What clean laundry?

11 loads of laundry cleaned and ready to be put away + 2 toddlers = what clean laundry?

Its such a wonderful feeling to know you have FINALLY caught up on your chores and get 5 seconds to put your feet up. Sitting down on the couch chatting with friends on facebook and OOPS there goes the first basket. SIGH. 2 seconds later, over goes the second basket. Now there is a nice leaf pile, aka laundry pile, perfect for jumping in. Up on the rocking chair goes two little boys and down onto the nice, clean, folded laundry. YAY! oh wait, its not quite big enough so why not add the other 2 baskets as well? Mommy won't mind, will she? not at all cause she's just doing some homework.

After 1,000 rounds of jumping off the chair into the clothes and they start getting bored. Next on the agenda? climb up the stairs and throw toys down. Chew and tear every piece of paper in sight (including bills). Tell mommy NO and hit the other brother 50 times.

An hour later it has been decided mommy can't take any more and its bath and bed time:D oh wait did I say an hour? I meant only 5 minutes. After all this it seemed to be an hour in mommy time. oops

reflections...

The past 6 months have been a time of change and reflection. On May 4th the boys joined the ranks of split holidays and double birthday parties. They then went on to go from staying at home with mommy 24/7 to having to go to day care half days so mommy can go to school and try to support us all. I have to admit its been tough but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Today marks the 4 year anniversary of when Jimmy and I met but it also now marks the day we filed our divorce papers. No time for tears, only a time to stop and think about where this has brought us. No regrets, because how can you not think about what we have gained? Two beautiful boys who are my whole world. So for now its daddy's every other weekend, but the rest of the time is full of kisses and hugs for mommy.

We have come a long way in 6 months. Mommy's monsters have grow up to little men. James is learning manners, knows most of his ABC's, numbers, and colors and is my sensitive boy; Christopher gives you hugs and kisses right before smacking you on the head with a variety of objects or racing up the stairs faster than I can catch him. Both boys have gotten used to their schools and no longer cry every time I leave them, of course that doesn't mean they don't want to spend every other waking (and non-waking) moment with me. They know that every other weekend they go to Daddy's and let me know they miss him in their own little ways.

As for my experience as a single mom? one word. HARD. But at the same time equally rewarding. There is nothing better than knowing I'm making my way through college just to get on my own two feet and not have to depend on family or the government. We have a roof over our heads, a car that runs, bills are paid, and food is on the table. What more can you ask for?