Surely It’s Madness

Well guys, it happened for the very first time today. My kind, sweet, loving toddler got bullied. It wasn’t the type of bullying where a kid pushes someone or anything violent but he was bullied today. We went to the park two times today. Once mid-morning and then again in the afternoon. The first time we were there today was a blast for him. There were five kids there total. There was a boy probably about four  years old, a girl that was probably just a little younger than my boy, another baby boy, and my kids. My toddler got along so well with them! They were very well mannered and even took turns with him on the slide! Then, we went again this afternoon. At first everything was fine. There were a few kids there and even a dog. My boy was having so much fun! I tried my hardest not to be a helicopter parent and let him do his thing so I was sitting on the line where the grass met the bark not even 15 feet from where he was playing. All the kids were pretending that they were at

I’m sitting up in bed with chamomile tea wondering just how to put my thoughts together. This week especially has seemed incredibly long. I’ve cried more times than I care to admit. I’ve also gone to bed every single night praying that tomorrow will be better than today was. My oldest has been in the terrible two stage for over a year now. He has really good streaks where everything is perfect and then really horrible streaks where he turns in to a living breathing demon. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore my baby. He made me a mother and I wouldn’t ever trade him for anything.. But this week has felt like a terrorist attack. I know this phase is completely normal and doesn’t last forever (though I’ve been told it does last for a few years). Even knowing that, I still find myself feeling defeated. I had this perfect picture in my head while pregnant and in the “new mom phase” that my life would be perfect. That my child would never act like the other kids throwing tantrums. I

This one goes out to all the mamas (and daddies) who either have had or are currently going through the NICU journey with their baby. Words can’t express the NICU journey properly but I will do my best. Let’s start with how my NICU story began. Just one day shy of 10 months ago, I gave birth to my second baby boy. I was 27 weeks pregnant and literally dying. The pregnancy as a whole got really scary and complicated in my second trimester and just kept getting worse. I was on bedrest because the pregnancy was high risk. I couldn’t take more than five steps without getting so out of breath I would almost pass out. I was drinking obscene amounts of milk to combat what I thought and was told was heartburn. There were days where I couldn’t feel my little guy moving very much. I knew I was having contractions so I was in and out of labor and delivery all to get told that since I “wasn’t screaming in pain and I wasn’t dilating that I wasn’t in labor.”  On November 21st at about 8 pm, I n

Last week when I took my oldest child to his two year checkup, I was told that he needed speech therapy. This isn’t the only time I was told my boy would need therapy of some sort. When he was seven months old, his previous pediatrician told me that if he didn’t start sitting on his own within a month, he would need physical therapy. As a mom, my first thought was “I have once again failed my baby.” While talking to his pediatrician, she could see that thought written all over my face. What she then said to me was everything I needed in that moment. She said, “him needing therapy does not mean he is dumb or deaf. He has accelerated on so many other levels. Him needing speech therapy simply means that he didn’t take an interest in talking, but is now at an age where he will fall behind if he doesn’t start soon.” Of course, as she always does, she told me exactly what I needed to hear. She helped me see that I’m not failing as a mother. She taught me that some children just do thi

Let me just start by saying, I have missed writing these past few weeks so much! I very much got distracted and for that I’m so sorry! This post will be a little shorter but I feel it needs to be said! My whole house was sick for a week and then I scrambled playing catch up with everything! I’m back now though! It’s one thing when one person in the house gets sick. It’s a totally different ball game when everyone and I mean EVERYONE in the house gets sick. Not only was everyone sick but we each had different things. Sinus infections, ear infections, and even colds on steroids! I feel like when moms get sick it makes everything worse! When moms get sick, there’s still butts to be changed. There’s little ones to cuddle and play with. There are still meals to make and dishes to be done. Laundry still has to be taken care of.. but when you’re sick your list of priorities doesn’t include chores. Even though we were all sick I seriously am thanking God for my mother in law. The first

Mom shaming. Have you heard of it? Chances are if you are a mom you’ve definitely heard of it. In a super connected world with social media and such, mom shaming has become a major issue. Pretty much everyone has fallen victim to or been the holier than thou mother who feels her way is better than anyone else’s. But why do moms feel the need to shame other moms? We are all trying our very best at the same job! I was online the other day and I read a viral blog on Facebook about using the cry it out method. The moms in the comment thread were basically in a verbal blood bath with each other! One mom would say that the cry it out method was basically abuse. Another mom would comment and educate about how parents who use the cry it out method don’t actually lock their children in a room to scream all night. The original commenter would comment back and so the war began. I’ve seen moms shame other moms because a mom would post a picture of her child eating a cheeseburger and fries.

As stay at home moms, life weighs down on us super hard! Being a stay at home mom comes with so much backlash that other people don’t even realize! A few decades ago, being a stay at home mom was the normal thing to do because the economy was such that fathers could be the sole breadwinner and the whole family could still live comfortably! Now on the other hand, if you’re a stay at home mom you are looked down on. At least that’s how I feel, and that’s what is seen all over social media. I’m here to tell you that being a stay at home mom is far from a normal 9-5! In a normal 9-5 day job, you get breaks. You get to talk to lots of people. In a normal job, there are breaks and vacations. Stay at home moms do not get breaks! Our coworkers are very demanding and have massive meltdowns. We don’t get breaks or even get to pee alone, and you can throw vacations without said coworkers out the window! It’s not that we don’t absolutely love being stay at home moms, not at all! Being a st

So let me start by saying oh my gosh I’m finally starting my blog! I’ve seriously gone back and forth forever about what to write and just how to put my thoughts together so without further ado, welcome to Surely It’s Madness! Probably just like the majority of you, I am a mom! I have a two year old and an almost 9 month old! I have a boyfriend who is 25 and I couldn’t even dream of a better man! I’m 23, and currently a stay at home mom. I absolutely adore what I do and what’s more I love my little family! I decided to start this mommy blog because I want all the moms out there to know that they aren’t alone! Being a mom is hardwork! It’s beautiful, disgusting, chaotic, lovely, not for the feint of heart, but oh so worth it! I want to make sure that every mom out there who is a hot mess, gets frustrated, and probably needs the entire bottle of wine has someone out there who can relate! Let’s face it! We all love being mothers and we would do anything for our babies but we need