Day 24- Share a story about your past that you are ashamed of.

Most people aren't doing this one, because it's quite a personal question, but I am going to do it, and hope that you will be able to empathize with me, all you mothers out there.

We moved to Flagstaff after Izzy was born.  Like, RIGHT after.  Like we practically got KICKED out of our Cedar City house and was homeless for a while.  John lived in a hotel, and I lived with my mom for like 2 weeks, with my month old and my 2 year old.  NOT IDEAL.  It was stressful bad.  Izzy was my first experience with post pardom depression.  I SO lucked out with Lily, and didn't have it. 

So you take moving with a newborn, post pardom depression, packing, unpacking, and having no friends and no social outlets whatsoever, and you ARE going to crack. 

It was naptime, I was SO  TIRED and I'm sure depressed and feeling like I wanted to crawl into bed and die.  Izzy was sleeping like a good baby, for once.  Lily usually slept 2-3 hours at the time, but not this day, oh no.  She kept getting up and waking me up out of my almost sleep, which is the most frustrating thing in the world.  I eventually freaked out.  I picked her up by her shoulders and yelled at her in her face that she WAS going to sleep and that she's better not get up again or I'd spank her.   Something along those lines.  I just remember, holding her up to my face and yelling at her.  She was 2 years old.  Now that I look back I realize that my behavior when we moved was very selfish.  It never even occurred to me that SHE was adjusting to a new home, no friends AND a new baby.   I did nothing to make any transition easier for her.  I was having to hard of a time myself.  Luckily, it appeared that she adjusted to Izzy very well from all of my pre-birth preparation.

I know that it's 'okay' that I did this, as long as I realized that it was wrong, and never do it again.  Which I do.  I completely do.  I know that parents do worse, I know that I could've done worse in my state.  But the memory of holding my sweet little 2 year old up in the air to yell in her face will be something that will always haunt me forever. 

Day 23- What is something you crave.

This is NOT going to be a one object answer.

1. Ice Cream

 2. Indian Food

(now I want some indian food super bad.  Stupid blog.)

3. Attention/Love (it might sound depressing, but it's cause my husband works AND is in school, our marriage is great, I just never see him.

(I chose this picture so I could say...)

4. Speaking of Gerard Butler, I'm pretty sure he could count as a craving.  mmmmm.  raarrr.  (it's okay, John knows, he's okay with it)

5. Dang, now I really just want Indian Food. 

What about this?  Indian food WHILE cuddling John, watching a Gerard Butler movie and then ice cream for dessert!!  All cravings SOLVED!  It would be like a happy overload!

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else.

I asked John this question.  He thought for a minute, and then said, "you married a sexy beast".

Helpful.

Then I said, 'should I say I'm a really good dance?'  and he said, "but that's not true, so does that mean that I'm not sexy either?" Now he's worried what I'm typing about him.....

Okay, we've come up with one that we agree works.  I pluck my eyebrows in the car.  That's right.  I. AM. SO. DIFFERENT.  Most pluck in the bathroom, but nope, not me.  I drive to Lily's school, and sit there and wait.  While I'm waiting, I sit and pluck, and hope no one is watching.  And if they are...whateves, they're just jealous of my perfectly sculpted eyebrows.  For real, I have gotten compliments on my eyebrows. 

Day 21- A picture from your day.

Day 20- If you had 3 wishes, what would they be.

1.  Hands down my all time wish would be to be able to find a 3-4 bdrm house that is actually affordable in this stupid town of Flagstaff.  (3 kids + 2 bdrms= stress city, especially at night!)

2.  That John would be done with school, and be able to arrive home every day, without fail, at 5:15 pm.

3.  That I wouldn't have my thyroid problem.  This may seem like a waste of a wish to you, but if you read up on thyroid, it effects so much, weight, hormones, extreme fatigue and it is very difficult to live with.  I know there are worse diseases out there, but this one is the thorn in my side. 

I wanted to say for my #3 that my children would always have easy, struggle free lives.  But then I realized that easy lives aren't what creates character and faith.  I just hope that I can be there to help them through the 'character' shaping moments.

Day 19- Nicknames you have & how or why you have them.

Um...I don't really have any nicknames.  My father in law calls me Millie, cause he gives EVERYONE a nickname.  He even started calling my sister, Geralyn, Jerry after knowing her for like an hour probably. 

I AM called Camela, Camelia, Camille, and other annoying things that people  say because they don't know how to sound out words. 

Boring post.

The End.

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have.

I PLAN on going to bed early.

I DREAM about living in a house with more than 2 bedrooms (since I have 3 kids and all).

My GOAL is to open a B & B someday with my hubby.

I didn't feel like getting into that one, can you tell?  Let me tell you about why I am going to bed early.  I am having a rough day.  Or maybe a retarded day.  When I got home from picking Lily up from school, I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.  The problem is that I didn't turn off the engine or put the car in park.  As soon as I got out the car started rolling.  It was one of those slow-mo things where you slowly turn your head and are like, "whaaaattt'ssss happpennninngg?"  Ya.  Awesome.  I jumped back in and stopped it, but not before I crashed into the fence a little.  Some of the slats on the fence are cracked, but I was able to push the fence back to make it look like it stand upright. I called John to tell him, so that I wouldn't have to tell him how retarded I am to his face.  But he was sweet and told me that he's done stuff like that before.

THEN when we were eating dinner, about halfway through, I knocked my plate to the ground.  And there goes my taco salad.  So I finished Izzy's, and then let the dogs in to eat mine.  They did a fantastic job of cleaning it up, so I got over being upset about it. 

But I'm still going to bed early.