Can’t be Hateful, Gotta be Grateful

Can't be Hateful, Gotta be Grateful

So my older son had a Thanksgiving Feast at his preschool today. I didn’t know parents were supposed to attend these things. I mean seriously? I know working parents can’t attend but as a stay at home parent I’ve got my hands full for the three hours the Bubz is at school. I went in to pick him up, with Baby Chubz on my hip and was greeted by his teacher with,

“We missed you today!”

Now I love his teacher. Which may be why I felt so bad for not attending. Then Bubz wraps himself around my leg and says,

“Yea I missed you today!”

I felt pretty bad.

I smiled. I apologized. I promised to make it to the Christmas party next month.

Now I need to arrange for a babysitter to watch the little one while I go eat lunch with the big one. Which is great one-on-one time but a part of me is wondering just how much parental involvement is expected at pre-schools? I ask because I am planning to go back to work one day. The field of work I was in Before Kids (a time period hereinafter referred to as BK) was not very flexible and should I return to the same field I wouldn’t be able to take off for lunch to eat a Turkey sandwich with my son. View Post

Gym Time isn’t Really Working Out

Gym Time isn't Really Working Out

I joined a gym. Well, I’m still within the trial period so I haven’t fully committed to them yet, but let me tell you how my first few days have gone so far.

Glorious. Absolutely freaking glorious.

I’ve never been big time into working out, but you know what I am into? Alone time. And that is what this gym offers me.

This is my second attempt at losing weight and getting hot fit.

The first attempt involved boot camp classes at 5am. The fitness instructor would come right to my neighborhood where a couple of other moms and I would meet in total early morning darkness and get our asses kicked. I’d be home by 6:10am and Rambo would leave for work around 6:30am. Perfect right? In theory. Yes.

In real (mommy) life? Not at all. Waking up at 4:30am to work out wasn’t all that difficult for me. Waking up at 4:30am when I had been up at 1, 2:30, 3:30 and then again at 4am was brutal. A teething baby and a toddler transitioning into his own room does not allow a good night’s rest. View Post

Baby you been driving me crazy

There are days I don’t want to leave the house.

It drives my kids crazy which in turn drives me more crazy. I don’t want to put on makeup. I don’t want to change out of my clothes and put on nice, decent, acceptable-in-public clothes (sweatpants are a little hot for the summer).

I justify my decision by promising myself I’ll sweep, mop, fold the laundry, iron, dust, put away the toys, organize my desk, scrub the bathtub and vacuum. I’ll involve the kids and make it fun.  I won’t plonk them down in front of the TV for hours.

It’s too hot to go outside today I tell myself. The house needs looking after. It will be spotless by the end of the day.

Only I don’t do the things I say I’ll do and I do the things I say I won’t do. View Post

Knitting Something Nice for You

Knitting Something Nice for You

There is so much I want to do.

When I resigned  from work to become a stay at home mom I had all these plans. I was going to finally have time (ha!) to do all the things I couldn’t do because I worked too much.

I would learn another language, I would dance, I would take up yoga and start running. I would knit my first sweater and blog again.  I would read more and write more. I would become a great cook and keep trying every little hobby and find the one thing I’m really good at.

Obviously, I didn’t know shit. Staying at home with a baby isn’t the time for self-discovery. In fact, as I later learned it’s the exact opposite. It’s the time for giving so much of yourself to another human being that you forget that you, yourself are human. View Post

Because I’m happy

Today – the first official weekday of daylight savings time, we all took a nap.

Unintended of course. It was close to 4pm in the afternoon and past the cut off time for my hopes of the toddler napping for the day. Rambo had called in sick from work and was laying around while I nursed the baby. The toddler climbed into the bed between us and was physically re-enacting the Angry Birds game.

Then, a phone call jolted me awake. It was 5:30pm.

I looked at my sleeping family. All four of us cuddled together in the King size bed with the windows open and the fan whirring above. And at that exact moment I was.

So. Blissfully. Happy.

I felt like Beatrix Kiddo in that last scene in Kill Bill Vol.2 where she lay on the bathroom floor crying/laughing tears of happiness. View Post