I managed to spend almost the entire thanksgiving vacation week sick.
Now that it's Monday, O started the day with a horrendous cough which got suspiciously less frequent and intense once I told him he could stay home if he was sick.
I'm still not completely recovered but I think I've found some energy and motivation in the battle with clutter, which I started full blast yesterday and am determined to win this time.
Thought of the day:
I should never let people drag me down to a lower level of interaction than the standards I have worked hard all my life to achieve.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 26th 2015
It's been a very busy week and now here we are on Turkey day. We're trying a fried turkey this time, a first for all of us. Let's hope it works out because the household currently has 15 expectant bellies!
I can't do my exercise because my neck has been acting up and, surprisingly, I'm pretty bummed about it.
Thought of the day:
Ignorance is a close relative of intolerance.
I can't do my exercise because my neck has been acting up and, surprisingly, I'm pretty bummed about it.
Thought of the day:
Ignorance is a close relative of intolerance.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 16th 2015
Today I was asking the boys if my workout was paying off by making me look more fit.
They said yes immediately (mainly because they know that's the response I'm seeking) and then I pushed further mentioning how I feel even my face is benefiting as well.
At which point T piped up excitedly "Ya! It doesn't have as many cracks in it anymore!"
They said yes immediately (mainly because they know that's the response I'm seeking) and then I pushed further mentioning how I feel even my face is benefiting as well.
At which point T piped up excitedly "Ya! It doesn't have as many cracks in it anymore!"
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 15th 2015
It was a bit of an odd yet rewarding feeling working out with the boys this morning. Then in the evening we made clay necklaces as gifts for their teachers.
Feeling exhausted but fulfilled.
Feeling exhausted but fulfilled.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 14th 2015
Today was O's short low key performance on the trumpet as an introduction to an elementary school play.
He came into my room in his formal uniform and asked if he could borrow a comb. I said yes and turned away so he wouldn't see my mouth drop.
This is the first time O has ever combed his hair. A glimpse into life with a teenage boy? Suppressing a chuckle now but thinking it might turn into tears in the future.
He came into my room in his formal uniform and asked if he could borrow a comb. I said yes and turned away so he wouldn't see my mouth drop.
This is the first time O has ever combed his hair. A glimpse into life with a teenage boy? Suppressing a chuckle now but thinking it might turn into tears in the future.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 13th 2015
Bus problems, snotty faces and school frustrations...Oh my!
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 10th 2015
Today I shopped at Gymboree..in the girls' section. I felt a bit lost but mostly delighted at all the cute pink outfits I could now legitimately justify buying.
Coupled with yesterday's experience of visiting the new local coffee shop, it seems many of my [rather small and unambitious] dreams are coming true.
Coupled with yesterday's experience of visiting the new local coffee shop, it seems many of my [rather small and unambitious] dreams are coming true.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 9th 2015
Yesterday I had what I call a flash forward. A small glimpse into my possible future. In this glimpse, my boys had grown and become responsible and wonderful young men (just the way I raised them).
When O got home, he was very concerned about the preschoolers in his school. They are housed in the same building as the Middle Schoolers and he wondered out loud why they would put those sweet little 2-5 year olds in the same building as "those big gorillas that need to shave twice a day."
Later he told me that those children had the easy life, singing and playing all day. But he was remarking that when they all put their arms through a ring in the rope that links them together, they looked a bit like prisoners.
He cracked me up. He also played right into my flash forward :) My sweet responsible young men ... budding already.
Then on our evening walk, T rode his bike (recklessly) straight into the lake. He completely submerged and both he and his bicycle literally disappeared for seconds.
I guess we're not quite there yet. This isn't our first lake incident, and it's doubtful it will be our last.
When O got home, he was very concerned about the preschoolers in his school. They are housed in the same building as the Middle Schoolers and he wondered out loud why they would put those sweet little 2-5 year olds in the same building as "those big gorillas that need to shave twice a day."
Later he told me that those children had the easy life, singing and playing all day. But he was remarking that when they all put their arms through a ring in the rope that links them together, they looked a bit like prisoners.
He cracked me up. He also played right into my flash forward :) My sweet responsible young men ... budding already.
Then on our evening walk, T rode his bike (recklessly) straight into the lake. He completely submerged and both he and his bicycle literally disappeared for seconds.
I guess we're not quite there yet. This isn't our first lake incident, and it's doubtful it will be our last.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 8th 2015
Little Z is quite a bit into puzzles. They are his favorite pastime.
He has however developed a rather bossy nature. I'm told to sit next to him on the floor and given strict instructions on how to 'assist' him with his puzzle compilations.
These days, I'm also told when I am not allowed to go to the bathroom. It's usually when he has puzzle making plans in mind :S
He has however developed a rather bossy nature. I'm told to sit next to him on the floor and given strict instructions on how to 'assist' him with his puzzle compilations.
These days, I'm also told when I am not allowed to go to the bathroom. It's usually when he has puzzle making plans in mind :S
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 7th 2015
This morning, I was filming little Z saying "more stwabeweefee" to capture his cute toddler pronunciations before they mature into regular (less interesting) talk.
Upon reviewing the footage, I realized that, in the background, O was lifting up Z's long locks, informing me that he's "checking to see if Z's an alien."
Apparently, unless I'm carefully revisiting footage, alien checks are just part of the hum dum of daily life for me.
Looking at Z's locks though, I realize his hair is longer than most girls his age, but I just don't know when I'll be able to bring myself to cut those cascading curls. He always looks like he just stepped out of a salon!
Upon reviewing the footage, I realized that, in the background, O was lifting up Z's long locks, informing me that he's "checking to see if Z's an alien."
Apparently, unless I'm carefully revisiting footage, alien checks are just part of the hum dum of daily life for me.
Looking at Z's locks though, I realize his hair is longer than most girls his age, but I just don't know when I'll be able to bring myself to cut those cascading curls. He always looks like he just stepped out of a salon!
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 6th 2015
Over the past couple of weeks I've been on the verge of resigning and just chalking up my entire motherhood experience to a complete and epic fail.
Then today, O had one of his extremely rare episodes of model child behavior and T was back to his charming mood.
We visited friends and they were obedient, played nicely, cleaned up before we left and said thank you graciously at the door.
I can't tell if this is divine intervention to encourage my efforts and let me know that someday all this hard work will pay off, or some cruel plot to keep me enslaved in the trenches of mommy-hood.
Then today, O had one of his extremely rare episodes of model child behavior and T was back to his charming mood.
We visited friends and they were obedient, played nicely, cleaned up before we left and said thank you graciously at the door.
I can't tell if this is divine intervention to encourage my efforts and let me know that someday all this hard work will pay off, or some cruel plot to keep me enslaved in the trenches of mommy-hood.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 4th 2015
I'm almost certain that the sole purpose of my giving birth to O, was to assign me a guaranteed spot in heaven.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 3rd 2015
After suffering through insanity for three days, I'm pretty sure that if I complete the 60 days and don't get my fabulous ripped body, Shaun T will be in serious trouble with me.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 2nd 2015
Little Z is a sweet mild child. He's fun and helpful and loves to clean up. His mood is happy and playful and he gives hugs and kisses and cuddles almost all day.
Sometimes though, I feel like he totally transforms. It's as if he's possessed. When he's not happy, he's the loudest child I've ever heard. He will scream and kick and yell at me to go away. Nothing will console him. No talking, holding or enticements. I just have to make sure he's safe and give him space and then pray.
Makes sense I guess that my mildest child would throw the most fierce of tantrums. He can go from angel to monster in seconds flat.
Sometimes though, I feel like he totally transforms. It's as if he's possessed. When he's not happy, he's the loudest child I've ever heard. He will scream and kick and yell at me to go away. Nothing will console him. No talking, holding or enticements. I just have to make sure he's safe and give him space and then pray.
Makes sense I guess that my mildest child would throw the most fierce of tantrums. He can go from angel to monster in seconds flat.
Diary of a Confused Mom: November 1st 2015
O's Halloween night went a little differently.
I picked him up this morning. He hadn't slept a wink and had spent the whole night on his iPad. He was the crankiest grouch I've ever seen.
On a good note, this year we had the most efficient candy disposal system in place yet.
I picked him up this morning. He hadn't slept a wink and had spent the whole night on his iPad. He was the crankiest grouch I've ever seen.
On a good note, this year we had the most efficient candy disposal system in place yet.
Diary of a Confused Mom: October 31st 2015
T had to trick or treat by himself for the first time because his big brother was at a trick or treat/sleepover. He was a bit sad at first but then raced ahead of us happily saying he liked meeting the neighbors.
Luckily, the costume he had really wanted arrived two hours before trick or treat time. Talk about a close call.
He also had a blast handing out candy to other neighborhood children once we got home.
We survived the candy crazed night!
Luckily, the costume he had really wanted arrived two hours before trick or treat time. Talk about a close call.
He also had a blast handing out candy to other neighborhood children once we got home.
We survived the candy crazed night!
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