Jumping Back In

I can’t believe that I haven’t written in this space since 2013.

So many things have changed and I can’t wait to update this space with all that is going on in our lives.

The short story: Barney is five now and thankfully has finally ditched her two pair a day habit, The Chicken is an adult (I know, I know I can’t believe it either), Giggles had a baby and next week our marriage will be old enough to drink!

I am still gramming here, although not as much as I used to.

I look forward to catching up with everyone and meeting new friends! If you have any questions about anything please feel free to leave them in the comments and I will answer them in an upcoming post.

Until next time…

maybe mommy guilt isn’t so bad after all

Going back to work, or rather going to work outside of the home for the first time on a full-time basis has really had me wracked with a bad case of the mommy guilt. No matter how old your children are, you can still have a huge case of mommy guilt.

I feel the worse for The Chicken. She’s 15 and her sister works most days, so she is spent hanging out at the house with the dog. And while Barney might be a crazy party animal eating the cr*otches out of all of our panties at night, apparently by day she is pretty lame and just sleeps on my bed. So while The Chicken isn’t living it up with a wild and crazy dog during the day, this does explain the mystery of bed always being covered in dog fur that is  driving The Husband crazy.

I’m not sure what The Chicken was trying to accomplish with this video, but when she showed it to my friend the other day proclaiming of all the fun she was having while I was at work each day; I admit I felt really bad. Then I had her send me the video because I really wasn’t sure exactly what was going on in it and friends, I laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time watching it.

The Chicken throws a party from Heather Durdil on Vimeo.

So going back to work has been a huge adjustment for our family, it has given us some great laughs as well.

Just Write-I can’t believe I’m parenting an adult

I look at you sleeping on the couch, curled up next to your phone and I wonder how we got here.

It seems like just yesterday you were dragging that three foot alligator around with its cat collar and leash while trying to sell your sister. I remember how you defiantly threw your hands on your hips and looked that elderly woman square in the face and called her a liar when after telling you she would love to take your baby sister home, in your words, backed out of the deal.

Don’t get me wrong, you are an excellent kid….er, adult.  Although for the rest of this post I think I shall refer to you as a legal voter because for whatever reason that doesn’t seem as old.  (I know, I have no idea why either.)

While I wonder how it all zoomed by so fast, I don’t feel cheated or slighted.  There was a time that I regretted not doing more, but looking at the legal voter you have become; I couldn’t be prouder.

I look at you and know that the world is a better place with you in it.  I know that whatever you do  in life that you will give your all.

I have to admit when you told me you wanted to pursue your equestrian interests as your full time vocation that I was disappointed.  Not because I didn’t think you would be successful; but because I know that you are capable to do anything you put your mind to.

You aren’t after fortune and fame.  You know that the profession you have chosen will have you struggling more often than not, but I have confidence in the fact that you will succeed.  That’s just what you do.

So my dear legal voter, know that you can accomplish anything you want and that I will be here helping you in anyway that I can; be it buying windshield wipers for your car or lifting you up in prayer.  I will always be here, a very proud momma, parenting an adult.

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