Here's something to entertain you while you wait for our new layout! Happy Holidays!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Confession: I love my kids, but....
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Confession: Sometimes you have to cry to blog.
And today, today was a crying day. Nothing especially bad happened. No one was hurt. No one is ill. Just a routine run of the mill summer day filled with your run of the mill chaos. It's just that today, I let it get under my skin. Instead of relishing all of the good, instead of focusing on the awesome, I let the chaos bog me down. I try so hard never to do that. It's no good for the soul.
What is good for the soul, apart from spending these lazy summer days with the ones I love the most, is the approaching end of summer break and inevitable return to school.
The first thing I want to do once school starts is take a bath. Seems like a simple enough desire, right? To me too. Except I haven't taken a bath since I was 8 months pregnant.... WITH MY ALMOST 11 YEAR OLD!
One of three things is happening right now. You are gasping in disbelief- you are thinking about how long it's been since you relaxed in a hot bath- or you're all like "what the hell is wrong with you?"
Listen, I have blogged abut the subject before. I have talked about my lack of personal time. I just try not to do it too often because, well frankly, there are lots of people out there who perceive it as whining, and feel that I live far too charmed a life (nice house, able to stay home with my kids, healthy children) to be whining about anything. And they might be right. But everybody has a bad day sometimes, and that's abut the time I remember that I was once a person before I was the entity now known only as mom or _____'s mom. Before my needs got pushed to the bottom of the list. Before I couldn't read a book, hell, even a chapter, until everyone was fed, washed, clothed, and put down for the night. Before a day without a shower turned into 4 because I was busy planning for Christmas, or a birthday party, or a Tuesday.
So yes, it has been 11 years since I have made time for just me. 11 years since I soaked in a tub with a candle and a glass of wine. 11 years since I had a scheduled time where I could work-out regularly. 11 years since I had a mani-pedi. 11 years since I went to the salon and had my hair colored instead of doing it myself while the kids napped from a $6 box of color I got on sale at Target. 11 years since I had an hour or two carved out to do nothing that has anything to do with cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundering, hosting, or even blogging. And now, for the first time EVER, all the kids will be away from me at school all day!
Sure, I get out occasionally on my own, and by occasionally I mean 4 or 5 times A YEAR. And usually the chaos and mess that I have to deal with upon my return almost makes it not worth it to go. Almost. Except for the fact that if I didn't take those few times that I do have, I might actually go totally ballistic. And when Momma's not happy, ain't nobody happy. Although, I don't think they got the memo around here.
Don't get me wrong, most days I get along just fine. It's a happy, albeit hectic existence. But once in a while....
Today for example, my day was filed with dogs (not just my two but the extra one I am sitting for this week- yes for those keeping score I did sit another dog all of last week as well), anyway, the day was filed with dogs, dishes and diarrhea. Not my finest hour. Still, I keep on keepin' on. I know that there is a relaxing hot bath just around the corner for me. Knowing, knowing that 4 weeks from now, in 29 days from now, in 696 hours from now, in 41,760 minutes from now, in 2,505, 600 seconds from now... I will get my bath.
I know some of you are looking forward to peace and quiet in your homes. I'm sure some of you would love for the endless empire of Legos to finally be toppled. And the parade of kids in and out eating you out of house and home on a daily basis is probably something that you will not miss in a few weeks when school begins. But for me, it all starts with a bath.
As I type this, I have asked the children to give me 5 minutes. 5 minutes to finish up the post I have been trying to write since last night. One of them is singing, another is poking me with a plastic pitchfork, and one of the dogs is licking my feet... so much for 5 minutes of peace.
September 6th. Say it with me... nice and slowly... Sepppptemmmmber 6thhhh. For us, that is when everything just STOPS! At least for one day. The revolving door (both to the pool and the fridge) will slam shut. The food line will come to a halt. And all that you will hear coming from my house, will be the sweet, sweet sound of running water...
Thursday, August 2, 2012
One day, I will inevitably blog again. Hopefully, that day will come before all of my readers, subscribers, and advertisers abandon me entirely and forget they ever knew me. Here's the thing- I have suprisingly few things to confess these days. As the kids get older (and more annoying) my stories go more from madcap hijinx like stalking the school bus on the first day, to stuff that can land me on human services radar (It's really okay to drink shots of vodka in the afternoon when they just. won't. listen. right?)
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
My 10 year old daughter is average weight and very athletic. My 5 year old son is well, about as average as you can get, scoring 50th percentile for height and weight at his last checkup. And my almost 8 year old is actually pretty tiny, weighing in at barely 50 lbs. So why is it that I feel like I’m raising a band of Sumo wrestlers (no offense to any of my Sumo-esque pals out there)?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
So, as I have mentioned before, my sister is expecting her first baby. I am so excited to be taking the baby journey again, since my diaper days are over. My kids are 10, 7 and 5, so we are out of all things baby at the moment. Spending this time looking at baby clothes, shopping for trinkets and toys, has been very exciting- and a little scary! A lot can change in the baby world in just a few years. Seems like every time I shop for a friend or family member who is expecting, the products and services available have changed again. Some of what was cutting edge when my now 10 year old was born, is now almost obsolete.
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Sunday, April 1, 2012
Confession: I suck at prioritizing.
Or maybe it's time management that I suck at. Or something else entirely. Whatever the thing is that prevents you from having to do the same 3 or 4 tasks over and over and over again each day- yeah, I suck at that. It's like deja vu all the time.
I mean, you have no idea how many times I do the same things over again in one day.
I mean, you have no idea how many times I do the same things over again in one day.
I pick up the same toys. I clean the same rooms. I put away the same stuff... over and over and over again.
There was a time that I used to wait until the end of the day to pick up all the toys that would collect around the house. I'd wait until the kids were asleep to fold laundry and wash dishes. That didn't last long. The constant voice of my Grandmom in the back of my head telling me that you never know when company might drop by, kept me from leaving the pile of toys on the playroom floor, or the unfolded laundry sitting on the dining room able. I mean, everyone knows if a neighbor drops by to borrow a cup of sugar- which happens all the time (in 1970's sitcoms)- they will certainly think less of you and spread horrible, gossipy rumors around town if there is an unwashed cup in your sink.
Still, for a while I was able to justify the mess. Having a preschooler, a toddler and an infant made it okay. When the neighbors dropped by (which never, ever happened) I could always use the desperate, frazzled, mom excuse. And that totally would have worked too.
But all good things must come to an end. Just like using baby weight as an excuse for that last 10 or 15 lbs is no longer acceptable when the "baby" is going to first grade, so too must you at some point reclaim your home from the throws of babydom.
So now I walk aimlessly through the house picking up a sock here, wiping down a mirror there, putting an abandoned cup in the dishwasher. And once I've washed off whatever that sticky stuff is all over the counter... I can go back and do it over again as new fingerprints cover the mirror, someone else has tossed their socks aside, and 3 more cups have grown in the place of the one I removed.
I really, really want to be one of those moms that has no qualms about having company drop by despite the piles of papers on the dining room table, or the stack of unopened mail piled on the kitchen counter. But, I can't. Something in my biological make-up won't allow it. No matter how many times I tell myself it's more important to have fun with the kids and play games and be silly now- because the cleaning will always be there- I still can't stop thinking about those 3 dishes sitting on the counter from lunch while playing checkers with the kids.
And the process never ends. Because once I go pick up those dishes, they will remind me that I have a load of wash to do. And when I come back from putting in the wash, I'll pick up a toy- a toy I just put away 4 times this morning. And while putting away that toy, I'll walk by the bathroom, where I'll notice toothpaste all over the sink. And while cleaning up the toothpaste, I'll notice a towel on the floor. While walking to put the towel in the wash, I'll notice a jacket on the stairs that needs to be hung- one that I hung up earlier that day. And while I'm hanging the jacket again, I'll see a piece of trash on the floor. And when I get back to the kitchen to throw away that piece of trash, 3 new dishes will be sitting on the table where the old one used to be....
...and this is my lot in life. Don't get me wrong- my house is far from perfect. There's toys in every room, it's totally disorganized, and I have every paper sent home by the school for the past month sitting on the counter- or stuck to the fridge- in triplicate. But, it's a managed chaos. And one I'll have to deal with until my kids all (hopefully) go away to college. Because, once they hit the dorms, they're on their own. And then I'll just have that one last "kid" at home to clean up after....
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
As promised the last of the 3 posts for giveaways for today. This does not mean the Blogaversary fun is over... stay tuned....
This is one of my favorites! I love me some Baby Bjorn stuff. And when mine were sloppy eating age, okay sloppy-ER eating age, this was awesome! Yes it is the Baby Bjorn soft bib.
The bib has a front pocket to catch stray foods and liquids to prevent messes. It's mess proof. Plus it is soft and smooshy, unlike some other spill catching bibs out there.
AND it's made of safe, high-quality PVC-free BPA-free plastic that retains its shape while staying flexible. AND it's dishwasher-safe material is easy to clean or just wipe with a little soap and water.
So yeah, you know you want to win it. Even if you don't have a baby, I'm sure you know someone who does. Or save it as a great shower or new baby gift! I assure you, it's awesome. Now go enter. And share. I know it lowers your chances of winning-- but it's the right thing to do!
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