
It is that simple. If you want to spice it up a bit, I always add dried cilantro leaves. I am telling you, you will NEVER go back to boring butter rice again. Best recipe ever!
First of all, here’s the deal. I was only in 4th grade when I started my period. FOURTH GRADE! I was a baby and didn’t know it was about to happen so soon. Since growing up with a mom and two sisters, I knew what a pad was. A pad was those weird looking things that were like pillows for your vagina. I never felt the need to ask my mom what a pad was but she informed me that they certainly weren’t pillows.
My whole life we have openly talked about it and it seems like vagina was a word frequently used at the dinner table. (sorry mom. Don’t hate me for posting that) It wasn’t a dirty little secret you were “hush-hush“ about. Therefore, when someone was on the rag, we ALL knew and made fun of them. “your Aunt flow is here to visit, that must be why your acting like a HUGE B***H”. I am so glad my family was open about it. I wasn’t scared or nervous at all because I knew what was going on. Due to the fact my uterus wanted a baby, I knew why it was being an angry bastard with this period crap.
The day I started my period was a bright and sunny day. I was old for my age. I already had boobs. (It was so traumatizing because kids are assholes. Hence, I would wear double sports bras and still tape my boobs down because of embarrassment during elementary school) I was wearing a purple shirt and white thin Gap shorts. For some people, their periods aren’t even noticeable when they first start. Normally, it is just a little bit when you wiped but that wasn’t my case. I literally bled through my thin white Gap shorts and had to change my clothes in the nurse’s office. SOOO EMBARRASSING! The nurse wasn’t helpful at all and was just confused as to what I, a fourth grader, was asking for. Word traveled fast and my class was saying “Chelsee’s privates are bleeding”. Immature children right? Doesn’t this sound like a horror story? I’m scarred for life. At that moment, I felt ashamed to be a girl.I instantly wished I could get a sex change. Plus, peeing standing up didn’t seem like a bad gig.
Needless to say, I finished the day at school with my head held high, my boobs taped down and my middle finger being put to good use! I hurried home to bury my head in my mom’s arms and cry. Karen (my mom) wiped my tears and we celebrated. She took me to dinner and my sister made me a blood red cake. we ate that red fun fetti cake with pride. Happy Period Day! (now Karen says Happy Period Day for other reasons. aka Chelsee isn’t pregnant again! She’s so funny. ha)
After that traumatic experience, I vowed I would never let my daughter go through that. I promised myself, to make sure she knows what’s going to happen. The key is to be prepared. I wanted her to know everything there was about Aunt Flow, most of all, not be ashamed and to embrace this natural thing that all of us strong women get to deal it!
What I told my Daughter:
Women are blessed with this monthly “gift”. We get to bleed each month from our uterus in hopes to one day carry a baby in there. I noticed her face kind of freaked out so I did what I do best and made a joke to lighten the mood. “Your uterus will bleed and create wars in your tummy because it’s angry and wants a baby in there.” She laughed and asked some awesome questions that I did my best to answer.
Another thing I told her is that a period is a natural thing for all women. I went through each woman in her life who she looks up to and said how they get periods also so it isn’t scary. I also explained how she will feel some mild discomfort for a little bit due to cramps. If she starts to feel that quickly go to the nurse and ask for some Tylenol. If they hurt really bad call me. I will pick you up!
“Chocolate and periods go together. There is no better medicine than chocolate. It cures all the shit your uterus will put you through! – momminwithhumor.com”
I put together a period bag filled with a couple pads, baby wipes, an extra pair of panties and some candy. She thought is was hilarious and quickly ate the candy out of the bag. I told her to keep the bag in her backpack. Let’s just say she quickly ditched the bag out of her backpack. She’ll learn, Momma knows best!
Most of all, I couldn’t express enough on how she needs to tell me (her mom) the moment she started so we can throw a period celebration. I will keep the blood red cake tradition in my home! Every single one of my daughters will get one. It truly is a must! Embrace your womanhood!
In conclusion, educate your daughters and prepare them. Don’t be one of those moms who doesn’t explain things thoroughly to where they go somewhere else to get answers. That is never a good thing and you will be missing out on a bonding experience. Be open and be there for your daughter!
Many mornings I wake up instantly angry. I don’t know if it is the lack of sleep I get each night with a baby and 4 year old or if I have terrible dreams that affect my mornings. ( Be sure to check out my latest blog POST. It helps burnt out mothers. ) Sometimes I dream my husband cheats on me or something crazy and I wake up so pissed off at him. He laughs at me and I get so mad. He should be able to control what he does in my dream right!? I mean, come on, you should be able to control your stupid choices “in my dreams” that cause me to wake up and want to throat punch you 10 times. (haha)
I dream every night and I know I have them but when I wake up I can hardly remember what they were. Of course, unless my husband cheats on me in my dream. I always seem to remember that and can still remember what nights I dreamt that. Paranoid a little? Which is funny because my husband isn’t like that at all.
When I wake up to the blissful sounds of bickering children I instantly have this saying that pops into my head. “Today I Choose Joy”. That little 4-worded saying has a lot of impact on me. I can choose to be angry and pissed off at the world or I can choose joy and be the happy mom that my kids need and want. Those 4 little words can change anyone’s mood in a heartbeat.
My wonderful husband always reminds me of this too. One day I woke up just angry. As angry as a raging bull. I don’t know why but this crazy bitch woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My 3-year-old got into my make up one morning. She destroyed my wonderful and beautiful MAC makeup foundation that I had just purchased and paid for with one of my ovaries. I was instantly angry. My blood was boiling and momma was losing her shit. I heard this loud obnoxious man voice in the background say “CHOOSE JOY” needless to say my daughter is still alive and well. She didn’t get the wrath of mommy but I did have a long talk with her on how we only touch daddies stuff. Not mommies!
My oldest daughter and I love to write poems together. We come up with some crafty funny shit. That’s one of our favorite things to do. We rhyme and say whatever comes to our minds and it will usually end with us laughing our butts off! Here is one we made together about Choosing Joy.
Today I choose Joy
Today choose Joy,
And every day at that.
You have to work for it,
You can’t pull it out of a hat.
If You wake up and You’re moody,
Sing out loud and shake your booty.
Look in the mirror for the light in your eyes,
It’s there and shouldn’t be a big surprise.
When you’re feeling down and blue
Ask your friends and family to help you.
Seeing all their kindness and unconditional love,
Will give your happiness a quick little shove.
Being happy and joyous
Truly won’t destroy us.
It’s really the best way of life.
Try hard to let go of unwanted strife.
Tell the day to bring it on,
Come what may and just be strong.
Say in your head, every girl and every boy,
Today, is the day…that…YOU choose joy!
This poem is a great reminder that Happiness is a choice. Each day I have to choose to be happy. Sometimes it’s super hard and my self-pity gets the best of me. I could go on and on about things that have happened or the wrong doings of others or the “Wo” is me bull shit but it is useless to think that way. You can’t change the past. You can only live in the now and create a better future. You have to discard those negative thoughts or toxic people in your life. Choose you, Choose Joy! (mic drop)
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After a long day of parenting and adulting, I am most definitely looking at the clock hoping that 8pm bedtime rolls around quickly!
First of all, I found this chart from Baby Center that shows the age of your kid and what time they should go to bed. I don’t know about you but I have 5 kids. FIVE, so getting them all to bed a different time is an effin’ Joke! Thanks, Baby Center, but seems like the person running that site doesn’t have multiple children. If I put my son and daughter down at 7pm and my oldest daughter can stay up until 8:15 they would be PISSED! And, not the pissed off funny way. The pissed off, I’m going to bang my head against the wall and cry that entire hour way!
In my house bedtime is a process. It is a downright, dirty process. I always have to yell and I always end up feeling bad. One of my friends sent me this book calledGo The F**k to Sleep and it’s hilarious! I wish I could read that as a bedtime story. It’s the perfect gift to give if you want the loudest laughs at the baby shower. Trust me! It’s my fave!
After my kids eat dinner I start the bedtime process. They take showers, brush teeth and I’ll turn on one show. After each step, I always repeat “It’s almost time for bedtime” I get the never ending NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. The best line comes during the summer when they say “It’s still light outside.” When all pre-bedtime things are finished I turn off the tv and get down to business.
Step 1: “Alright kids its time for bed”. They get this burst of crazy energy that wakes them up. They start running around like crazy dogs who just got let off their leash for the first time. I nicely say “Lets go to bed!”
Step 2: I literally have to pick them up and throw them in their bed. Then I get the sob stories on how I didn’t take them to do this or we didn’t do that. Now the water works start. By this point I am already so effin’ tired I feel my blood start to boil in my body as I repeat over and over “GO TO BED”
Step 3: After I have put them all in their beds. My son and daughter who share a room start to annoy each other. She will climb up the bunk bed ladder and steal his stuff. He likes to spit on her EVERY.SINGLE.NIGHT. Once he does that, she’ll scream at the top of her lungs and her crying gets super intense. They also like to get out of their beds and play. My daughter will run up and down the halls thinking I don’t see or hear her. I always have to repeat ‘GO TO BED”
Step 4: This is when everyone suddenly has to go to the bathroom. They have this burst of bodily fluids that comes out of nowhere. Sometimes they claim they have to poop but I swear they just go in there and sit just to avoid bedtime.
Step 5: By this point, it’s 8:45 and I’m DONE! After the bathroom, everyone will need a drink and will literally cry until they get it. (any moms angry yet by reading this? I am angry just typing it) By this point, I am yelling and losing my shit left and right. I yell at them to quickly get a drink, once that’s done, I will do the final ‘GO THE F**K TO SLEEP!” (of course I don’t say the actual F word but I’m totally thinking it!) Once I hit that point everyone knows mommy is not to be messed with. They cry and cry until they finally pass out. Once that happens I lay sprawled out on the couch feeling exhausted.
Bedtime is done It’s time to do you!
Finally, when bedtime is over. Down that Pepsi or glass of wine because you deserve it and give yourself a pat on the back. Be sure to read Tips to Skyrocket your Mom Juice to get some you time in. Kids are work and they are exhausting. Always taking but of course we don’t mind because they are our sweet children. Here are some fun tips I have started doing to help bedtime move along a little faster.
Have your kids be active. I am always taking my kids to do things and wearing them out. From jumping around at the mall to swimming all day. I work my hardest to get them tired enough that bedtime will go smooth.
Don’t surprise them with bedtime. Make sure to always remind them of the time. My kids do way better knowing that bedtime is approaching rather than me just saying “bedtime now”
Stick to your guns. I have a hard time with this one. What can I say? My kids know how to work this crazy bitch! I am learning to stick to what I say. If you do that, you won’t have tons of bedtime battles.
Therefore, Good luck moms! This bedtime crap is seriously the pits. Those damn kids and their cuteness just know how to work us over.
Ya, that’s right, I said Mom Juice! Do you ever feel like you’re in a funk? OR that your kids live with the wicked bitch of the street? I know I have this feeling daily. Sometimes I literally feel bad for my kids and when I start to feel that way, I NEED to get in some mommy time to pump up my mom juice.
I can’t tell you how many times I wake up to the loud shrill of MMMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMM! I rush in because you would think my house was burning up in flames of fire. No, not burning, just a damn kid needing some cereal! I still don’t understand how one cannot make cereal. It is literally a five step process. Bowl, spoon, cereal, milk and eat. I guess it’s always better when mom makes it. When I start the day with that I am usually on edge. Having a little baby who still loves the 3am feeding wears me out. I am exhausted all the time and quite frankly, I am a raging bitch when I get no sleep!
Dealing with the load of kids I have (who are currently screaming and fighting as I write this. Mommy is going to lose her shit right now) I have to ensure that I get a break. Every mom needs one, especially if you hear “You’ve got your Hands Full” daily. If you say you don’t need one you’re a joke and nobody likes those types of moms! A glorious break from the massive amounts of screaming, fighting, crying and farting! Whether it’s is for an hour or four, get your ass out and have some YOU time.
5 Tips on How to Skyrocket your Mom Juice:
Go see a movie. I love this one. You bet your ass I will go to the movies by myself if I need to get away! I don’t have to take any kids or fight with my husband on what movie we should see. I pick it, I get my own drink, and I eat my own tub (don’t judge) of popcorn.
Get your nails done. This doesn’t have to be pricey. You can go in and ask them to change the color and it’s barely even $10. I always love to watch the Nail Salon video first. I crack up and highly recommend you watching it!
Go to the dog park. If you have a dog I suggest going to the dog park. I love to take my dog, Huck. He runs around like he’s insane, jumps and humps other dogs. It’s really just a blast. I even made a few doggy parent friends.
Go get a soda. This has been my go to lately. I will run and grab a soda whenever I can. Plus it gives me that extra kick to finish out my day. I am a Sonic-addict. I will Abso.Freakin.lutely own it!!
Hide in the bathroom. When worse comes to worse, and you don’t have a babysitter. Hide in the bathroom and chug that wine or Pepsi! No one is judging. I do it all the time. I call them Bathroom time-outs. My kids will be running around looking for me and calling mom at the top of their lungs. I laugh because they walk in the bathroom a million times and still can’t find me. I am laying in the bathtub with the curtain closed. Good thing they are afraid of things popping out because they won’t touch that shit with a ten-foot pole!
In conclusion, you need to take care of you. Being a mom is first and foremost the most important job you can have. Do you really want to do it grouchy all the time? Take a few minutes for yourself and skyrocket your Mom Juice!!
I’m telling Mom!!! First of all, do you hear those words on a daily basis?
I don’t know how many times my wonderful children have been playing in their rooms and everything is going great. Mommy had about 8 minutes of quiet time (EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES). A little meditation time to do some Yoga (who am I kidding, I don’t do yoga). It is more like a nice quiet time to get nose deep in my awesome book The Cellaror maybe watch my favorite show, Gray’s Anatomy. Just as I am about to reach an intense part of the chapter or get to a really awesome surgery on Gray’s anatomy, I hear it, the always dreaded, never welcomed shrill of “I’M TELLING MOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!” I may have of exaggerated with the “M’s” and exclamation points a little bit, but not by much.
I instantly perk up and run to my closet where I can be hidden by my mound of laundry. (I bet you guys think I am a slob). My house is totally clean. MyLaundry, however; is OUT of control. I quickly squeeze my fat ass into my little tiny, totally not walk in closet and duck my head for cover. Half of the time those crazy kids run around like little ants on a mission, screaming “MOM, MOMMY, MAMA” over and over again until they finally find me. Once found, I have to woman up and “adult”. I have to manage the situation and prepare them for the verdict which could go either way. It’s never a fun process. I cannot tell you how many times one of my kids run into my room to tattle, with the other kid right behind them screaming their side of the story. It’s a headache that I can’t get away from. Why children didn’t come with warning labels. I will never understand.
“WARNING: THIS CHILD CONTAINS EXCESSIVE GAS, SMELLS FEAR AND WILL DRIVE YOU BATSHIT CRAZY”
I guess if children did come with warning labels no one would have them!
My kids are smart crafty little bastards, they know how to work it. They know how to tell me what I want to hear, and tell me just enough to get the other child in trouble. Of course they never express their evil doings in the situation. It isn’t until I hear the whole story, they will finally fess up.
Today, as they were doing their chore of scooping up dog poop, I hear a scream, then a loud slap and (never welcomed) “IM TELLING MOMMMM !!” My son runs into the house to tell how his sister pushed his foot into dog poop. Horrible right? I mean what kind of sister pushes her brother in dog poop? I am super upset by this because the little turd himself came running inside on my perfectly swept floors with his poopy shoe still on his foot. I get up quickly and walk outside. Before I even reach the door, my daughter starts yelling her side of the story. As I hear it through, I begin to think I’m raising circus clowns rather than actual children. Turns out my son pushed my daughter first, as she chased him, his own foot stepped into the dog poop. He then proceeded to slap her arm before running in the house to tell me what happened.
As you hear that story what comes to your mind? I bet it is “THAT KID IS CRAZY”, if so, you are correct! He is hilarious and crazy all at the same time. He is our wild child. Every family has one. If you can’t figure out who it is in your family, it’s probably you!
As a result of that story, I have done some research on how to nip tattling in the bud. I will absolutely be trying these tips from the BabyCenter over the next couples weeks and will report back to my wonderful readers.
How to Nip Tattle Telling in the Bud:
Check out the situation: Make sure no one is in real danger and everything is ok
Don’t make the payoff: I really liked this one. If no one is in danger and it’s just your little child tattling don’t punish the other kid. That would just reward the tattle teller
Raise the cost of tattling: This is brilliant! Raise the cost by adding extra chores or if money motivates your kids like it does mine, make them pay you a $1.00 every time they tattle. I know for a fact that would end my kid’s tattling issues.
In conclusion, teach kids what kind of tattling is ok and what kind is not ok. I will have a family lesson on this with my kids. Something absolutely needs to be done and needs to be done quickly before I check myself into an insane asylum!
The other day I went to the grocery store with all 5 of my kids. I don’t do this often because the moment we enter those automatic doors my children think that’s their cue to start acting like little crazy assholes kids. It is impossible for me to take all 5 kids there and not have them act up. I don’t know why they think it’s a green light to go ahead and do cartwheels down aisle 4 but for some reason they do. All I can think to myself is bring on the “You’ve got your hands full” comments.
People pass us and it’s always funny to see their reactions. I get a lot of dirty looks, some glazed over looks and once in a while, I will get a sweet smile or chuckle. When I make eye contact with the judgey prospector I will get the always dreaded comment, “You’ve got your hands full”. This saying didn’t always bother me but after years of hearing this, I am finally at my end of friendly behavior. I used to apologize or correct my child’s behavior but now it’s a whole different story. When you tell me I have my hands full I will absolutely NOT correct my children and I will probably say a sly comment that puts you back in your place. Some of my favorite sayings are “yes, I do thank you for reminding me” or “Do I? I didn’t notice”(with an “eff off look” all over my face). My favorite is “can you believe I’m having number 6 in a few short months” (I do a fake loud laugh as I touch my non-pregnant fluffy belly). I have recently started saying “Ya I know I have a lot of kids, you should see my laundry room!”
It’s mostly dear sweet elderly people saying “You’ve got your hands full” Most times they will turn to their spouse or whoever they’re with and whisper something quietly about my obnoxious children. I normally can’t hear because I’m being pulled and gnawed on like a piece of meat in a lions den. It’s pretty much a huge bat shit crazy show to watch. Once, my son decided to pee in the cereal aisle. I have no idea why he decided to do that but I’m guessing the 3 years old just had to go, but I certainly could have used the help instead of the comments. I won’t lie, I did laugh a little when I heard “clean up on aisle 6” over the intercom. My most embarrassing moments are when my kids decide to pick up mommies special ‘bathroom tools’ (tampons) and laugh hysterically at them, I will never understand why or how a tampon can be so funny. Trust me when I tell you, we are a freaking train wreck that you can’t look away from.
I asked some awesome parents on my Instagram and facebookfor some advice on what to say. If you are ever in this situation here is some hilarious, yet, good comebacks you can use…
Kathie O’Leary : You’re so observant, are you offering sitting services or just being a Captain Obvious?
Bethany Bauer : Yep, and a full heart Or if I’m in a bad mood….Only if you can’t handle it
atippets : I get this every single time I leave the house. With 4 boys and twins, we are quite the circus. I sure do like the comments of encouragement and praise over the typical “you’ve got your hands full” or “better you than me” comments.
correamommy : Wouldn’t have it any other way! You may say I have my hands full, but I say I am blessed!!
tamseyb : “Yup, great entertainment for the bored staring type.” Said this one today at a real peach of a lady.
sometimesstefanie : I just realized I say this EVERY time – “yep, it’s quite the party over here!” But really I wish I would say something like “yep, lots of penises to deal with.” Usually, when you talk about the genital area to a stranger, it shuts them up real quick cause they don’t know how to respond
Here are a few tips I can give you:
Don’t bring your kids to the grocery store! If you can leave those crazies behind, DO IT!! Take a little hour vacation to the store alone. Hit up that favorite drink stop first and then go shopping. I know I will never take a trip to the store alone for granted. Or even a trip to the bathroom alone would be the best gift ever!
Don’t mind the people staring! Let them stare. Kids will be kids and the people who are judging are the ones who A. Don’t have kids or B. Forgot what it’s like. This is the season of life you’re in. Live it up. Let your kids go crazy in the grocery store. They are only kids once in a lifetime. As a kid, I loved to ride around on the carts like crazy while my mom would grocery shop. She let me do it and claimed me with pride.
Keep your Head up and walk away with pride! I remember one time my niece was screaming at the top of her lungs in a store. I can’t remember why but she was screaming as loud as she can. My sister picked her up and walked out of the store. It wasn’t until after she got home the cops showed up and questioned her about a possible child abduction. As my sister was carrying her screaming daughter out of the store someone called the cops and reported her stealing a child and the child was screaming .. (Hahaha) I laughed out loud for a good 20 minutes and still laugh to this day. Clearly, the cops realized what happened and quickly dismissed that report. Kids are unpredictable at times so when they get crazy. Keep your head up and walk with pride. Every mom in that store knows exactly what you’re going through. We got your back!
Anytime I am at the store and see a mom with wild children, I will NEVER judge because I know how that mom feels. We should all start offering a helping hand rather than a rude, sly comment. By telling me I have my hands full, makes me feel as if I can’t contain my children. That is farthest from the truth. I can contain those monsters, I am just picking my battles AND the grocery store ISN’T one of them!
Summer is always hard . All kids are home from school and here in Arizona, it’s HOT as HELL so going outside to play isn’t an option. Thankfully, I have thrown together a list of fun summer activities for kids that they will love.
I know that my house is alway chaotic especially during the summer. My grocery bill goes up along with my inpatient craziness. Since school has been out, I have literally ref’d countles fights and arguments between my children, cleaned up 10 million messes, mopped WAY too many times from spilled cereal and pop. I can honestly say I am exhausted and its only been 2 weeks.
A lot of moms ask me “How do you do it with 5 kids and still stay sane?” Well number 1: I am so not sane, more like insane. Number 2: when we are stuck in the house all day that’s when we (kids and myself) get stressed out and grouchy. I have made myself a goal to do something fun and productive each day with my kids. So far, so good. They seem to be loving summer so that means I am doing something right. Maybe, I should teach them how to fold laundry. Check out Confessions of a Dirty Ass Laundry Room for some hilarious real life mom moments.
Here is a list of Summer Activities for Kids:
SWIMMING: This has been my saving grace so far! I can’t tell you how many hours we have spent at our neighborhood jr high pool. I swear every day at 1pm we are down there getting our swim in. It tires out my kids. After swimming they are chill and happy. It’s like they jump into holy water and come out as brand new children. Plus, I can’t complain much about the quick and easy bedtime process afterward. They fall asleep quick and they sleep like rocks. No one can wake them. It truly has my saving grace. I also purchased my local summer pool pass so I save money in the end, plus I get a rockin’ tan!
LAKE: Here in Arizona (where I live) we have an awesome beach like lake called Butcher Jones Beach. It is a quick fun retreat we can go to that makes it feel we are in a different state. My kids love it. We have rented paddle boards to play on in the water. It is something you MUST do with your kids. So fun and great exercise for me! My kids loved being able to stand up and paddle on the “surfboard” Also take some hotdogs and soda. All lakes will have some sort of grill you can cook some easy things on. It’s a fun day for barely any cost!
CAMPING: This is a summertime tradition with my family. When my sons birthday comes around he doesn’t want a party, He wants to go camping! There is something about sleeping under the stars with the crisp mountain air that really gets my kids excited. We try and camp a lot during the summers. It’s the perfect weekend getaway that isn’t too expensive. I want my kids to be able and enjoy what nature has to offer. The world is such a beautiful place and way better than any hotel you can stay at!
HIKING: Only the last year have I really tried and hiked with my kids. I thought that they would be too small and would complain the whole time. The first hike we did was awesome with a great view at the end. It was hard work hiking up to the top and my kids were tired but they will agree with me, well worth it. In Arizona hiking in the summer is not recommended because you will sweat your ass off but if you had to, wake up early and beat the heat!
ZOO: We are obsessed with the zoo. We go and love to see all the different animals and how they interact with each other. One time while traveling in Colorado, we visited the zoo in Denver. A group of animals started “fighting” and making funny noises. My kids asked what was going on and why that animal was getting on top of the other animal. I said “They are fighting over what they wanted to eat for dinner” It was hilarious. My kids always seem to bring up that story. I wonder when they will figure out that they weren’t really fighting…?
DRIVE-IN MOVIES: This is hands down one of our favorite things to do. We go see new releases for less than $20.00 for my entire family. I bring the couch cushions, blankets, pillows, pop my own popcorn, fill water bottles with Kool-Aid (yes, I am a cheap A) and we have a grand time. When we pull up I always lay all my seats down in my van and make a big bed. My kids crawl in there, get cozy and let the big screen take them to a whole new level of imagination. The last time I went my son did have a meltdown of the century. He got his kindle fire taken away for a good 6 months. Apparently, I wasn’t following my own advice from my latest post of Stop the Meltdowns 101 because that kid was bat shit crazy running around screaming at the top of his lungs. Haha, I laugh now only because I’m glad that humiliating day is OVER and DONE!
GROUPON: Another favorite and saving grace for me this summer has been Groupon. I check that every day to see what kind of deals they have. Normally they have cool things I can take my kids to and not worry about breaking the bank. There is this cool indoor jungle gym that I have been dying to take my family too. The problem is it is SO EXPENSIVE it would have been about $65.00 total just to go there. I’m not going to spend that kind of money on something unless it was Disneyland. I checked out Groupon, low and behold it was on there for a fraction of the price. We had such a blast and thank you Groupon for being amazing and coming through when I need you!
Whenever I hear children talk to their parents in rude disrespectful tones out in public, I cringe inside. I call those behaviors in my home, Meltdowns. I cannot handle rude behavior or “meltdowns”. I am a little “Old school” where children SHOULD and WILL give adults respect.
I teach my kids to be respectful towards myself and especially towards other adults. Of course, when they are at home, they can’t be “on” all the time. We have our classic meltdowns, fights, and batshit crazy moments. We aren’t perfect but you better believe that I have the authority and (most times) control over the situations. Some people may think I am a little hard on my kids regarding their behavior but I don’t care. I am not raising assholes here! Do I beat my children senseless? absolutely not. I am not a believer in causing pain to teach lessons. I simply get really close, talk stern and widen my eyes until they pop out. Oh man, I wish I had a picture. My husband thinks I look ridiculous when my “stern mommy” face comes out to play.
A few tips on how to handle meltdowns:
Understand the situation and what’s going on
a lot of the time meltdowns are a result of kids not feeling in control of their lives or the situation. I know when one of my kids gives me an eye roll, or a rude backtalk, its because I am not fully understanding what is going on and I should probably put my damn phone down and listen to what they are truly saying.
I also like to give my kids choices. I like them to be able to choose what they want to do. When kids feel like they are in control and have a little say in their lives, they will respond better. My daughter is extremely particular about what jams she wear at night. (effin’ jams, I’m dealing with freaking PJ’S) instead of me yelling like crazy at her to hurry and pick some damn pajamas, I simply pick out two different “pretty” styles that she can choose from. That helps me with not losing my shit and helps her feel like she had a choice.
after a big meltdown goes down I always try my hardest to talk to my kids. Sometimes I have even gone as far as recording the meltdown scream fest, to later view it with that child. I never do it when there are other people around. I always do it one on one and especially when calm. It gives me a chance to talk to that child, let him or her know I love them but expect better behavior. I always ask how they felt after watching the video of their behavior. I try to also ask what they and myself could have done differently.
Consequence not “punishment”
I always come up with a consequence with my child. I will let them choose what consequence would be a better option. I know most parents would think that’s crazy. “Let your kid choose the consequence” but honestly, I think it helps them really understand what type of behavior is acceptable and take the consequence serious. One time my son (bless his heart) decided to throw a huge tantrum and run away from me at a Walgreens. (the story is hilarious) when things calmed down I sat and had a discussion with him on what things we could have done differently. I gave him two options for consequences. It was No kindle fire for a week or no playing with friends for a weekend. He picked no playing with friends for a weekend. Since he picked what type of consequence suited him best, When one of my in-laws came over to ask if he could play, he instantly said “No” and that he was grounded for the weekend.
Now my thought is, if I didn’t sit down a talk to him about what had happened, he wouldn’t have truly understood what he did and why he couldn’t play. I feel like that was a great teaching moment on what type of behavior is accepted and what type of behavior wasn’t.
Don’t feed the behavior
Now I have to admit, I am bad at this. Sometimes my kids get upset over some ridiculous things and I can’t help but make fun of them. It’s terrible but like I said before…. I’m only human and some days I can’t resist the temptation. When my kids go into that mode of crazy, I try my hardest to stay calm and remain in control because if I don’t stay calm and in control, I am contributing to the behavior and that can potentially make matters or meltdowns worse.
After all is said and done be sure to show love towards your children. Give them hugs, kisses, butterfly kisses or whatever to get them to giggle and feel the love from their parents.
There, you have a few tips I try to stop the meltdowns in your home. There is no job more important than parenting our crazy ass children. It’s our job to teach them and help them grow into wonderful beautiful people… Not Assholes!
Alright, I know what you’re thinking… “A load a day to keep a headache away” Ok, first off, I would like to publicly say, Nobody even said that shit until Pinterest came around. A load a day? Why would I do a load a day when I can do 20 loads the same day and fold for 6 hours twice a month? The truth is half the time my wonderful loving children throw their clean clothes in the dirty laundry. Yes, true story. I wish I would have saved my Mothers Day Snapchats ( by the way want real live entertainment? follow my Chels_bing snapchat. It’s ridiculous but entertaining. My language is like that of a sailor, you have been warned!)
It was the Saturday the day before mothers day. It started out as a bright and sunny day. I made the kids a nice breakfast, that, of course, they didn’t eat. We were laughing and having a wonderful time together. Until suddenly I do a bedroom check. To my dismay, I found trash, food, clothes and crap along the baseboards in their room. Instantly my blood starts boiling in my veins and I scream….. AHHHHHHHHHH WWWTTTTFFFFF….. because I had just cleaned every room in my house SPOTLESS to avoid any Mothers Day hiccups. I try and plan out Mothers Day so there won’t be any issues. I clean, set my kids’ clothes out to make sure they will be ready. I even go as far as buying my own Mothers Day cinnamon rolls for breakfast just in case my husband can’t cover the breakfast in bed scenario. (creepy right? I’m effin’ creepy.) So, as I look through their bedrooms, cussing every cuss word out loud. I look over to their mount Rushmore stack of clothes in their closet. As I walk up to get a better look, I notice all the 20 EFFIN’ loads of laundry I folded the day before and placed neatly next to their dressers for them to put away, were now wrinkled up and stuffed into the closets. I am not sure if this was a “Hey lets see how we can piss mommy off” ordeal, or if it was actually an honest mistake? Which if you think about it, isn’t actually a mistake at all. Those assholes are out to get me! I feel my forehead vein throbbing and my eyes pop out like Jalisa Thompson’s. I can’t even deal right now. I calmly walk away, and by calmly I mean like a beast throwing clothes left and right, screaming like I belong in a psych ward. I hate to admit this but my husband was trying to talk some sense into me and I’m pretty sure I kicked a hole into my wall. Don’t worry, it wasn’t my intention to kick my beautiful wall, I was aiming at him. What makes it worse is he laughs it off. LAUGHS with the words of “You’re crazy” I don’t know about you but when I hear those two words together I get even crazier. Hence, why there is a nice perfectly round hole in my wall from my ragged foot.
I decided after I made the hole on the wall, I better put up some coloring artwork the kids give me just in case company comes over. They would see the artwork and say “what a great mother displaying those sweet pictures in her house”. Little do they know it was clearly just to cover up my crazy!
After that intense combo, I quickly ran to my medicine cabinet and sniffed a little lavender oil to calm the hell down. I sniffed that crap until I was hallucinating lavender flowers growing out of the kitchen sink. Once back into my right state of mind, I quickly rushed into my kid’s rooms and apologized. They weren’t even phased at all. In fact, I actually got an apology from them. They realized how hard I worked to make the house clean and the clothes I had spent all day folding. We all joined in together to quickly get things refolded and put away. After we celebrated with a trip to target and their glorious never ending dollar section.
I sure love these kids of mine. I am not the best mom in this world, but to them, I am their world. I make mistakes because I am human and I try to learn from them. The good thing is I plan on winning the lottery so I can afford their therapy bill when they’re older. Now off to re-wash the clothes in my washer for the 7th time. I hope they’ll actually make the dryer this time around.
Do you suck at laundry? I hope this story makes you feel better about yourself. Every mom is a little bat shit crazy, some just hide it better than others!