Today, I took away the toys

Lately, I have been overwhelmed by stuff. Stuff is everywhere in my house. There is not one single room in my entire house, including my own bedrrom that does not have my childrens shit all over it. I spend all of my time cleaning up their stuff, meanwhile they beg me to play out front, go on walks, read them books, etc. Unfortunately we dont get to do those things often enough because what little time we are at home, I am spending picking up their stuff... So stuff no more... I packed it all up, put it in the basement, and they will not be getting it back. I want to spend my kids childhood having fun. NOT picking up stuff... it could be an interesting time, as we are pretty hung up on stuff, but hopefully we can stick with our guns of cleaning out the house and clear our minds of stuff!!

Today, I Will Stop...

Today reality hit me smack in the face. As I was bathing Reese, I realized she had a substantial bruise on her thigh. I immediately asked what the bruise was from, and then it dawned on me, I may have done it to her. You see, Reese is a strong-willed stubborn girl, and I am well, a short-fused, tired Mama. Every once in awhile I lose my shit, and well a spanking happens. The other morning she was throwing a fit about what she was going to wear, refusing to get anything on because she insisted the only thing she was going to wear was the dress that Nora already had on. In a hurry to get her ready for school I lost my patience and spanked her... No longer will I spank, no longer will I yell. I will instead remember they are three. They are five, they are four months old... young, innocent children just trying to find their way in the world. The world will hurt them badly enough, I need not hurt them also, even if they won't get their clothes on.