unrealized expectations

flashback 10+ years…my husband and I are going through premarital counseling and our pastor askes us “what do you EXPECT from each other…from your marriage…for your future”. At that point we really didn’t expect much…we were on the same page and ready to start enjoying marital bliss. I expected him to wake up in the morning…to come home after work…basic.

after being married for 5 years i got pregnant and it was wonderful…better than I could have imagined. Minimal weight gain, no nausea, labor was ideal…a couple minutes of pain, a quick epidural, a small nap, and 1/2 an hour of pushing. Then pop there he was my…

wonderful precious first son…

he was born hungry and pretty much looked like all those birthing videos where right after the baby is born he wiggles up the mother, latches on and nurses perfectly. Unfortunately he pretty much wanted to remain that way for the next 6 months and so began my life of unrealized expectations.

The idea finally come to me that I needed to start a blog 4 years and 1 more child later when I FINALLY realized that I really expected a lot out of my 4 and 2 year olds, out of my parents, my husband, my co-workers, etc.

I thought maybe if I start writing what I expect out of life and process all the outcomes I wouldn’t be so [dissappointed-frustrated-overwhelmed] when I don’t get my way(yes I am an only child)

I must stay I have a couple friends who make blogging look SUPER easy. I live vicariously through one and constantly send her ideas of what I think she should do to make “us” happy. The other is by far one of the calmest mothers I know and I was so excited to find out she was writing a blog because I hoped to get insight on how to capture a little of that serenity for my own home. The last is my SUPERMOM friend whom I think my son would gladly move in with because he has already promised to marry her daughter and she is pretty much the funnest mom I know.

So here it goes welcome to my blog…I hope to post expectations I have and things I want to accomplish…hoping to find some balance in this crazy thing called parenthood.

The grass is always greener on the other side…or is it…The grass is always greener over the septic tank?