Mamalicious Monday- Spilled Milk

Last week I won the Mamalicious Monday post on The Gift Closet! I was so excited. I am going to get a great vinyl wall art from Inspire with Style for just writing a mom related post on my blog. I love to win things. Just ask my husband. He says that free is my favorite word. Here is my Mamalicious Monday post for this week.

I am the kind of person that doesn't often share my inner thoughts and feelings. This can make me somewhat boring to most people I presume. I have always been so shy and reserved from infancy on I think. But today I feel like sharing my feelings. I have a two year old and an eleven month old, and things don't always run smoothly in our house. This is not because my kids are wild, but mainly because I am trying to learn to be a mom. And on days like today I feel like I am utterly bad at it. All day I have these ideas about things I should accomplish, but don't. This morning I took the kids to Walmart to do some shopping. We really needed groceries. I think that one of the best inventions is the cart for two children. My son really likes the ones that look like a car, but I don't care what they look like as long as they work. But it seems that the ones at Walmart always have broken straps. The one we had today had one working strap and one broken. Leighton of course had to have the broken one. This would require him to sit down in his seat the entire trip. I will leave the majority of the experience to your imagination, but after about 20 minutes of fighting with Leighton, I had to take Savannah out, strap Leighton into the working straps and carry Savannah the rest of the time while pushing the cart. It wasn't exactly easy, but we did somehow make it home with a little popsicle bribery (I'm awful, I know.) I fed the kids lunch and got them to bed. Today I really wanted to clean my house because it really needed it. So I worked the entire time my two little ones were napping simultaneously on laundry, dishes, straightening up, and sweeping and mopping my floor. Now, I hate mopping. Well, actually I like to mop, but I struggle to get to it because I usually have to have everything else clean first and it is impossible to accomplish it with two little ones running around. So I have to spend precious time when the kids are napping to accomplish it. My 11 month old little girl, Savannah, has just started going to one nap, which has been helpful because she can nap at the same time as Leighton, my son. But this makes this nap time especially precious. So I finished all my housework today and was especially proud of myself. I finished just as the little ones were stirring upstairs. The day ended with some frustration resulting from numerous spills on my newly cleaned floor. I must say that you may not even know that I cleaned it. But at the end of the day, I look back and see that it didn't really matter. I end up wishing I hadn't fussed at my son for dumping the entire bag of popcorn on the floor. I feel incredibly selfish and humbled when I see others who have true difficulties, not simply a messy floor. I see that I could have been a little nicer, kinder, gentler. Hopefully tomorrow I can remember that there is truly no use in crying over spilled milk.