I had the best day. I woke up crabby but this face easily put me in a better mood.
Then I got to hang with the coolest kid ever.
A friend was participating in a Girl Scout Carnival and we went to support her and her troop. Mmmm…Cookies, cupcakes, and games, OH MY!
And to top off my day, the sitter came over and Hubbs and I got to take a stroll down memory lane.
We went by our old apartment on 96th street. Even the train station has changed. It just looked like another lifetime. We happened upon this amazing sight on our way out of Central Park. It was so nice for the weather to hold out while we finished our walk. Thank you, Mother Nature!
The only downside was our stop to the Apple Store. Apparently, going to the Genius Bar without an appointment means waiting an hour. We decided to stop by FAO during the long wait to get KidWonder some well-deserved goodies.
We were home in time to see Ladybug be put to bed. KidWonder loved his gifts. I wish I had a pic of his freak-out face, but my phone didn’t get fixed. Alas, life isn’t perfect, but can still give you a perfect day!
One should never have to choose between a shit and a shower.
That’s the dilemma faced when Ladybug decided that our new schedule just wasn’t for her. The plan was to get home, have lunch, shower, then sleep. She fell asleep in the car a half hour before due to nap. First I had to decide if I would let her sleep or wake her to eat. Let her sleep. Next: Do I take her out of the car seat or take the whole thing? Whole thing.
Once we were inside I decided I would take the opportunity to shower solo (we recently discovered how easy it is to shower with her using the water sling). I figure she won’t sleep very long in all those winter layers and scurry up to remove my sweaty gym clothes. Being that I hadn’t consistently ran in over a year, I forgot what running can do for your digestion I was faced with another choice.
I’m glad to say that I didn’t have to choose and was able to complete both tasks before she awoke. But how sad is it that, as parents, we sometimes have to choose which of our biological needs will have wait or be completely thrown out the window on a daily basis? How many times have I chosen sleep over shower? Shower over eat? Eat over pee? Oftentimes we only have a small window in which to do these tasks.
Only now that Ladybug is 6 months am I even attempting to create a schedule. I just have to schedule in those biological needs I took for granted for so long.
I’m sitting here on the plane with my 6-year-old and my 4-month-old. I finally got the baby to calm down and sleep. The boy found Cartoon Network, so I thought I’d take a moment to write. Listening to some of the other kids and parents on the plane has me thinking about all the things we never think we’ll say as parents.
"Don’t put your sisters finger in your nose."
“Put that back in your mouth.”
“Did you really just lift your leg to fart in my direction?”
“Why are you being so mean to me?”
“Please wipe your bum after you poop.”
“Don’t scratch e furniture.”
“Yes, your friends are going to punch you if you wave and yell in their face for 15 minutes straight.”
That last one was an incident at summer camp. Most of these have been said to my 6-year-old son. I’m wondering if over the years I’ll be saying similar phrases to my daughter.
Pretty Woman on ABC Family? Really?
I need to change. As I sit in Hubby’s recliner I see unfolded laundry on the couch, dirty dishes on the kitchen counter, and a no glimmer of wanting to change either. My baby girl is sick and my son is following in my cluttered footsteps. His room is so overrun with toys that there is just enough room to get to his bed. I get overwhelmed just looking around the house. What can I do. I’ve bought the self help organizing books, and the shelving, and the bins, and the file folders. None of it works. It bleeds from one room to the next.
Help me change.
The new one has arrived. Two months ago actually. She a big ball of chunk. We’ll call her Ladybug, though times have change and hubby put her name on Facebook before she could even open her eyes. My how times change with the second one.
It’s been a bit of a roller coaster. We ended up with (another) C-section. Whereas that first seemed unnecessary, this one was life-saving. I’ll get into that later. I know, I know. I’m doing things out of order. All in due time.
I want to talk about the people who told me that going from 1 kid to 2 would be easy. You’re full of shit. What you should have said was, “It was easy for me because I didn’t breastfeed, had 27 nannies, we’re millionaires, and I have no problem letting my baby cry 24/7.” It’s either that of you’ve completely forgotten what it was like to have 2 kids. And mine are 6 years apart. I don’t understand the moms that have their second when their first is still in diapers or still breastfeeding.
I commend women with multiples. Especially those close in age. I hope their husbands are as helpful as mine. (And, no, I’m not trying to earn brownie points) I mean, how have you done it for so long. Ladies, you are my heroes. I see blogging moms all the time, talking about making lunches (When?), crafting (When?), and well blogging (WHEN?!?). When do you find the time to be mom and have a life outside of spit rags and Dunstan deciphering?
I’d love to be a mom that can do both. This is the first time in my daughters short life that I’ve had to sit at the computer and rant. And I can hear her waking behind me because we’re passed the 3-hour mark of feeding.
Well…until after the next feeding.
My goal as a mom is to provide a warm, clean, and safe environment for my children. As a wife, it’s to be supportive, encouraging, and communicative. And my goal for me is to write more, clean less, and enjoy the things I have without comparing them to the posse ions of others.
Today is a heavy day. Physically and emotionally. This week was the first week I had to manage an editing deadline in about a year. This was also the first time this year that KidWonderD got croup. I took him with me to the studio to get my assignment. While everyone was discussing when they would need editing suites, I was listening to the cough coming from the other room. I watched on the control room monitor as the cough racked his 5-year-old body.
"I won’t be using the editing bay here. I don’t know you if you guys hear that cough, but it means that I’ll be working from home this week." My boss, thankfully a mother herself, understood.
Though i had promised to do the work from home, the schedule I had planned didn’t coincide with the doctor’s visits, trips to the pharmacy, and cuddle time involved in taking care of a sick child. On top of it all, the pediatrician prescribed the a med that my husband and I dread. It works, so we love it. But the side effects are not always on our side. So my editing time was pushed to late evening while my husband watched old basketball highlights on YouTube.
I guess my poor old laptop had had enough. I sent my son off to school and dropped my husband off at the train station. Finally able to get to the machine with some peace of mind, I woke my laptop only to find it frozen in place. After several minutes of trying to get that damn wheel to stop spinning, I did a hard shut down. That was a bad idea. Restarting it only rewarded met with a white screen. Another computer bites the dust. And this time I can’t fix it. It was a leftover laptop from the Hub’s old job. If I take to Apple, I don’t know what they do/say.
I did everything I could to install the necessary software onto my desktop computer, but no luck yet again. Off to the studio. I made it about halfway through the edit, so I scheduled time for this weekend. Only thing is that my son has been invited to two birthday parties this weekend. Hub is not so good with parties. Parties are more my thing.
Like I said, Heavy. Might not seem like much of a dilemma to most, but I’m not accustomed to the working mom task of having to balance out the two. I’ve been pretty fortunate to not have the streams cross too often. This will be the first time What to choose? Meet my deadline or escort my boy to his social events? I want to do both, and maybe I can. Maybe Hub will have a good solution.
Sometimes your body will tell you exactly what it needs. Especially when you’re pregnant. Getting in tune with your body during pregnancy will prepare you for labor when you need to listen very closely.
I recently found out that during the progression of labor, just before the pushing phase, your body will tell you to rest. Most women want to listen TI this urge, this need to save energy. Contractions slow or halt, giving mom a moment to catch her breath before the hardest work beings. It’s Mother Nature’s way of saying, “This is it. Get ready.” But doctors and other medical professionals may see this as a ‘lack of progression’ and convince mom that her body is failing her. That is the point at which they start pushing medications and/or a c-section.
What they don’t tell you is that this is a perfectly natural part of the labor progression and can last a half hour or longer. It is not a failure to progress. Nothing about labor is a failure on the mother’s part. The only thing we can do, the only thing we can control is who are the trusted people on the room. And sometimes, that can go awry if you are birthing with a doctor that is a part of an on-call rotation. You could end up with a stranger. So keep someone in your circle that will remind you to listen to your body and can prove to you that nowhere on the road to delivery does it say the word failure.
Resting is the calm before a joyous storm.