So I've been taking Thursdays off to spend more time with the kids, only to find myself cleaning all morning and ignoring my daughter who was begging me to read her a story. When I finally bothered to listen to her, I almost cried. What kind of mom am I? I sat down and immediately read a dozen books with both girls and had a great time doing so. So often, I feel like I'm spending so much time spreading my time around and multi-tasking (cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, kids) that nothing gets my full attention. It was nice to just take time out and veg with them. I think my husband is better at this. I mostly fault him for it ("exactly why can't you run the dishwasher while playing cash register?") but I secretly wish I could turn a blind eye (nose, ear, whatever) to everything that SHOULD get done and just bask in kid-dom with the girls. Yea, I think that would happen for about 15 minutes before I went crazy.
Switching subjects...OK...I need your help. Can anyone calm my irrational fear? My daughter goes to preschool 2 days for a TOTAL of 5 hours a week. But I'm paranoid I'm going to forget to pick her up one day. Every time the phone rings on Thursday afternoon I panic and think it's gotten late and her teacher has been waiting there with my girl who is all alone and frightened and I've just been enjoying the peace and distraction-free afternoon (in my mind I'm eating bon-bons even though I don't think I've ever ate a bon-bon in my life). I must reiterate that I've never forgotten to pick her up (yet), but it is my nightmare. Maybe it's because I don't wear a watch, or maybe because I have forgotten what silence sounds like at home but I can't seem to be able to keep track of time while she's gone, I'm constantly checking the clock...it's becoming compulsive, and annoying! Anyone with me on this one? HELP?!
Coming up next...what happened during my 'free' time yesterday that had me singing.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Randomness
OK, what makes a good blogger? Probably consistent blogs. The Internet is our reminder that humans have incredibly short attention spans and trouble sustaining 'new projects'. Oh well.
Here are some of the things I was going to go in depth about this week but ran out of time/interest:
1. Why is there always at least one kid in every Barney episode (or other kid program that uses real kids) that I'm utterly repulsed by? Yet, because I am so horrified by their fake perma-smile (not unlike the joker) and jazz hands, I'm mesmerized until my retinas burn...like a terrible car crash. These kids are so bad I can almost see the shadow of their overbearing show-biz mom doing the same routine with the same frozen grin behind the camera. I then envision these children NOW...young men and women using residual dough to score their next fix and wonder if they ever claim to see Barney again while high. Me? I like the kid who has to look at all the other kids to verify the dance moves. It's those kids that are ill-prepared and unsure of themselves that make me smile. Sad that I've sat through enough entire episodes of Barney to think that through, huh?
2. How are women supposta have this voice in the world when we just don't have time? I'm too busy multi-tasking to even get my point across!
3. Babies generally rock...until they poop in the bath. That's all I dare say about that, for now, (it's too fresh). And that is the last time "fresh" and "poop in the bath" appear in the same thought.
OK, I can't remember any other of the "good ideas for my blog" I had going this week. Damn! Welcome to my world, where early onset Alzheimers is the norm!
Here are some of the things I was going to go in depth about this week but ran out of time/interest:
1. Why is there always at least one kid in every Barney episode (or other kid program that uses real kids) that I'm utterly repulsed by? Yet, because I am so horrified by their fake perma-smile (not unlike the joker) and jazz hands, I'm mesmerized until my retinas burn...like a terrible car crash. These kids are so bad I can almost see the shadow of their overbearing show-biz mom doing the same routine with the same frozen grin behind the camera. I then envision these children NOW...young men and women using residual dough to score their next fix and wonder if they ever claim to see Barney again while high. Me? I like the kid who has to look at all the other kids to verify the dance moves. It's those kids that are ill-prepared and unsure of themselves that make me smile. Sad that I've sat through enough entire episodes of Barney to think that through, huh?
2. How are women supposta have this voice in the world when we just don't have time? I'm too busy multi-tasking to even get my point across!
3. Babies generally rock...until they poop in the bath. That's all I dare say about that, for now, (it's too fresh). And that is the last time "fresh" and "poop in the bath" appear in the same thought.
OK, I can't remember any other of the "good ideas for my blog" I had going this week. Damn! Welcome to my world, where early onset Alzheimers is the norm!
Monday, January 07, 2008
I want quality time, damn it!
OK, so anymore the weekends are made up of me getting things done while my children make do. How wrong is that? Why is it every Sunday night I feel like I haven't spent any real time with my kids? Let me count the ways:
If they want food and diapers someone needs to shop for them.
If they want to wear clothes, I have to wash and put away laundry.
If they want time with friends, someone needs to cart them around, or plan and provide for get togethers. We haven't even gotten to sports-age yet!
If I want our house to look nice (or even presentable), I have to clean.
If they want to know their extended family, we need to be away from home.
If they want to be well behaved, they need to nap.
If I want sanity, I need some time alone.
Where do all the hours go? I'm worried that someday my kids will look back to weekends at our house and not remember anything. Or worse, just remember the answer to "do you want to play with me?" was always, "not right now, mommy has things to do." I am the devil who no longer has time to brush a pony's hair or finger paint. In the next year, I have to make sure that quality time with my kids is a priority. It just makes me sad that I had to write that.
Do they grow up so fast or do we just lose track of time?
If they want food and diapers someone needs to shop for them.
If they want to wear clothes, I have to wash and put away laundry.
If they want time with friends, someone needs to cart them around, or plan and provide for get togethers. We haven't even gotten to sports-age yet!
If I want our house to look nice (or even presentable), I have to clean.
If they want to know their extended family, we need to be away from home.
If they want to be well behaved, they need to nap.
If I want sanity, I need some time alone.
Where do all the hours go? I'm worried that someday my kids will look back to weekends at our house and not remember anything. Or worse, just remember the answer to "do you want to play with me?" was always, "not right now, mommy has things to do." I am the devil who no longer has time to brush a pony's hair or finger paint. In the next year, I have to make sure that quality time with my kids is a priority. It just makes me sad that I had to write that.
Do they grow up so fast or do we just lose track of time?
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Family killed by iPod
I don't know why, but I was really excited for my husband to get an iPod. That excitement lasted all of 20 minutes after he opened the box.
You see, I've had my iPod for a couple of years now and love it. I am former radio DJ so I really dig music and any contraption that will stick it to my former employers/industry (anotha blog, I'm sure). But now I have come to hate my husband's iPod...with a passion.
The many reasons why I don't like my husband's iPod:
1. I now have to listen to HIS music when we're in the car. Blech.
2. When I complain, he wears his headphones in the car; not safe and not good company.
3. He now spends ALL his time transferring his CDs into our computer.
4. Said computer has all of 4% free space now. Of course, sweetie, I have no problem with you deleting all of the photos of our children so you can fit the Best of the Bee Gees on there!
5. He is anal enough to transfer all his CDs alphabetically by artist. This bugs me.
6. He loads entire albums into iTunes then rushes to listen to all the songs, rate them, and erase the tunes he doesn't care for.
7. To weed through ALL his tunes quickly, he gives each song approximately 5 seconds, right when you "get" into the song he moves on the the next one...over and over and OVER again. It's like travelling with an cocophonious ADHD train wreck.
8. He rates every song no matter what is going on. Oh, did you know the perfect time to search through the genre list and look for that exact song you can't remember the title to is while merging onto rush hour traffic with your two daughters asleep in the backseat? I swear to you he said to me, "I haven't seen us cross over the double line yet!" Yes, honey, that's because you are too busy looking at your gizmo to realize we're kissing the 18-wheeler in the next lane. I'm looking at my death and thy name is nano.
9. He thinks I am the expert on all things iTunes and iPod. No, I don't know why it's acting up. You know I don't work for Steve Jobs--stop asking me technical questions.
10. If he starts one more sentence with "You know on MY iPod I can..." Unless that sentence ends with "...mint real $20 bills" I'm not interested. I have one...I know what they do.
Guess I'm a real grump today. But doesn't anyone else have the Husband model # willingtoriskthelifeofmyfamilyforthesakeofasong? Forget anti-textmessaging legislation for drivers, I'm all about the silent scroll-wheel killer.
You see, I've had my iPod for a couple of years now and love it. I am former radio DJ so I really dig music and any contraption that will stick it to my former employers/industry (anotha blog, I'm sure). But now I have come to hate my husband's iPod...with a passion.
The many reasons why I don't like my husband's iPod:
1. I now have to listen to HIS music when we're in the car. Blech.
2. When I complain, he wears his headphones in the car; not safe and not good company.
3. He now spends ALL his time transferring his CDs into our computer.
4. Said computer has all of 4% free space now. Of course, sweetie, I have no problem with you deleting all of the photos of our children so you can fit the Best of the Bee Gees on there!
5. He is anal enough to transfer all his CDs alphabetically by artist. This bugs me.
6. He loads entire albums into iTunes then rushes to listen to all the songs, rate them, and erase the tunes he doesn't care for.
7. To weed through ALL his tunes quickly, he gives each song approximately 5 seconds, right when you "get" into the song he moves on the the next one...over and over and OVER again. It's like travelling with an cocophonious ADHD train wreck.
8. He rates every song no matter what is going on. Oh, did you know the perfect time to search through the genre list and look for that exact song you can't remember the title to is while merging onto rush hour traffic with your two daughters asleep in the backseat? I swear to you he said to me, "I haven't seen us cross over the double line yet!" Yes, honey, that's because you are too busy looking at your gizmo to realize we're kissing the 18-wheeler in the next lane. I'm looking at my death and thy name is nano.
9. He thinks I am the expert on all things iTunes and iPod. No, I don't know why it's acting up. You know I don't work for Steve Jobs--stop asking me technical questions.
10. If he starts one more sentence with "You know on MY iPod I can..." Unless that sentence ends with "...mint real $20 bills" I'm not interested. I have one...I know what they do.
Guess I'm a real grump today. But doesn't anyone else have the Husband model # willingtoriskthelifeofmyfamilyforthesakeofasong? Forget anti-textmessaging legislation for drivers, I'm all about the silent scroll-wheel killer.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
I resolve
Yea, yea...so it's been a while. This isn't a New Years Resolution or anything, I'd just like to make it a new habit. Or something to do while I wait for the writer's strike to end. It's amazing how much I can accomplish when the large black box in my living room is not singing her siren song. Shocking really--Tila Tequila just doesn't do it for me.
So, when did "Happy New Year" become an acceptable greeting on the 2nd? I've been at work all day and I've heard it all over the place. I'm sorry but just because I'm nuking my leftovers when you enter the breakroom doesn't give you the right to yell that pleasantry at me...it's the 2nd...that greeting has expired...much like my leftovers. But maybe it's not the "new year" part that bugs me so much as the "happy." Oh well.
So, when did "Happy New Year" become an acceptable greeting on the 2nd? I've been at work all day and I've heard it all over the place. I'm sorry but just because I'm nuking my leftovers when you enter the breakroom doesn't give you the right to yell that pleasantry at me...it's the 2nd...that greeting has expired...much like my leftovers. But maybe it's not the "new year" part that bugs me so much as the "happy." Oh well.
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