Renos

Renos are so much fun for the kids not so much for the parents. Yikes I think I have yelled to the point of no vocal cords left. Our house is a big huge gigantic mess. Dry wall mud everywhere. Our furniture is covered with cling wrap. My kitchen has been shut down. How is a mother suppose to function. I hope things will be done fairly quickly. But it is hard when the construction guy at home has to go to work.

The renos were only suppose to be painting the kitchen. But then Anthony got this big idea of tearing down this wall in our kitch to makw our dining area bigger. Then there came problems we had to move electrical and pipes around. So the project is getting bigger and bigger. As of yesterday the floor now needs to be replaced and the sliding door and we might paint the cabinets as well. I sure hope this thing will all be down before my book party. Opps I hear the baby. I am off to do my mother duties again. Up Up and Away.................

Crazy days

I've been feeling so lazy to write lately. My life gets too busy sometimes. Trying to keep the house neat and tidy. The kids imaginations don't help either. They love their forts. The boys basically find anything and everything to build with. My kitchen chairs are everywhere. Blankets, toys, toy bins etc... The list goes on. Its driving me crazy. I got so fed up with the toys skewed from room to room that I put everything away in storage. Well I left a few things out. But then the forts happened. My plastic dishes became toys. Ahhhh! Can't get away from mess. After my whining I realized that once the mess is gone the kids are gone too. I just need some time to complain about it then I check back to reality and things seem not so terrible anymore.

It is so very hard to run the house especially when your dealing with sick children as well. I was recently in the hospital with our youngest baby. She had to be admitted for a few days. That story will come later. Needless to say I had lost plenty of sleep. So coming home to a mess was awful. Laundry was piled high. So I have been doing laundry for 3 days so far. I am exhausted!!!

Sorry

Hello fellow bloggers. Sorry I just realized I haven't written in a long time. Anyways nothing much has been happening. We at the Meggait house keep ourselves pretty busy. Today I managed to bake some pumpkin pies with the wonderful help of my husband. He cut up the pumpkin that the kids picked from their trip to the pumpkin farm. Then I baked and pureed the pumpkin. Freeze some of it and gave some to my mother in law for her pies. So now I have three pies for my mom's thanksgiving dinner. Yeah!!!! Well I hope everyone has a wonderful thanksgiving.

Yea!!!!

I am so happy we have made some progress at preschool today. I picked him up and the teacher told me he did not cry today and he is peeking at them when everyone is doing activities. Which means he is showing some interest in what they are doing. That makes me feel so much better. Maybe a few more weeks and he will be able to bring home art that he has done. Which by the way he has not done. Every other child leaves with some little thing that they drew. I just want to be able to put it up on the fridge. But I am so proud of my little Sili Bear. Thank-you Lord.

Sitting at the door

My little Sili Bear is so not happy. I feel like I am destroying him. Putting him in Preschool has been so hard on me and him. He refuses to participate in any activities. He won't talk to anyone. He basically just sits at the front door and scowls. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning I get him up for school and he cries and tells me he is not feeling good or should I say "I not feeling dood". When I drop him off I am encourged to just say "good bye mommy will be back to pick you up soon". As I walk down those very long hallways to my van I can hear my son screaming and crying "mommy don't leave me". It just ripes my heart out. It makes me want to run back in there and take him in my arms and cry and then tell him mommy will never leave you. But I know that would just wreak him for the rest of his school years. I know that if I don't do this he will have a very hard time next year. Today on our drive to the school he's talking to himself and crying saying "Jah Jah save me". Thats short for Elijah his older brother. I don't know if anyone understands the pain I am going through. You go through 9 months of pregnancy actually 10. Then you go through the hard painful labor. Afterwards you welcome this beautiful newborn into your arms. Your heart is just full of love for this little creature you call your child. You nurture and love them. Then one day you have to let them go. Let them become who they are. I really can't stop crying right now thinking about letting them go. But you have to as a parent. I can't hold him back I have to help not hinder him. Oh my beautiful children, I love them to the moon and back......

Peace

I woke up this morning feeling full of life and hope. A song came to me and I just wanted to take the time to praise Him.





Your love is amazing steady and unchanging
Your love is a mountain firm beneath my feet
Your love is a mystery
How You gently lift me
When I am surrounded
Your love carries me
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your love makes me sing
And Hallelujah.......
Your love makes me sing
Your love is surprising
I can feel it rising
All the joy that's growing
Deep inside of me
And every time I see You
All Your goodness shines through
And I can feel this God song
Rising up in me.

I just felt so Bless. To have a beautiful family.

First Day of School

Yep it was first day of school for the boys on Tuesday. I was a little sad but happy that my kids were reaching another big milestone in their little lives. We woke up in the morning got dressed ate our breakfast. I pack up Elijahs bag. Nursed the baby. At about 8:00am my mother in law came over to help so I could drive Elijah to school. Our little Silas does not wake up till close to 10:00am. But that is okay cause he doesn't start preschool till 12:00pm. Anyways I dropped Elijah off, took tons of pictures like all the other mothers. Elijah didn't even notice me leave. Then I got home got Silas ready. Oh yeah nursed the baby and got Levi ready. Levi was going to grandma school. We got to the school did the picture thing again and I said good-bye. Silas said "bye mommy". So It was all starting off on a positive note. I went to pick Elijah up down the hall because Kindergartens had half says for the first week. So I got home did things around the house and at about 2:00pm I had to nurse again and then I left to pick up Silas. Well I was late about 5 mins too late. When I got there I was literally scolded by the teacher. Apparently Silas had cryed the whole time. And the teacher would appreciate it if I was to be on time. His crying was very disrupting for the class. And It doesn't help that I was late. My child needs to know that I am there to pick him up when all the other moms are there. Especially when he has cryed the whole time. She embarrassed me in front of some of the other mothers. I really did not know what to say to hear. Except sorry I had to nurse the baby. She replied " Yea yea I know your busy but you need to be on time, It would really help us out alot". She wasn't yelling at me she just used this tone and scolded me. She didn't even really look at me when I was saying sorry. The weird thing was that when I picked him up he walked out happy saying " look mommy, I wearing my indoor shoes". But apparently nothing would console him. He was crying the whole time. Now I am so dreading tomorrow. Silas said he would go to school again. Very happy about it until I mentioned his teachers again. He said no not that school those people are mean. What am I suppose to do? Any advice mothers??????

I'm sorry mommy!

Good morning everyone.
I woke up this morning at 5:30 realizing that I had fallen asleep on my nursing chair again. My husband was just getting up to go to work. So he helped me get into bed. Then I thought to myself the night went pretty good. The baby only got up once to eat. Wow I am actually gonna get to have a good sleep...... Half an hour later I hear this little voice. "Mommy I accidentally peed in YOUR bed". I was half asleep trying to register what the voice was saying. After a few minutes I clued in. My temp was rising I was so wanting to shout and yell at my son. Just when my boiling point peaked I hear this little voice saying "I'm sorry mommy". Oh man did I feel awful. I looked at him and he looked so scared. Then he repeats "mommy I'm sorry I accidentally did that". I calmed down pretty fast and I told him I love you Elijah. So I got the spray bottle out and started to clean. That was my wake up call.

Am I crazy for choosing to have 4 children?

I really don't know what I was getting into when we decided to have our 4th child. I thought three was a breeze, hey why not throw in another? I am so overly exausted. My house is a dump. I spend my every waking moment hoping I can clean right after I nurse the baby. The baby is usually sleeping by the time she is done nursing. So I rush to the bathroom so I can pee. Then I get to the kitchen to unload the dishes then load it again. After an hour of cleaning it is now lunch time. After lunch my kitchen looks like it did before I cleaned up. GRRRRR!!!! It really seems like I am cleaning and cleaning all day long. Is this really a life of a mother? When my husband gets home I talk and talk till he really isn't listening anymore. I tell him everything that happened that day and then on to other topics. Yikes I really need to get out more. I even get excited to go out and get milk. Just because I get some alone time. I rarely have clean clothes for myself anymore. But the funny thing is I'm doing laundry everyday. I basically wake up and look for something on the floor that smells and looks clean. I hate getting dressed in the morning I am actually still in my maternity clothes. And those stupid panels are driving me nuts. It is way too hot to wear them but unfortuately I don't want to buy fat pants. I just want my body back. Does motherhood have to be this bad. I can't go anywhere cause I have to pack up all the kids in their carseats and then pack up half a dozen of things into diaper bags. Yes I really meant bags. Not one but a few. Then my baby cries all the way to where I have to go. The other boys are fighting. Then I feel like riping my hair out and screaming at each one of them to be quite But at the end of each night I look at my 4 innocent sleeping children and I say to myself YES it is so worth it and I am not crazy.