A Budding Author or Attorney, You Decide.

27 Mar

Every afternoon, upon getting home from school. I go through Miss Sassy Pants’ folder and review any work that has come home. I enjoy those few minutes getting a glimpse into her school work. How is she doing in Math? Getting more confident. How about Art? Pretty good if I say so myself.

Reading and Writing?

You decide.

This came home today:

Penguin for a Pet

Directions: Write an opinion on whether or not you think we should get a penguin for a class pet.

(as Miss Sassy Pants wrote: her words, punctuation, spelling,  etc.)

Are you crazy? a penguin for a class pet? I think a penguin for a penguin for a class pet is not a good idea. First of all, if we get a penguin we will have to get fish. And fish are stinky. Also if we get a penguin, it would have to be cold in our room. Finaly I think it would be a bad idea to get a penguin for a class pet because if it already has a mate it could lay an egg. As you can see these are my reasons to not get a penguin for a class pet.

 

If you do not know, Miss Sassy Pants is in second grade.

 

So what do you think, future author or future attorney?

Either way, I’m going to be in big time trouble when she hits the teen years.

A Passing Fancy

21 Mar

If everyone who lived under my roof could please wear the same clothes for the next three days; I just might be able to catch up on the laundry.

Of course, there are the damn dishes….

Accidental Hiatus

13 Mar

I didn’t mean to do it. I never intended to take a blogging hiatus, at all.

We moved across the country, again.

There was a lot of unpacking, organizing and donating of all this extra crap, cause I just can’t stand it any more, to be done.

We had to figure our way through a new school, a new church, make that two, and other social niceties.

Mr. Crabby Pants turned two and has been dubbed Mr. Bossy Britches.

I can sum up all these months of ups and downs, twists and turns with just one quote.

“The person you need, is Nanny McPhee!”

Did you hear Emma Thompson?

If anyone knows how I can track her down, let me know. 

After all, she’s not in the book.

Not Applicable!??

28 May
Eeyore as depicted by Disney

Eeyore as depicted by Disney (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This past week or so has been a doozy. Not only am I packing up our place solo, but the kids and I were in a bit of a fender bender. As a result, I am sore all over. The middle of my back feels like I took a swift kick from a donkey.

Erring on the side of caution, and under the advice of several friends and family, I had it looked at. As I was filling out the forms and answering the routine questions, it came up: What do you do? (for a living). I’m a stay at home mom. Oh…… (dead silence). Three separate occasions this week, I’ve been asked this question with varying responses to my answer.  All vague and non-committal as if the person asking the question doesn’t know how to process parenthood as a profession.

A quick exam by the doctor and a few x-rays for good measure confirm that all is well. Just a muscle strain and a spasm. No medication since I’m still breastfeeding. $50 bucks and I’m on my way, trying to convince myself that the $50 for reassurance that nothing serious was going on, was well worth it.

And then…

My husband, through circumstances beyond his control, ended up at the same urgent care also with back pain. HE brings home multiple prescriptions, photo copies of stretches he’s supposed to do nightly AND work restrictions.

Ok.

The next morning, Mr Crabby Pants is crying at my husband’s knees, I’ve got my hands full, and my husband looks at me and says with a degree of frustration, “Honey, can you get him, I’ve got work restrictions.”

That was the moment.That’s when it finally sunk in.

For those of us Mom’s (stay at home or otherwise) THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS WORK RESTRICTIONS! That whole section on the after-care release forms became Not Applicable the moment I said I was a stay at home mom.

No work restrictions for this or any stay at home mom. If the kid is crying, we pick him up! Blood, puke, snot or tears, it’s always Mommy to the rescue.

And, at the end of the day, after that friendly kick from Eeyore really settles in, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Why Do I Feel Guilty?

23 May

As I mentioned the other day, I was rear-ended while leaving church the other day. It wasn’t a “serious accident” and aside from a little soreness, all is well with us. The car is already in the shop and I’m scooting around town in a rental. Thankfully all the claim stuff is going smoothly, though they did find additional repairs that needed to be done and rather than 4 days to fix I just got an email saying it would be next Friday. Breathe. Because the Thursday after that is moving day and I’m going to need my car to move across the country.

What I’m at a loss over, is the amount of guilt I’m feeling over this whole thing. I didn’t do anything but sit at a stop sign and WHAM! Why do I feel guilty? I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I feel guilty for the claim that is going through the other driver’s insurance company. I feel bad that I had to replace my car seats. I even feel guilty for the nagging back pain that took me to the urgent care center for x-rays this morning.

I should be Super-Mommy and sale right through all of this right?

I wonder if there some technical-psychological term for what I’m feeling. My eye is twitching and my blood pressure was high for the very first time in my life.

I think I need to go lie down.

Mr Crabby Pants is napping and I think I’ll take my cue from him.

 

That Wasn’t In My Master-Plan!

20 May
Superman making his debut in Action Comics No....

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m a planning/organizing geek. Or maybe freak is a better fit.

Either way, when I realized just how short of a time-frame I would be packing up our household (mostly solo), I grabbed a pen and paper and Made A LIST! Then, I drew out a master schedule, day-by-day and assigned tasks accordingly. Visit from Sister and Brother-In-Law, no problem! I left those days blank. Birthday Party? Check! I got it covered. Until a couple of days ago, I was not only on target, but possibly a little ahead of schedule.

Then, Mr Crabby Pants took a little tumble, and landed just so as to end up needing a staple in his head.

Ok, I got it. We’re moving along. Of course for some reason that song “Kryptonite” keeps  popping up in my head: If I go crazy, then will you still call me Superman? I attribute this partly to the Superman bandages I bought to prevent him from DIY staple removal.

What I did NOT plan on, was being rear-ended on my way home from church yesterday. It’s T-minus 3 weeks to till we are rolling out-of-town here and CAR REPAIRS were not on my master list! Thankfully we’re all ok. But, seriously, I need to be able to access my trunk.

I’m waiting for a claim rep to get in contact with me, “Sometime before 5″, according to the Customer Service Rep I talked with yesterday.

Can you hear my fingers drumming? Can you???

Mama, I’m Watching You

11 May

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We learn from watching others.

Simple as that, from the beginning of time.

These days I’m equal parts amazed, astounded and appalled by what Mr Crabby Pants can get up to just by watching me.  For example, I found it amazing when he decided he wants to start using the toilet (going through the motions) at less than 18 mos old. I was appalled when he removed the “childproof” cap from a bottle of children’s ibuprofen I had on my dresser. You see?

He’s not the only one who watches and learns, though. I do too. I have been watching and learning from other moms for years before I became a mom myself. In the spirit of Mother’s Day, I’m sharing some of the Top Tips that I’ve learned:

1: Never sit down to breastfeed a baby without a large glass of water within arms reach.

2. Sleep when your baby sleeps. Hard to do, I know, but essential for survival when said baby is pulling all-nighters.

3. Read to your baby. Even if it’s boring grown-up stuff, they will grow into readers by your example.

4. It’s ok to not feel comfortable breastfeeding in front of your father-in-law.

5. It’s ok to feel comfortable breastfeeding whenever and wherever that screaming baby demands it.

6. A full body hug from Mom can sooth any owwie.

7. Finishing what your child doesn’t eat is natural.

8. Singing with your kids is fun.

9.It’s ok not to use the phrase “Use Your Words”, because you don’t know what that means.

10. Sometimes, Mommy needs a time out too.

5 minutes all to myself……….. I’ll take it!

If only in my dreams.

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

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