When we are feeling uncomfortable, we tend to hide out.
For me, a good example would be at church. I think that my kids are the loudest & most disruptive. If I actually get my hair curled/done up, then we seem to be late. No matter what kind of morning we have on Sundays, I have an excuse ready to sit on the back row. From the back row, my "comfort zone," I see everyone else in their own usual spots too- their comfort zones. If you don't go to church, I am sure you have your usual comfort zones- the same checkout line at the same side of the grocery store, the same seat at the table, the same couch cushion at Grandma's house. Lets change it up a bit!
Wherever you go this weekend.... whether it be a movie, to church, on a bus, wherever: sit on the front row or as close to the front as you can.
Please note: I just read this to my husband to get his opinion & his EXACT reply was: We ain't sittin' on the front row! (Ain't? Sittin? I promise we are only partially hicks...)
Me: Why not? Does it make you uncomfortable?
Him, rolling his eyes: You can sit by yourself up there. I am not a part of the Ponytail Challenge!
HA! That is what he thinks!
5.30.2008
5.29.2008
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 4
Portraitaphobia.
I made this word up. I think it sounds very scientific and real. My brother is a doctor- I think I will suggest he add this to his diagnostic information. He definitely will follow my advice because little sisters that tell their much older brothers with 12 more years of schooling what to do have lots of clout.
Most of us have some self image issues. How do I know this? In one of my ever-exciting polls a few weeks ago, 100% of you said that you compare yourself to others.
Well, hot diggity dog! We have got to do something about this.
A lot of you have blogs. Most of those blogs have tons of pics. of your kids/pets/friends..... but, where are you? I am going to take a wild guess and assume that you non-bloggers are guilty of self-portrait phobia too.
How about in your home? My home has many pics. of my kids..... but the ratio is probably 20:1 for pics. of me. I don't like them. I think my nose is big. My teeth seem to be less "snowy white" and more "don't eat the yellow snow" colored. And, my all time issue right now- no matter how tight my girdle is, the love handles are... well....not so much love handles.... more like hate handles.
To put it simple, pictures of me make me uncomfortable.
EUREKA! We have today's Comfort Zone Challenge. You can even pick from 2 options. Aren't I nice?
A) Have pictures taken of yourself..... it doesn't matter who takes them. It could be your kid, husband, friend or why not your crazy neighbor down the road- careful though- if the crazy neighbor saw you streak the other day, they might get a little too excited about taking your picture....or run away.
B) Post a picture of yourself for all to see, (somewhere- your blog, your fridge, your screen saver- wherever), AND find 4 reasons why you like how you look in the picture.
Now, of course you dedicated souls out there can accomplish both options and get 2 more chances at the drawing instead of just 1.
Say Cheese!
I made this word up. I think it sounds very scientific and real. My brother is a doctor- I think I will suggest he add this to his diagnostic information. He definitely will follow my advice because little sisters that tell their much older brothers with 12 more years of schooling what to do have lots of clout.
Most of us have some self image issues. How do I know this? In one of my ever-exciting polls a few weeks ago, 100% of you said that you compare yourself to others.
Well, hot diggity dog! We have got to do something about this.
A lot of you have blogs. Most of those blogs have tons of pics. of your kids/pets/friends..... but, where are you? I am going to take a wild guess and assume that you non-bloggers are guilty of self-portrait phobia too.
How about in your home? My home has many pics. of my kids..... but the ratio is probably 20:1 for pics. of me. I don't like them. I think my nose is big. My teeth seem to be less "snowy white" and more "don't eat the yellow snow" colored. And, my all time issue right now- no matter how tight my girdle is, the love handles are... well....not so much love handles.... more like hate handles.
To put it simple, pictures of me make me uncomfortable.
EUREKA! We have today's Comfort Zone Challenge. You can even pick from 2 options. Aren't I nice?
A) Have pictures taken of yourself..... it doesn't matter who takes them. It could be your kid, husband, friend or why not your crazy neighbor down the road- careful though- if the crazy neighbor saw you streak the other day, they might get a little too excited about taking your picture....or run away.
B) Post a picture of yourself for all to see, (somewhere- your blog, your fridge, your screen saver- wherever), AND find 4 reasons why you like how you look in the picture.
Now, of course you dedicated souls out there can accomplish both options and get 2 more chances at the drawing instead of just 1.
Say Cheese!
5.28.2008
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 3
Play Dress-Up
Thanks to our local library and a book called, Fancy Nancy, (very cute book for little girls), my daughter was quite adamant that I wear a crown/tiara to a restaurant. This isn't just any crown. This is a dollar store trophy crown, complete with faux fur and big sparkly jewels in pink and purple.
In the book, Fancy Nancy's entire family plays dress-up with her and they all go out to dinner. Now, I am not quite ready to stray that far from my comfort zone.... so.....
We compromised that I would wear the crown in the car on the way, but I got to take it off when we got there. On a whim, I decided that maybe my daughter's excitement was slightly more important than the opinion of the surrounding motorists.
I felt soooooo silly and self conscious while driving. At all the red lights I would glance around to see if anyone was looking- they weren't. I also felt a little "special"......in an odd, embarrassing sort of way. I did however, step up a notch in the cool factor with my toddler. I think I will try it again when she is 15. Somehow, I don't think she will find it so "cool" at that point.
Anyhow, this little episode is actually what sparked the idea for this week's challenges.
So, dress up somehow, beyond your normal "comfort zone."
For some of you, it might mean bright red fingernail polish. Maybe wear that shirt that you love, but it just shows a little too well the "arm flap." If you don't know what arm flap is.... don't worry, you will....someday. Just hope it is a someday far, far away.
Maybe wear high heels to the grocery store- whatever gets you out of your comfort zone, even if only for a while.
If you are really adventurous, go in full out costume somewhere..... if you do & take a picture to prove it, I will add your name in 5 extra times to the drawing. Good thing I am not eligible for the prize, because I don't know if I could handle all that pressure!
Have fun! And, as always, leave your comment to be in again for the prize.
Thanks to our local library and a book called, Fancy Nancy, (very cute book for little girls), my daughter was quite adamant that I wear a crown/tiara to a restaurant. This isn't just any crown. This is a dollar store trophy crown, complete with faux fur and big sparkly jewels in pink and purple.
In the book, Fancy Nancy's entire family plays dress-up with her and they all go out to dinner. Now, I am not quite ready to stray that far from my comfort zone.... so.....
We compromised that I would wear the crown in the car on the way, but I got to take it off when we got there. On a whim, I decided that maybe my daughter's excitement was slightly more important than the opinion of the surrounding motorists.
I felt soooooo silly and self conscious while driving. At all the red lights I would glance around to see if anyone was looking- they weren't. I also felt a little "special"......in an odd, embarrassing sort of way. I did however, step up a notch in the cool factor with my toddler. I think I will try it again when she is 15. Somehow, I don't think she will find it so "cool" at that point.
Anyhow, this little episode is actually what sparked the idea for this week's challenges.
So, dress up somehow, beyond your normal "comfort zone."
For some of you, it might mean bright red fingernail polish. Maybe wear that shirt that you love, but it just shows a little too well the "arm flap." If you don't know what arm flap is.... don't worry, you will....someday. Just hope it is a someday far, far away.
Maybe wear high heels to the grocery store- whatever gets you out of your comfort zone, even if only for a while.
If you are really adventurous, go in full out costume somewhere..... if you do & take a picture to prove it, I will add your name in 5 extra times to the drawing. Good thing I am not eligible for the prize, because I don't know if I could handle all that pressure!
Have fun! And, as always, leave your comment to be in again for the prize.
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 2
Opposite Day
Part your hair on the opposite side.
If you usually put your pants on, then shirt....go crazy. Put your shirt on, then pants... or vice versa.
If you always sit in the same chair at meal times, switch around.
You get the idea. Have fun & remember to comment for another chance at the drawing.
Part your hair on the opposite side.
If you usually put your pants on, then shirt....go crazy. Put your shirt on, then pants... or vice versa.
If you always sit in the same chair at meal times, switch around.
You get the idea. Have fun & remember to comment for another chance at the drawing.
5.26.2008
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Complete opposites. Vinegar & water. Salt & sugar.
I am quite certain that I am the sugar.
The saying "opposites attract" would be the definition of my husband and I's relationship. I don't think this attribute always has an attraction result, but for the most part, we do all right.
He is very extrovert. Me- not so much....I mean, not at all.
He cracks the risque jokes and likes to be the life of the party.
I find my safe corner of the room and stuff my face with appetizers.
My husband will laugh at any joke and get fired up about sporting events.... loudly fired up.... you know the kind- jumping off the couch, screaming at the TV, pumping his fist- you get the idea.
I politely clap. If everyone else is cheering, I might add in a little "woo-hoo."
Dare me? How dare he?
He even strutted his stuff at a family reunion in a G-string just to win a bet.
I will avoid any potentially embarrassing situation like the plague.
If you are still imagining an extended family member wearing a G-string in front of the family, also include an almost 90-year-old Grandma cheering him on.
He lives much more in the "moment," whereas I analyze and obsess over everything.
In fact, just today, we were discussing my oddly shaped nose. He made a reference to a similarity to Owen Wilson's nose........
I haven't stopped looking in mirror all night. I keep running my fingers along the profile of my nose over and over and over again, thinking about how big and funny it is really going to look as I age.
He probably doesn't even remember saying it- nor does he really think that Owen Wilson and I are long lost twins...... at least I hope he doesn't really think so.... but it wouldn't be bad if we were because then I would know someone famous and maybe he would buy me a fabulous house on the beach. Hmmmmm.... mental note to get going on my genealogy.
Anyways, continuing on.
I like to play it safe. I used to put myself a little more "out there," but I have let myself become a little boring. I prefer the term comfortable over the term boring, but you get the idea.
I have a basic routine life. I think most mom's do. Get up, feed kids, dress kids, change kids, hopefully feed and bathe self....... then start over. Or if you go to work each day, your days are likely quite routine too.
I am stuck in a rut. I need to "get out of my box." I need to leave my Comfort Zone...... here goes.
CHALLENGE.......Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Streak.
Bare Naked. Streak.
Now, let's not get crazy here.... I am just talking through your house.
If and when I accomplish this challenge, I can guarantee it will be in the night, in the house and everyone else in the house sound asleep. Doors shut, blinds down and all lights off.
Have I gone and lost my marbles???? Possibly, but you have to admit that doing this will make you laugh, give you a little bit of a "rush," and definitely give you something to smile. Who knows- maybe I am the only self-conscious, easy to embarrass person out there, but I am guessing not.
Have fun and I hope you don't "get caught." Good luck.
Don't forget to leave a comment to get a chance at the prize.
I am quite certain that I am the sugar.
The saying "opposites attract" would be the definition of my husband and I's relationship. I don't think this attribute always has an attraction result, but for the most part, we do all right.
He is very extrovert. Me- not so much....I mean, not at all.
He cracks the risque jokes and likes to be the life of the party.
I find my safe corner of the room and stuff my face with appetizers.
My husband will laugh at any joke and get fired up about sporting events.... loudly fired up.... you know the kind- jumping off the couch, screaming at the TV, pumping his fist- you get the idea.
I politely clap. If everyone else is cheering, I might add in a little "woo-hoo."
Dare me? How dare he?
He even strutted his stuff at a family reunion in a G-string just to win a bet.
I will avoid any potentially embarrassing situation like the plague.
If you are still imagining an extended family member wearing a G-string in front of the family, also include an almost 90-year-old Grandma cheering him on.
He lives much more in the "moment," whereas I analyze and obsess over everything.
In fact, just today, we were discussing my oddly shaped nose. He made a reference to a similarity to Owen Wilson's nose........
I haven't stopped looking in mirror all night. I keep running my fingers along the profile of my nose over and over and over again, thinking about how big and funny it is really going to look as I age.
He probably doesn't even remember saying it- nor does he really think that Owen Wilson and I are long lost twins...... at least I hope he doesn't really think so.... but it wouldn't be bad if we were because then I would know someone famous and maybe he would buy me a fabulous house on the beach. Hmmmmm.... mental note to get going on my genealogy.
Anyways, continuing on.
I like to play it safe. I used to put myself a little more "out there," but I have let myself become a little boring. I prefer the term comfortable over the term boring, but you get the idea.
I have a basic routine life. I think most mom's do. Get up, feed kids, dress kids, change kids, hopefully feed and bathe self....... then start over. Or if you go to work each day, your days are likely quite routine too.
I am stuck in a rut. I need to "get out of my box." I need to leave my Comfort Zone...... here goes.
CHALLENGE.......Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Streak.
Bare Naked. Streak.
Now, let's not get crazy here.... I am just talking through your house.
If and when I accomplish this challenge, I can guarantee it will be in the night, in the house and everyone else in the house sound asleep. Doors shut, blinds down and all lights off.
Have I gone and lost my marbles???? Possibly, but you have to admit that doing this will make you laugh, give you a little bit of a "rush," and definitely give you something to smile. Who knows- maybe I am the only self-conscious, easy to embarrass person out there, but I am guessing not.
Have fun and I hope you don't "get caught." Good luck.
Don't forget to leave a comment to get a chance at the prize.
5.22.2008
12 Steps
Hi. My name is Camille and I am a blogaholic.
Being a blogaholic, my actions have affected those around me.
My official diagnosis came after great contemplation of the recent re-occurring back & wrist pains I have been experiencing. While balancing my nursing baby in my usual twisted position, while typing on my lap top, I noticed once again the wrist and back pain I have been experiencing. At that moment, the Dr. in me realized that blogging is the reason for the pain.
Hunching over while nursing, in order to contort your fingers to the typing position makes your wrist. Huh. Who knew?
This same hunching position can also give you chronic back pain. Go figure.
Here is my 12-Step Recovery Program:
1- Admit the problem ....done
2- Blog stalking must be limited to day light hours
3- My children must be dressed and fed before checking blogs
4- My children must be fed something other than dry cereal
5- The dishes must be done before blogging.... ok, maybe not....but at least the table cleared.
6- Ask forgiveness to all of you that I have "blog stalked." Will you forgive me? Thanks. I will assume that you said, "Yes,Camille, I forgive you, please continue to surf the Internet until wee hours of the night"... or would it be morning?
7- Stretch out before and after blogging. Who knew being online could count as a back work out? SWEEEEET! Forget the elliptical.
8- Do not become a crazy hermit that sits in the dark on line all day...... if you happen to be a crazy hermit that sits in the dark on -line all day, I highly recommend not doing this while nursing a baby or you will also have chronic back pain. AND, I personally think that it is perfectly fine to by a crazy hermit that sits in the dark all day on line......sorta.
9- Do not nurse a baby and type at the same time.
10- Admit to my children that I am not, in fact, "working on the computer," but that I am, in fact, "playing."........this one probably won't happen- a mom needs a few secrets here and there.
11- Admit to my husband that the house is not clean because I check this blog 100 times a day to see if any of you have commented- not that it is not clean because of "the children." He thinks that our baby, (who is the perfect calm baby in all reality), cries all day and that the 2-year-old just wouldn't let me do anything all day....... I don't know where he ever got that idea.
12- Invite all other blogaholics to also begin their own 12-step recovery program...... but, you still have to read this blog because this program is my idea, and that is part of the rules, so you can recover from all other on-line obsessions except for this one....... Because I said so, that's why.
Being a blogaholic, my actions have affected those around me.
My official diagnosis came after great contemplation of the recent re-occurring back & wrist pains I have been experiencing. While balancing my nursing baby in my usual twisted position, while typing on my lap top, I noticed once again the wrist and back pain I have been experiencing. At that moment, the Dr. in me realized that blogging is the reason for the pain.
Hunching over while nursing, in order to contort your fingers to the typing position makes your wrist. Huh. Who knew?
This same hunching position can also give you chronic back pain. Go figure.
Here is my 12-Step Recovery Program:
1- Admit the problem ....done
2- Blog stalking must be limited to day light hours
3- My children must be dressed and fed before checking blogs
4- My children must be fed something other than dry cereal
5- The dishes must be done before blogging.... ok, maybe not....but at least the table cleared.
6- Ask forgiveness to all of you that I have "blog stalked." Will you forgive me? Thanks. I will assume that you said, "Yes,Camille, I forgive you, please continue to surf the Internet until wee hours of the night"... or would it be morning?
7- Stretch out before and after blogging. Who knew being online could count as a back work out? SWEEEEET! Forget the elliptical.
8- Do not become a crazy hermit that sits in the dark on line all day...... if you happen to be a crazy hermit that sits in the dark on -line all day, I highly recommend not doing this while nursing a baby or you will also have chronic back pain. AND, I personally think that it is perfectly fine to by a crazy hermit that sits in the dark all day on line......sorta.
9- Do not nurse a baby and type at the same time.
10- Admit to my children that I am not, in fact, "working on the computer," but that I am, in fact, "playing."........this one probably won't happen- a mom needs a few secrets here and there.
11- Admit to my husband that the house is not clean because I check this blog 100 times a day to see if any of you have commented- not that it is not clean because of "the children." He thinks that our baby, (who is the perfect calm baby in all reality), cries all day and that the 2-year-old just wouldn't let me do anything all day....... I don't know where he ever got that idea.
12- Invite all other blogaholics to also begin their own 12-step recovery program...... but, you still have to read this blog because this program is my idea, and that is part of the rules, so you can recover from all other on-line obsessions except for this one....... Because I said so, that's why.
5.18.2008
CHALLENGE.......Pucker Up!
Lately, the "Ponytail Challenge" challenges have been, well.... a little challenging.
Positive thinking and extra housework? Seriously.
Despite the title of this blog, I am all about the slacker lifestyle. The little voice in my head is saying, "Really, Camille, you are giving the impression that you are a have-it-all-together-and-motivational type of gal." And, people, that is just not the way my reality is.
We will get back to the tough stuff in a few weeks, but for now....
We all deserve something easy and light hearted this week, right?
Something simple, yet effective.
Something fun to make you take a second look every time you pass by a mirror. I thought about going back to the 1st, original challenge. But, then that little voice in my head reminded me that sometimes I am insane and have insane ideas, like trying to convince a bunch of women to not put their hair in a ponytail when it is 95 degrees outside. Riiigghhht.
Maybe we will try that out again this fall.
So, what simple, beautifying procedure must you do all week long to make yourself feel a little extra special?
CHALLENGE.....Pucker Up!
It is a lip loving, lipstick wearing, smooch giving week.
The regulations?
You must wear lipstick all day, every day.
It doesn't matter if you are at the gym, grocery store, or taking out the trash. Your lips should look luscious!
If it fades- you had better reapply.
If you have expensive nice lip stick that stays on all day- lucky you. If you have lipstick from the dollar store like me, well... we shall be applying a little more often.
Kiss someone extra each day.
Be it baby, boyfriend, husband, or Gramps, you had better smack it to someone! That someone must be breathing. So, yes, pets count. No, stuffed animals don't. Now, don't go crazy & kiss the clerk at the grocery store or other random people- just a little extra love to someone you love. If you usually give your significant other good bye- well, kiss them hello also.
Why lip stick/gloss?
Let me list a few fantastic reasons that this challenge is super cool:
It is summertime..almost...and lips like moisture.
If it tastes good, you can snack- I mean smack- all day long.
You can make lip marks on your family.
You can make lip marks on your power bill. It will definitely make the "power bill opener" at the power station laugh.
You can tell people to "kiss off" and mean it in a kind way.
It is the easiest challenge ever.
By-the-way, Chap stick or lip balm does not count. You have to be adding a little pizazz to your mouth!
A few of you might not even have lip stick. Until you make it to the store or raid your daughter's play make-up set, use vaseline for a little shine-but you had better get the real stuff quickly.
I usually apply my lip stick/lip gloss while driving to many undisclosed locations. However, now I have to include it in my home-wear. So, out of the car & into the house it goes. I am salivating at just the thought of all the lip licking fun for the next 7 days..... or something like that.
Here is the lip action in my life:
Baby lips surrounded by chub. Love it. These lips are also attached to me for a disturbingly lengthy amount of time every 3 hours.
Lot's of naughty words come out of these lips. These lips have also been known to be used as a booger vault.
The dentist just found $600 worth of problems inside of these lips. Rap versions of children's church songs come from these lips.
It took 6 months of dating to finally kiss these lips. 3 kids later, that problem has obviously been resolved.
Here are my lips- just crying out for a little color and shine.....and maybe some whitening toothpaste.
Now, pretend those lips are saying good bye & get to it. Go make your lips as luscious and lovely as you are. If you have forgotten how luscious and lovely you are, please click here to the Awesome Me Challenge for a reminder.
Have a lip smacking day.
Positive thinking and extra housework? Seriously.
Despite the title of this blog, I am all about the slacker lifestyle. The little voice in my head is saying, "Really, Camille, you are giving the impression that you are a have-it-all-together-and-motivational type of gal." And, people, that is just not the way my reality is.
We will get back to the tough stuff in a few weeks, but for now....
We all deserve something easy and light hearted this week, right?
Something simple, yet effective.
Something fun to make you take a second look every time you pass by a mirror. I thought about going back to the 1st, original challenge. But, then that little voice in my head reminded me that sometimes I am insane and have insane ideas, like trying to convince a bunch of women to not put their hair in a ponytail when it is 95 degrees outside. Riiigghhht.
Maybe we will try that out again this fall.
So, what simple, beautifying procedure must you do all week long to make yourself feel a little extra special?
CHALLENGE.....Pucker Up!
It is a lip loving, lipstick wearing, smooch giving week.
The regulations?
You must wear lipstick all day, every day.
It doesn't matter if you are at the gym, grocery store, or taking out the trash. Your lips should look luscious!
If it fades- you had better reapply.
If you have expensive nice lip stick that stays on all day- lucky you. If you have lipstick from the dollar store like me, well... we shall be applying a little more often.
Kiss someone extra each day.
Be it baby, boyfriend, husband, or Gramps, you had better smack it to someone! That someone must be breathing. So, yes, pets count. No, stuffed animals don't. Now, don't go crazy & kiss the clerk at the grocery store or other random people- just a little extra love to someone you love. If you usually give your significant other good bye- well, kiss them hello also.
Why lip stick/gloss?
Let me list a few fantastic reasons that this challenge is super cool:
It is summertime..almost...and lips like moisture.
If it tastes good, you can snack- I mean smack- all day long.
You can make lip marks on your family.
You can make lip marks on your power bill. It will definitely make the "power bill opener" at the power station laugh.
You can tell people to "kiss off" and mean it in a kind way.
It is the easiest challenge ever.
By-the-way, Chap stick or lip balm does not count. You have to be adding a little pizazz to your mouth!
A few of you might not even have lip stick. Until you make it to the store or raid your daughter's play make-up set, use vaseline for a little shine-but you had better get the real stuff quickly.
I usually apply my lip stick/lip gloss while driving to many undisclosed locations. However, now I have to include it in my home-wear. So, out of the car & into the house it goes. I am salivating at just the thought of all the lip licking fun for the next 7 days..... or something like that.
Here is the lip action in my life:
Baby lips surrounded by chub. Love it. These lips are also attached to me for a disturbingly lengthy amount of time every 3 hours.
Lot's of naughty words come out of these lips. These lips have also been known to be used as a booger vault.
The dentist just found $600 worth of problems inside of these lips. Rap versions of children's church songs come from these lips.
It took 6 months of dating to finally kiss these lips. 3 kids later, that problem has obviously been resolved.
Here are my lips- just crying out for a little color and shine.....and maybe some whitening toothpaste.
Now, pretend those lips are saying good bye & get to it. Go make your lips as luscious and lovely as you are. If you have forgotten how luscious and lovely you are, please click here to the Awesome Me Challenge for a reminder.
Have a lip smacking day.
5.14.2008
Table for 1, please.
Alone. All by myself. Free to peruse the aisles of a clothing store at my leisure. It has been well over 3 months since I have done anything alone. (And no, going to the bathroom while chubby little hands are pounding on the other side of the door does not define being alone.)
I did a little shopping for myself, but only ended up buying kids' clothes off the clearance racks.
Oh! How could I forget, I also bought myself a "goal shirt." Every woman trying to lose a little weight or get in shape should have a goal shirt to depress her every day into at least thinking about exercising. Ok, back on track now....
What on Earth would cause any mother to leave her family behind? Well, in reality, not much in my world. It was all in the name of charity. No- not me being charitable. Me, being the charity case.
I'll take what I can get.
I left my children at home with 4 babysitters. I only have 3 children. But, I may as well play it safe, right? We are talking about teenage girls after all. I was one once upon a time and I would definitely want 4 of teenage-babysitter-me if I had to have hired teenage-babysitter-me back in the day.
What if the kids each got sick, the baby wanted picked up and the dog needed fed all at the same time? Yep, definitely good to cover all of my bases.
Besides- I didn't have to pay them......it was a "service project." If I had to pay, heaven knows that I would have just stayed home like I usually do.
Babysitters are expensive nowadays. Are you kidding me?! I got the shaft when I was a babysitting pro in my day. (Maybe it had something to do with the "look" I had). Babysitting fees have soared higher and faster than gas at the local Chevron.
Don't they make a hybrid model of babysitter?
Wait- yes, yes they do. It is called "Grandma."
I lucked out too. If I got to pick- (which I didn't), from the local crop of youth at my church, the 4 lovely girls who came to my home would have been my choices. Only 2 were supposed to come, but lucky me, another family chickened out of entrusting their own innocent children to a "service project."
Anyhow, about 2 hours in to the evening, the euphoria settled down and my own irrational version of reality set in: I had that nagging feeling that my children are not safe with anyone besides me. I am the only possible person who can take care of my children properly, I must go home now!
These thoughts alone caused my chest size to grown exponentially and my "cups runneth over." Now, it was a scientific fact, I needed my baby!
At this point, I shoveled my remaining 3/4 plate of food into my mouth in a new TGIFriday's record, (portion control- whatever- I paid good money for each and every calorie and I'll be da.... sorry, family rated blog.... I mean, I didn't want my tasty salad to go to waste). Then, I hefted my huge diaper bag from under my chair.....eeerrrch.... realization that I didn't actually need the 4 diapers, wipes, extra underwear, change of toddler clothing, burp rag, crayons, paper, toys, pacifiers, fruit snacks, and extra ketchup for 4-year-old ketchup emergencies. I could have actually used the cute little purse I have at home buried in the bottom of my closet. Oh-well. I guess lugging the diaper bag around helped me burn a few extra calories.
After the ridiculously longest 20 minute drive-of-my-life, I arrived home. My kids who cannot survive 3 hours without me, (according to me), were in their beds. The 4 babysitters were taking turns making the baby laugh & coo and I was a twinge disappointed that no one seemed to have missed me too much... ok, maybe a little more than a twinge. I will have to spoil them all really good before the next excursion and hire a really mean sitter so that they will be sure to miss me.
How did the evening go for the kids? Baby, happy as can be. 2-year-old, happy as can be. 4-year-old, happy and in love. He has a new girlfriend- or 4. His 11-year-old girlfriend is going to be crushed when she finds out he is dumping her for a more mature 16-year-old. Liking the older women....greattttt. Apparently he even tried this line on her, "Don't you dare kiss me." It worked.
Time will only tell if I venture in to society alone again in another 3 months.
I did a little shopping for myself, but only ended up buying kids' clothes off the clearance racks.
Oh! How could I forget, I also bought myself a "goal shirt." Every woman trying to lose a little weight or get in shape should have a goal shirt to depress her every day into at least thinking about exercising. Ok, back on track now....
What on Earth would cause any mother to leave her family behind? Well, in reality, not much in my world. It was all in the name of charity. No- not me being charitable. Me, being the charity case.
I'll take what I can get.
I left my children at home with 4 babysitters. I only have 3 children. But, I may as well play it safe, right? We are talking about teenage girls after all. I was one once upon a time and I would definitely want 4 of teenage-babysitter-me if I had to have hired teenage-babysitter-me back in the day.
What if the kids each got sick, the baby wanted picked up and the dog needed fed all at the same time? Yep, definitely good to cover all of my bases.
Besides- I didn't have to pay them......it was a "service project." If I had to pay, heaven knows that I would have just stayed home like I usually do.
Babysitters are expensive nowadays. Are you kidding me?! I got the shaft when I was a babysitting pro in my day. (Maybe it had something to do with the "look" I had). Babysitting fees have soared higher and faster than gas at the local Chevron.
Don't they make a hybrid model of babysitter?
Wait- yes, yes they do. It is called "Grandma."
I lucked out too. If I got to pick- (which I didn't), from the local crop of youth at my church, the 4 lovely girls who came to my home would have been my choices. Only 2 were supposed to come, but lucky me, another family chickened out of entrusting their own innocent children to a "service project."
Anyhow, about 2 hours in to the evening, the euphoria settled down and my own irrational version of reality set in: I had that nagging feeling that my children are not safe with anyone besides me. I am the only possible person who can take care of my children properly, I must go home now!
These thoughts alone caused my chest size to grown exponentially and my "cups runneth over." Now, it was a scientific fact, I needed my baby!
At this point, I shoveled my remaining 3/4 plate of food into my mouth in a new TGIFriday's record, (portion control- whatever- I paid good money for each and every calorie and I'll be da.... sorry, family rated blog.... I mean, I didn't want my tasty salad to go to waste). Then, I hefted my huge diaper bag from under my chair.....eeerrrch.... realization that I didn't actually need the 4 diapers, wipes, extra underwear, change of toddler clothing, burp rag, crayons, paper, toys, pacifiers, fruit snacks, and extra ketchup for 4-year-old ketchup emergencies. I could have actually used the cute little purse I have at home buried in the bottom of my closet. Oh-well. I guess lugging the diaper bag around helped me burn a few extra calories.
After the ridiculously longest 20 minute drive-of-my-life, I arrived home. My kids who cannot survive 3 hours without me, (according to me), were in their beds. The 4 babysitters were taking turns making the baby laugh & coo and I was a twinge disappointed that no one seemed to have missed me too much... ok, maybe a little more than a twinge. I will have to spoil them all really good before the next excursion and hire a really mean sitter so that they will be sure to miss me.
How did the evening go for the kids? Baby, happy as can be. 2-year-old, happy as can be. 4-year-old, happy and in love. He has a new girlfriend- or 4. His 11-year-old girlfriend is going to be crushed when she finds out he is dumping her for a more mature 16-year-old. Liking the older women....greattttt. Apparently he even tried this line on her, "Don't you dare kiss me." It worked.
Time will only tell if I venture in to society alone again in another 3 months.
5.11.2008
CHALLENGE....Showdown
It has been one of those weeks.
The shortened condensed version is:
hurt back, pulled over by police for speeding, tantrums, hospitals, grandma died, scouts, took dinner to 2 different families, procrastinated church lesson, viewing, pulled over by police and late fee at the library.
Yes, all those things really happened. No- I didn't accidentally put the police thing twice- it happened twice- by the same officer- 5 days apart from each other.
Now then, I share all of this not to complain or ask for sympathy- but to help you understand why my house is a complete absolute horrific disaster. Not only did all of the above happen, but I also chose to "take Mother's Day off," which in and of itself could cause at-home-chaos.
On the way to church, I questioned if I had remembered to unplug my hot curlers. Now, obviously, to those who have been with this blog from the beginning, it is not often that I actually curl my hair. When I do, I usually forget to unplug the electronic hair miracle.....ok, moving on....
So, I am driving down the highway thinking, "I wonder if I unplugged the curlers." As I repeat my mental checklist of things I did while getting ready, I also thought, "My house is such a disaster. If anyone stops by I will be mortified." Please note, this thought was especially scary because of extended family, (fancy aunts and schmancy cousins from the big city and all), being in town for the funeral.
Then, looking at my children safely buckled in their car seats behind me, I also think, "My children are safely with me. We have good insurance. I would be completely fine if my house burned down while we are at church. Precious pictures of my children are somewhere in cyberspace. I have my credit card. No need to go back and double check the curlers."
Really, truly, I thought all of that.
Do I have a problem? Naaa.... just a really overwhelmingly messy house. And, in order to help myself out, you are all going to help motivate me by participating in this week's challenge full heartedly......... RIGHT???
Here goes:
We each have somewhere/something in our homes that is equal to an enemy.
Maybe it is your kitchen that has counter tops.....somewhere;
your french fry/crumb/wrapper infested vehicle;
the closet that can only be opened while wearing a safety helmet;
the flower bed that is a safe haven for all weeds known to mankind;
a laundry room that doubles as a walk-in clothes hamper;
grout in the tile that's original color is unknown;
between the couch cushions- no explanation necessary;
a junk drawer/cupboard that was organized.......once;
and many many more.
Pick and choose your battles, right?
Presenting the:
Showdown Challenge
Find that one chore that just needs to be done, the one chore that has been staring you down, the one chore that thinks it is winning and take back control!
For me, it will be the Showdown at the Kitchen Corral...I mean kitchen sink. (Sometimes I get a little carried away w/the cutesy writing- I'm assuming you are now thinking, "Ya think?") The dishes, pans from dinners not even enjoyed by me, and the grime.... yowsers.
Some of you are obviously better housekeepers than I. Hey, we all have our faults....but we can't talk about those, because we just finished up with last week's positive thinking challenge.
Anyhow- even though it may be small, I am sure you each have something- somewhere in your home that has been "attacking" you. Well, to this, I say CHARGE!!!!! Battle back, accept the challenge and I hope you conquer the enemy.
The shortened condensed version is:
hurt back, pulled over by police for speeding, tantrums, hospitals, grandma died, scouts, took dinner to 2 different families, procrastinated church lesson, viewing, pulled over by police and late fee at the library.
Yes, all those things really happened. No- I didn't accidentally put the police thing twice- it happened twice- by the same officer- 5 days apart from each other.
Now then, I share all of this not to complain or ask for sympathy- but to help you understand why my house is a complete absolute horrific disaster. Not only did all of the above happen, but I also chose to "take Mother's Day off," which in and of itself could cause at-home-chaos.
On the way to church, I questioned if I had remembered to unplug my hot curlers. Now, obviously, to those who have been with this blog from the beginning, it is not often that I actually curl my hair. When I do, I usually forget to unplug the electronic hair miracle.....ok, moving on....
So, I am driving down the highway thinking, "I wonder if I unplugged the curlers." As I repeat my mental checklist of things I did while getting ready, I also thought, "My house is such a disaster. If anyone stops by I will be mortified." Please note, this thought was especially scary because of extended family, (fancy aunts and schmancy cousins from the big city and all), being in town for the funeral.
Then, looking at my children safely buckled in their car seats behind me, I also think, "My children are safely with me. We have good insurance. I would be completely fine if my house burned down while we are at church. Precious pictures of my children are somewhere in cyberspace. I have my credit card. No need to go back and double check the curlers."
Really, truly, I thought all of that.
Do I have a problem? Naaa.... just a really overwhelmingly messy house. And, in order to help myself out, you are all going to help motivate me by participating in this week's challenge full heartedly......... RIGHT???
Here goes:
We each have somewhere/something in our homes that is equal to an enemy.
Maybe it is your kitchen that has counter tops.....somewhere;
your french fry/crumb/wrapper infested vehicle;
the closet that can only be opened while wearing a safety helmet;
the flower bed that is a safe haven for all weeds known to mankind;
a laundry room that doubles as a walk-in clothes hamper;
grout in the tile that's original color is unknown;
between the couch cushions- no explanation necessary;
a junk drawer/cupboard that was organized.......once;
and many many more.
Pick and choose your battles, right?
Presenting the:
Showdown Challenge
Find that one chore that just needs to be done, the one chore that has been staring you down, the one chore that thinks it is winning and take back control!
For me, it will be the Showdown at the Kitchen Corral...I mean kitchen sink. (Sometimes I get a little carried away w/the cutesy writing- I'm assuming you are now thinking, "Ya think?") The dishes, pans from dinners not even enjoyed by me, and the grime.... yowsers.
Some of you are obviously better housekeepers than I. Hey, we all have our faults....but we can't talk about those, because we just finished up with last week's positive thinking challenge.
Anyhow- even though it may be small, I am sure you each have something- somewhere in your home that has been "attacking" you. Well, to this, I say CHARGE!!!!! Battle back, accept the challenge and I hope you conquer the enemy.
5.09.2008
In honor of the holiday:
Over the course of the next few days, we will all hear/see/read lots of sappy Mother's Day tributes. Now, I love the sappy stuff as much as any other mom. My 4-year-old couldn't help but give me my gift early: a mismatched necklace strung with the best foam beads that a pre-school teacher can buy.... and I LOVE it.
However, we must have a little humor too. No mother can get through motherhood without lots and lots of humor. SO, without further delay:
You might be a mother like me if:
(I do not confess to actually have experienced all items on this list....but maybe I have....but I won't tell.....some things are just between me and....um, me.)
Jumping on a trampoline or sneezing has very unforeseen consequences, known as leakage.
You know how fruit loops and fruit snacks change the color of poop.
Silence in your home is not necessarily a good thing, but a dangerous clue to kid catastrophe.
Sliding your hand along the back of a couch, pillow or bedding results in major boogerage. (Boogerage just became my new favorite made-up word. Boogerage- say it out loud. You will like it too.)
You know to never ever change a newborn diaper of a little boy without some sort of industrial strength shield.
Making dinner, cleaning house and nursing a baby can all be done at the same time with the motivation that company is coming over.
Cleaning a pacifier with your own spit is ok under emergency no-water circumstances- and some emergency laziness circumstances.
You know who: Max, Emmi, George, Wyatt, Cassie, Zach, Emily Elizabeth and, (my personal favorite) Wheezie are.
You can describe, (in great detail), the differences between chicken nuggets at McDonald's and Wendy's.
You have ever paid your child money to eat broccoli.
Despite not ever thinking it was possible for any good mother to forget her child, you have forgotten them at an undisclosed location.... such as church...just an idea of where someone might accidentally forget their 2-year-old was with them if they happened to ever forget them
You can make 4 different meals out of 1 meal's leftovers.
Changing out of PJ's, (for you or your child), is optional on days you are not going anywhere.
Your child thinks that you "work" on the computer for untold amounts of time, when really you are blogging, surfing the web, shopping, etc.
3 children can be crying at the top of their lungs all at the same time while you "hide" to make a quick phone call.
The phone company keeps you on hold long enough to let 3 crying children find you right as you are finally taken off of hold.
When feeding a child/baby, you open your mouth in synchronized motions with the spoon. You may have caught yourself doing these same synchronized motions when watching your husband eat his dinner.
When having adult conversations, you still use the words: gotta go potty, tummy, yum yum and owie.
Your "curse" words have become: Oh man! Darn! Shoot! Jimney Cricket! Yikes! And, if you are really mad: What the heck?!
You term age in months, not years.
Last, but not least....you have at least one child convinced that maybe, just maybe you really do have eyes in the back of your head.
Ok-then, now it is your turn. I think what makes this blog fun is all of your wonderful additions to my shabby posts. Please let us all know what makes you a "real mom." If you aren't a mom yet, just add your 2 cents about your own mother or mothering your pet.
My sister-in-law makes one mighty fine mother for one lucky mutt named Rocca.
A friend w/o kids can clean her nieces' puke well enough that she should hold seminars for elementary school janitors. Mothering is a group effort in many cases.
Anyhoo- Have a wonderful Mother's Day to all of you present and future mother's. I will be thinking of you all when I doll up for church Sunday with my best-new-necklace ever.
However, we must have a little humor too. No mother can get through motherhood without lots and lots of humor. SO, without further delay:
You might be a mother like me if:
(I do not confess to actually have experienced all items on this list....but maybe I have....but I won't tell.....some things are just between me and....um, me.)
Jumping on a trampoline or sneezing has very unforeseen consequences, known as leakage.
You know how fruit loops and fruit snacks change the color of poop.
Silence in your home is not necessarily a good thing, but a dangerous clue to kid catastrophe.
Sliding your hand along the back of a couch, pillow or bedding results in major boogerage. (Boogerage just became my new favorite made-up word. Boogerage- say it out loud. You will like it too.)
You know to never ever change a newborn diaper of a little boy without some sort of industrial strength shield.
Making dinner, cleaning house and nursing a baby can all be done at the same time with the motivation that company is coming over.
Cleaning a pacifier with your own spit is ok under emergency no-water circumstances- and some emergency laziness circumstances.
You know who: Max, Emmi, George, Wyatt, Cassie, Zach, Emily Elizabeth and, (my personal favorite) Wheezie are.
You can describe, (in great detail), the differences between chicken nuggets at McDonald's and Wendy's.
You have ever paid your child money to eat broccoli.
Despite not ever thinking it was possible for any good mother to forget her child, you have forgotten them at an undisclosed location.... such as church...just an idea of where someone might accidentally forget their 2-year-old was with them if they happened to ever forget them
You can make 4 different meals out of 1 meal's leftovers.
Changing out of PJ's, (for you or your child), is optional on days you are not going anywhere.
Your child thinks that you "work" on the computer for untold amounts of time, when really you are blogging, surfing the web, shopping, etc.
3 children can be crying at the top of their lungs all at the same time while you "hide" to make a quick phone call.
The phone company keeps you on hold long enough to let 3 crying children find you right as you are finally taken off of hold.
When feeding a child/baby, you open your mouth in synchronized motions with the spoon. You may have caught yourself doing these same synchronized motions when watching your husband eat his dinner.
When having adult conversations, you still use the words: gotta go potty, tummy, yum yum and owie.
Your "curse" words have become: Oh man! Darn! Shoot! Jimney Cricket! Yikes! And, if you are really mad: What the heck?!
You term age in months, not years.
Last, but not least....you have at least one child convinced that maybe, just maybe you really do have eyes in the back of your head.
Ok-then, now it is your turn. I think what makes this blog fun is all of your wonderful additions to my shabby posts. Please let us all know what makes you a "real mom." If you aren't a mom yet, just add your 2 cents about your own mother or mothering your pet.
My sister-in-law makes one mighty fine mother for one lucky mutt named Rocca.
A friend w/o kids can clean her nieces' puke well enough that she should hold seminars for elementary school janitors. Mothering is a group effort in many cases.
Anyhoo- Have a wonderful Mother's Day to all of you present and future mother's. I will be thinking of you all when I doll up for church Sunday with my best-new-necklace ever.
5.06.2008
CHALLENGE.....awesome me
I have been toying with the idea of this challenge in my head for a few days now. This week's focus takes a bit of a detour off of funny road and points to serious land. This is part of the reason for the delay in posting. I hesitate to put anything too "deep" on this blog....so please bare with me.
After traveling for a week and then spending my midnight baby nursing hour catching up on blogs last night, I noticed a recurring theme. Many, many blogs have similarities: cute pics of kids/pets/spouse, cute stories, funny stories and journaling.
Another recurring theme: lately, it seems many women have posted about inadequacies. Or, rather feeling inadequate.
We go to the grocery store and see the woman with the perfect body- or the one with designer clothes.
My children are screaming for candy and the well-behaved children in the cart next to me are happily clutching their healthy carrot sticks.
What about blog surfing and thinking while seeing pictures:
Why is my house not as fancy/clean/cute as theirs?
She seems effortlessly beautiful.
Those kids are cute.... do mine look that cute to others?
I would like to steal an invented word from my good friend and "psychologize" for a moment. Please note, this is all from the not-so-genius head of mine and may include not-so-genius theories........
In our teens, most of us are awkward feeling, self conscious and highly aware of what others may/may not think. We grow up, we realize that life is so much better when we really become ourselves and allow those around us to truly see who we are. If any of you are like me, only a select few actually see the "real me." I worry about if what I say is really funny- or is it just to me? Why do I not worry about my make-up being perfect- except when I visit my hometown?
We think to ourselves, "If only......I lose x amount.....I had cuter decorations.....I could get my hair cut....I had more money." Even though we are mostly all grown up and know these thoughts are silly, we still do it.
I think that blogging has opened up a powerful, wonderful world for many of us. However, I think that it has also opened up a new venue for women to use for comparison. As if we didn't do this enough already.
49 of you voted on a poll a few weeks ago. 49 of you, (myself included), voted that you are not happy with your current weight, and several other things about yourselves. Why can't we accept, first and foremost, ourselves?
My mother has a quote on her mirror. Usually I tend to roll my eyes a little at such things, but this I love:
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, but there is something noble in being superior to your former self.
We don't need to be as good as, pretty as, smart as, clean as.... Isn't it funny how even as adults, we have to be reminded of the same lessons we teach our kids. For instance, after much whining, I say to my 4-year-old: Don't worry about what your sister is doing. You are different people. You like different things. It is ok. Worrying doesn't do any good... and on and on.
And thus, we have this week's challenge, the:
Awesome Me Challenge
If only for a week, you must make extra effort to think positive about yourself!
The requirements:
In three places, (IE: a note in your pocket, your blog & comments here), you must list 5 things good about yourself.
Now, be serious! 5 real things- sincerely wonderful things about yourself.
If you notice yourself comparing; stop. Take a deep breath and review your 5 things.
Also, find one sincere reason to like the person you are comparing yourself to.
Read your 5 things out loud sometime during the day, every day until the end of the week.
Being superior to your former self? I think that it is so important to be happy with who we are, content with what we have- but also trying to improve- not just wanting to. There is nothing wrong with trying to better ourselves- the key is to do it for ourselves- not in order to compete with others. Find the one thing about yourself that you really want to change, and take that first itsy bitsy baby step in the right direction. And, try to be satisfied w/that first step.
I have such a long ways to go on this challenge. I need to look at the pictures on your blogs and be happy for your beautiful homes, clean faced/no snot noses/darling children. AND, to quit wishing a few things were different, accept what I can't change, be happy with what I have and put a little effort into a little self-improvement........ even if that means just doing 10 sit ups each day instead of none.
Have a positively happy week!
After traveling for a week and then spending my midnight baby nursing hour catching up on blogs last night, I noticed a recurring theme. Many, many blogs have similarities: cute pics of kids/pets/spouse, cute stories, funny stories and journaling.
Another recurring theme: lately, it seems many women have posted about inadequacies. Or, rather feeling inadequate.
We go to the grocery store and see the woman with the perfect body- or the one with designer clothes.
My children are screaming for candy and the well-behaved children in the cart next to me are happily clutching their healthy carrot sticks.
What about blog surfing and thinking while seeing pictures:
Why is my house not as fancy/clean/cute as theirs?
She seems effortlessly beautiful.
Those kids are cute.... do mine look that cute to others?
I would like to steal an invented word from my good friend and "psychologize" for a moment. Please note, this is all from the not-so-genius head of mine and may include not-so-genius theories........
In our teens, most of us are awkward feeling, self conscious and highly aware of what others may/may not think. We grow up, we realize that life is so much better when we really become ourselves and allow those around us to truly see who we are. If any of you are like me, only a select few actually see the "real me." I worry about if what I say is really funny- or is it just to me? Why do I not worry about my make-up being perfect- except when I visit my hometown?
We think to ourselves, "If only......I lose x amount.....I had cuter decorations.....I could get my hair cut....I had more money." Even though we are mostly all grown up and know these thoughts are silly, we still do it.
I think that blogging has opened up a powerful, wonderful world for many of us. However, I think that it has also opened up a new venue for women to use for comparison. As if we didn't do this enough already.
49 of you voted on a poll a few weeks ago. 49 of you, (myself included), voted that you are not happy with your current weight, and several other things about yourselves. Why can't we accept, first and foremost, ourselves?
My mother has a quote on her mirror. Usually I tend to roll my eyes a little at such things, but this I love:
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, but there is something noble in being superior to your former self.
We don't need to be as good as, pretty as, smart as, clean as.... Isn't it funny how even as adults, we have to be reminded of the same lessons we teach our kids. For instance, after much whining, I say to my 4-year-old: Don't worry about what your sister is doing. You are different people. You like different things. It is ok. Worrying doesn't do any good... and on and on.
And thus, we have this week's challenge, the:
Awesome Me Challenge
If only for a week, you must make extra effort to think positive about yourself!
The requirements:
In three places, (IE: a note in your pocket, your blog & comments here), you must list 5 things good about yourself.
Now, be serious! 5 real things- sincerely wonderful things about yourself.
If you notice yourself comparing; stop. Take a deep breath and review your 5 things.
Also, find one sincere reason to like the person you are comparing yourself to.
Read your 5 things out loud sometime during the day, every day until the end of the week.
Being superior to your former self? I think that it is so important to be happy with who we are, content with what we have- but also trying to improve- not just wanting to. There is nothing wrong with trying to better ourselves- the key is to do it for ourselves- not in order to compete with others. Find the one thing about yourself that you really want to change, and take that first itsy bitsy baby step in the right direction. And, try to be satisfied w/that first step.
I have such a long ways to go on this challenge. I need to look at the pictures on your blogs and be happy for your beautiful homes, clean faced/no snot noses/darling children. AND, to quit wishing a few things were different, accept what I can't change, be happy with what I have and put a little effort into a little self-improvement........ even if that means just doing 10 sit ups each day instead of none.
Have a positively happy week!
5.05.2008
Challenge? No Challenge?
SOOO- in the midst of extended-family bonding, I have neglected to dream up a challenge due to lengthy conversations with an almost-crazy relative. Ok- well really, the conversation wasn't that long- I am just a bit of a slacker. However, as I drive cross-state for the rest of the day, I am sure that a fabulous idea will come to me.
Consider my love of procrastination to be a gift. This week will be a 6 day challenge- not 7. Enjoy your time off today.
Oh- and the final lesson of our vacation? If you plan to show your small children the cute new kittens at Grandpa's house, be sure to check that they are still alive first.
Consider my love of procrastination to be a gift. This week will be a 6 day challenge- not 7. Enjoy your time off today.
Oh- and the final lesson of our vacation? If you plan to show your small children the cute new kittens at Grandpa's house, be sure to check that they are still alive first.
5.03.2008
a few lessons learned
I have been traveling this week, thus the lack of self-deprecating humor on this blog. Hopefully, all of you legions of Ponytail Challengers are not too impatient with my lack-luster entertainment this week.
So, far I have learned in my travels:
1 mom and 3 children, (ages 4, 2 and 3 months) can survive 5 hours in a vehicle by playing "Paper, Rock, Scissors" over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. And, then, play it one more time, just for fun.
Crossing you fingers and making a wish does not make your vehicle get better gas mileage.
Yellow suckers have the best flavor. It only takes 8 suckers to come to that conclusion.
9 children under the age of 6 can get along for several days as long as there is a case of fruit snacks.
DO NOT take 9 children under the age of 6 to a college graduation ceremony and expect to actually watch.....or listen.... to the ceremony.
Fancy ladies should not sit in front of 9 children at a graduation ceremony.
Your 3-month-old baby should not make those little noises that accompany little smells, 6-inches behind fancy ladies' heads.
Do NOT let your 4-year-old stand next to the tech guy filming, recording and handling the audio at a college graduation ceremony. Tecg-guy gets a little nervous.
4-year-olds really like tech guy's lap top.
If you are throwing a party, the turn-out is probably much better if you actually invite people.
Taking your 4-year-old to the dentist and leaving $800 and 6 cavities later will not make a mother feel good about her mothering skills.
If the dentist office brings the mother close to tears, the child will get extra prizes and not one, but 2 really cool toothbrushes.
Yes- I said 6 cavities, I didn't believe it either, and yes, I feel really bad. Yes, we are now flossing....often. No, we will not be eating cases of fruit snacks or sucking on suckers during 5 hour car drives anymore.
By the way, all of these lessons were learned with smooth legs. As I hung my head in shame, I was looking at darling bright red polished toenails. It made all the difference. (see "L is for legs" challenge below)
I am sure there will be a few more enlightening lessons that I will learn in the next few days. Until then.....
So, far I have learned in my travels:
1 mom and 3 children, (ages 4, 2 and 3 months) can survive 5 hours in a vehicle by playing "Paper, Rock, Scissors" over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. And, then, play it one more time, just for fun.
Crossing you fingers and making a wish does not make your vehicle get better gas mileage.
Yellow suckers have the best flavor. It only takes 8 suckers to come to that conclusion.
9 children under the age of 6 can get along for several days as long as there is a case of fruit snacks.
DO NOT take 9 children under the age of 6 to a college graduation ceremony and expect to actually watch.....or listen.... to the ceremony.
Fancy ladies should not sit in front of 9 children at a graduation ceremony.
Your 3-month-old baby should not make those little noises that accompany little smells, 6-inches behind fancy ladies' heads.
Do NOT let your 4-year-old stand next to the tech guy filming, recording and handling the audio at a college graduation ceremony. Tecg-guy gets a little nervous.
4-year-olds really like tech guy's lap top.
If you are throwing a party, the turn-out is probably much better if you actually invite people.
Taking your 4-year-old to the dentist and leaving $800 and 6 cavities later will not make a mother feel good about her mothering skills.
If the dentist office brings the mother close to tears, the child will get extra prizes and not one, but 2 really cool toothbrushes.
Yes- I said 6 cavities, I didn't believe it either, and yes, I feel really bad. Yes, we are now flossing....often. No, we will not be eating cases of fruit snacks or sucking on suckers during 5 hour car drives anymore.
By the way, all of these lessons were learned with smooth legs. As I hung my head in shame, I was looking at darling bright red polished toenails. It made all the difference. (see "L is for legs" challenge below)
I am sure there will be a few more enlightening lessons that I will learn in the next few days. Until then.....
5.01.2008
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