i apologize in advance if this blog is sounding more like a complaining/whining blog of motherhood.  but i try to have my blog be realistic and not be the “look at me-i’m a perfect mother & a housewife” blog(not that there’s anything wrong with that, i still read and love those blogs), and since i post almost everyday, i’m not going to pretend that i’m all happy and good when i write at the end of the day, when i’m not all that happy and good, you know?  i was never good at faking things and i sure am not going to try on my blog.

anyway… today has been tough too.  being a single mother on this trip has made me realize more than ever just how much my husband helps with the kids.  i’ve always known and greatly appreciated how hands on he is and what a family man he is but today i realized i’ve been very spoiled and just how much i depend on him on raising our two girls.  so thank you hun, i couldn’t raise our girls without you.  seriously.  or i’d be one unhappy, angry mother.  and single mothers, i don’t know how you do it, but you have all my respect and awe.

today was full of drama.  with my youngest in her terrible two’s at it’s full throttle, she let me witness of her crying/screaming session every 30 mins. all day long, she left a huge puddle of pee in the hotel elevator on our way to my sister’s work party, my oldest made it to the bathroom at the beach and just when i was taking off her swimsuit, she let it all out, # 2 mind you, seeping all over my hands and my arms, herself, her swimsuit, there were so sinks or soap, just the toilet, i attempted to shop while my youngest kept grabbing an item from the store and running out of the store, thus causing the alarm to sound several times, then my oldest would run out after her, grab the item away from her, then get in a cat fight as my youngest grabbed and pulled her sister’s hair, bite her, scream at her, resulting in two little girls crying and screaming, my youngest grabbed a watch and threw it on the ground causing the glass to shatter, she spilled all her cereal on the ground at the store, then she wanted to be held which made it so much easier except for my poor arm that was about to die(which i must’ve said those words out loud because at the end of the day when i was still holding my youngest, my oldest said to me, “mommy, just put ana down, i don’t want your arm to die!”) and these are just glimpses of my day, there were plenty of more drama, i assure you. 

the only upside i can think of is that tomorrow can’t possibly be any worse(knock on wood!) so it’ll be a smoother ride compared to today.  i guess hard days like today makes the other days seem much better and easier?

and i wonder, how do some mothers want like 10 kids? like that family from 17+ counting? or is it like 39+ counting by now, it might just be.  but what i do know for sure is that i am not sure why they would want that many on purpose.  but much respect and awe to you as well.