First entry...it's all about me, right?

Sean keeps asking me if I've updated our family blog and I keep saying, "No, not yet."  I guess I've been putting off my first "real entry" because I felt it should be something that introduces what this BLOG will be about or at the very least, that it should set the tone for what this BLOG will be about.  Truth is, I don't really know in which direction I will go, so I've been procrastinating.  And like my first couple of entries on Facebook, I wondered if people would really care.  Well, I guess if you've made the effort to come back to this page then you care a little.

So I decided I would share with you this email I wrote to two dear friends of mine who share the same crazy thoughts about motherhood that I do.  (You'll see what I mean when you read on)  I'm making this my first entry because ONE it gives you insight into the type of mother I am (crazy doesn't even begin to cover it) and TWO because it's also a story about a day in our life.  I think it's kinda funny.

Well, I live in this less than 1000 sq ft. apt. Cozy and new and SAFE. Last night my kids with my friend's 5 year old daughter were playing hide-and-go-seek INSIDE this teeny little apt. My friend and I were in the kitchen. Well the 3 kids managed to tear my sofa apart and made tents and forts and all sorts of hiding places, plus they had the rest of the house. My friend and I were talking and hanging out and kinda just ignoring the mess and noisiness around us. Olivia was "it" and after counting she came out to look for Sean and Emmi. I half notice that she's been calling their names and hasn't found them yet. (Mind you the elapsed time is probably about 10 seconds at the most) With this small apt. 10 seconds of not being able to find them is a long time. (LOL - yeah right) With it quiet I tune into the fact that Sean and Emmi have been missing for a good...oh, let's say...20 SECONDS!!??! Olivia is puzzled and searching and I tell my friend, "You know I always get paranoid when the kids play hide and go seek and they can't find the kids." We kinda glance around, then I proceed to share my crazy paranoid thoughts out loud. Like stories I remember hearing of kids suffocating in refrigerators because they hide there or suffocate in cars because they accidentally lock themselves in cars.

Keep in mind we're in an apartment with NO EXTRA fridge, I'm standing by the only FULL fridge in the house (Sean wouldn't fit anyway!!!) and there isn't a parked car to be found IN THE HOUSE! And the only exit is within our view, and no one has exited. (And no kidnapping pervert has entered either) I proceed to tell her that I always fear someone will suffocate or be in a horrible locked ???something??? Well I think my paranoia rubs off because WE JOIN IN calling for Sean and Emmi. My friend is all, "Emmi!... Emmi!" silence. We kinda look at each other going,..nah, they have to be okay. Instead of just carrying on with what we were doing as NORMAL moms might do, we BOTH call "SEAN! Emmi!" Sean comes out of the dark room with a frustrated and half angry/half laughing look (what kind of mother does he have after all!!) He laughs and comes all into my face and yells, (with a smile on his face) "Mommy!!!!!!" he's in my face and I love that he still calls me that btw. He yells, "Mommy! YOU RUINED THE BEST HIDING PLACE EVER!!!!" I'm laughing (but relieved) and he's in my face reassuring me, "I promise I will not EVER CRAWL into an empty refrigerator or any crazy hiding place!!!" I suppress my laugh because I know I"m ridiculous but at the same time relieved that he hasn't suffocated in the pillow forts he's built and that Emmi is safe too. I say, "Really, Sean? Really? Do you promise to be safe when you play?" He's laughing and frustrated and says, "YESSSSSSS!!!!" OMG he so knows that his mom is 100% crazy!

ROTFLMAO - You KNOW I win the crazy award. He's the size of most adults and I worry he's suffocating in pillows because he's somehow overloaded a good 5 or 6 of them on him????