Sometimes I throw tantrums.........

I interrupt your normally scheduled posts (who am I kidding? I don't have any scheduled posts) to bring you this; Sometimes I throw tantrums. Like full on little kid tantrums. Not proud of it, but hey, at least I own it.

You know, I try to be a good example for my kids and not let them see my anger get the best of me but we all know that there are days when we just can't handle it. Most of the time I try to excuse myself and take a "mommy time out" but sometimes it gets the better of me and I erupt.

There has been known to be crying, maybe some foot stomping, definitely slammed doors and once or twice rolling around on the ground (okay, I kid). Seriously, though, I would love to be calm, cool and collected all the time and the perfect example, but I can't. That is not realistic. I am a yeller. I do not like that about myself and I am working on it, but I am not there yet and honestly, who knows if I ever will be. I hate that my reaction is to yell and I hate that I feel like that is the only way I am getting people to listen to me. I sometimes feel like the invisible women until I yell to get attention.

With that said, I can not expect,nor do I, for my kiddos to be perfect little specimens. They are four and three and boy can they have a tantrum or two. I blame part of that on myself and part of it as normal behavior. What's important here is to always make sure I apoloqize after a tantrum and explain that there are better ways to handle my feelings and to try harder. Plain and simple. If they can see me own it and make and effort then maybe, just maybe, they will too.

But....sometimes everybody just has to throw a tantrum!

Viva Las Vegas (part 3)

Our first morning in Vegas was spent sleeping in, not only because we could, but because the lady next door was coughing/vomiting so hard that I could hear her through the walls ALL.NIGHT.LONG. Seriously guys, it was ridiculous!

Anyways, I sent Brandon down to Starbucks (which, sidenote here: everything is so much more expensive! Two mochas and two pastries were close to $25.00 dollars. So much for a cheap breakfast).

While Brandon was down getting breakfast my phone rang. I checked caller ID and it was my dad. Normally he doesn't call so early and never when I am on vacation. He just doesn't. So I had a bad feeling. Unfortunately after talking to my dad my bad feeling was confirmed. My grandfather had fallen from the top of a ladder when it gave way.  He was up at their property on the river and was alone. He laid there for hours before anyone found him. He was transported two hours away to a trauma hospital and was listed in critical condition.

At this point I started bawling, not knowing what to think. My dad reassured me that although he was listed as critical due to the extent of his injuries, none of them were life threatening. I could breathe a bit easier. I asked for him to call me with an update as soon as he had one and when my grandpa woke up.

Brandon came back to the room all excited to head to the pool and found me crying in bed. I knew my grandpa would be okay, but knew he probably wouldn't be the same and it wouldn't be okay for awhile. I was feeling so bad knowing he had just laid their alone in pain.

After I calmed down some we headed to the pool and soaked up the sun pretty much all day. I kept the phone at my side at all times and by mid afternoon I had an update. My grandpa had awoke and was in a lot of pain, but the morphine was helping some. The doctor had come in and said that he had a broken pelvis, cracked ribs and cracked hips, but miraculously did not need any sort of surgery. They said he was in great shape for a man his age and that would aid in his recovery.


After spending about a week there he finally made it back up here closer to home to a rehab facility. I wish I could say that he is so much better, but he isn't. He IS improving, but it is going to be a long, hard and painful recovery and he may never regain the same movement he had before. 

Needless to say, I wasn't feeling up to any crazy shenanigans and we didn't leave the pool until that evening to attend another show and that in of itself is a whole other post.