Top 10 Reasons My Kids Won’t Let Me Use The Bathroom

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Motherhood = NO Privacy!

Prior to having children I could use the restroom by myself. Seems like a simple thing that many women take for granted. Over the last eight years I have adjusted to the fact that there is no private time as mother. So that being said here’s my top 10 list of reasons my children barged in on me in the bathroom… Continue reading

My Lost Car & Facial Peel

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I’ve misplaced my car keys a million times. Yesterday was the first time I lost my car.

Let me begin by admitting my husband offered to walk me to my car. At the time I thought his offer was ridiculous. No thank you sir! I am a grown woman and we are parked at opposite ends of this gigantic mall. I’ll see you at the house… Continue reading

Valentine’s Day Cakes

Be Thankful!

thankfulIt’s a cold and rainy day here in Charlotte. Isaiah & I ran down to the bus this morning and I was laughing saying…this is what a Monday looks like 🙂

My Facebook timeline is filled with reasons why my friends and family are thankful. Every November a few of them will be consistent all month with one reason per day that they are thankful.

So…here’s my top 10 “things I’m thankful for”!

#1 Life

#2 Nathan- My best friend. He is faithful and strong. He makes me laugh even when I want to punch him in the face… 🙂 I love him more than my limited vocabulary can express.

#3 Isaiah- My first born. My Boogman. I never knew I could love this deep until I saw him.

#4 Aaron- my precious Monkadoo. He amazes me every day. He is so incredibly smart and gifted. Mama loves you hippo much!

Good Lord…why am I about to cry?!?! Not here at my desk… Get it together girl!

Ok, sorry…

#5 My parents – both gave and continue to give so much to their children. Gigantic hearts. Very blessed to have them in my life. Thank you for the love, support and guidance.

#6 Pastor & Mother Green- I had no idea what to expect the first time I stepped into PDT Ministries. From day one the genuine love my family felt has been so wonderful. Money can’t buy what we are so blessed to receive being a part of this church. Godly people who truly care. I’m surrounded by educated, successful, motivated and LOVING people every week. Each person there makes me want to be a better person. Thank you!

#7 My job- I complain too much about it. I have a tremendous amount of flexibility and I’m in a position that challenges me daily. It hasn’t been easy. It has pushed me.

#8 My home- It’s our space. It’s peaceful. It’s just the 4 of us 🙂

#9 Heating & Air- Some people don’t have it. On my trip to CA this summer I discovered some people are insane.

#10 God- He has a love for me that is unconditional. I make the same mistakes over and over but he loves me just the same. He’s patient. He’s kind. He’s always the same. Nothing else in my life is as solid and for that I am thankful.

How to raise a teenager…hold on sir…you are only eight!

The last week or so has been interesting. My oldest turned eight years old. He no longer has the adorable infant, toddler, or even preschool character traits. He is growing up into a handsome young man. Awkwardly handsome as his teeth have been falling out left and right…but a good lookin’ kid.

I remember when I would lay next to him and he would play with my hair until he fell asleep. Gone are the days when he wanted to cuddle. He’s not squishy anymore…

Now he has this attitude that is driving me insane. Maybe it’s the long days at school. Second grade has been more of a challenge. Whatever the reason is I feel like his behavior towards me is similar to how a teenager behaves and frankly I am not prepared yet.

Wednesday night after church my boys were both running around like lunatics outside in the parking lot. This is normal for them.  They don’t listen and I ultimately end up dragging one or both to the car. I grab Aaron’s hand with my right hand. I’m struggling with my left to carry my purse, Bible, and an extra hoodie for Aaron (???). I finally extend out the pointer finger on my left hand and bark in Isaiah’s direction…

Me: “Hold my finger!”

Isaiah: “OMG…I don’t need to hold your hand!”

Me: “You don’t ever listen! Hold on to my finger and let’s go! We are leaving!”

Isaiah: “AHHHHH!!!! YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!”

Insert a moment of me seeing red….

Thursday night we are back at the church for choir practice. I had a long night. This was supposed to be my first night trying to ease back in to singing at church again. We had a meeting with our Pastor. Great meeting but I had a lot on my mind afterwards. I ran out to get pizza for the kids and their friends and that was an adventure in itself. It involved poor customer service, four police cars and a woman standing in my way that had apparently been spit on just before I got in the parking lot. I can’t even make this stuff up. Charlotte is crazy. I get back to set the kids up in the fellowship hall and by the time I sat in to listen to the practice I wasn’t able to get much out of it let alone participate.

I didn’t eat yet. I was emotional. I was tired.

Practice is dismissed and the kids are running around crazy again. I’m just so tired. Why can’t they listen?

Finally we get outside…so close to leaving and getting some food. Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the car!

Insert a moment of me seeing red….

Oh no! I forgot my phone!

I ran back into the church to get it and when I came out my husband was still standing in the parking lot talking. The kids were buckled up in the car. Based upon facial experience he knew it was time. Time to get the Mellix family out of there before I exploded. A friend of ours used to call it “BOOOOMMMM!” He used the same expression for my mother. I guess my freak outs run in the family 🙂

Nathan: “What’s wrong?”

Me: (Grinding my teeth together and giving him the look of death) “Get in the car…”

We pull out of the parking lot and Aaron speaks up from his car seat…

Aaron: “Isaiah said that mama doesn’t love us.”

I stare out the passenger side window in silence. Why? Why would he tell him that?

I’m not ready to raise a teenager. I’m clearly not that great at raising an eight year old. Who does he think he is?

So it’s Friday…I’m getting ready to leave the office and pick up the kids. I am determined to get this eight year old in line while getting him to understand I love him more than words can express. This is why I am “mean”. It’s not my job to be his friend. It’s my job to direct him and teach him how to be a responsible human being.

A few reasons why I miss Summer 2015…

This summer was awesome. Continue reading

Random Cheese

Around my house you will always find evidence of the children. You can pretty much trace their steps. Dirty Ninjago underwear, empty goldfish bags and deadly sharp toys galore.

It’s the weird stuff that I find that really trips me out. The other day I walked into their bedroom to find Batman was being held captive.

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Tonight it was a multi-layer square of American cheese. I almost stepped on it in the living room.

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Who had this 6 layer square of cheese?

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Why did they just drop it and leave it behind? Was it not satisfying enough? Why not drop it off in the trash can before bed? How many slices of cheese were sacrificed to create this piece of debris on my floor? I can only imagine where I’ll find the plastic wrappers they were originally in.

After pondering these things for a bit I grab my phone so I can document the foolishness I’ve found.

Annoying yes…but what would life be without these dirty little love balls? Certainly less entertaining for sure. They bring us so much joy even if it comes in the form of having to laugh as I pick up multi-layer cheese on my way to bed.