Mommy Rehab

Life hands me lemons...well, usually. But this weekend was full of yummy beautiful lemonade - complete with my bestest friend ever and peace and quiet. Oh the bliss of spending an entire day at the Ritz-Carlton Spa. Lounge by the pool and be waited on hand and foot. You want a water? Poof! It's there. You want fruit? Poof!

My friend and I imagined what our lives would be like if we were "kept women" and we could do a spa day every day. Shoot - I would settle for once a month! It's nice to have someone wait on you for once. And, to eat lunch while it's still hot. And, to enjoy adult conversation that doesn't involve interruptions of someone yelling "I want..." You fill in the blank there. Oh, and the best part? A conversation that doesn't include the word poop. Ok, ok...it's still funny, but I didn't have to say it.

What do you do to decompress from normal life?

Soccer Mom

My son is signed up and on a team for soccer. I'm officially a soccer mom. Yep...I've become exactly what I said I would never be. I will be there for every game - cheering on the sidelines. And, I'll bring juice or cookies for the kids when it's my turn. Here's the definition of a soccer mom, but I have my own definition.

Here's my Top 5 List of what I won't do, and thus, by my own definition, just makes me not a soccer mom, but really just a regular cool mom:

5. I will not drive a minivan.


















4. I will not cut my hair super short.

3. I will not bring ridiculous equipment such that it appears as though I'm camping out.

2. I will not yell at refs or coaches for not playing my kid, nor will I yell at my kid or indicate to him in any way that he's "not good enough."

1. I will not wear mom jeans.








Now it's in writing. If you see me doing any of these things, please shake me.

Birthdays

When you're a mom, birthdays have different meaning. Funny thing is, your birthday doesn't really mean too much. You still have to wake up in the morning, go to work, get the kids to school -- just like any other day. I told my son that today was my birthday. He didn't care too much. He just looked at me like I had vines growing from my head and went about doing his own thing. But I do appreciate what my mother did for me on this day. She carried me for 10 months, went through child birth and did the whole mommy thing for me.

I will relish in the fact that today is my birthday and I can do what I want. I will eat what I want. I will be thankful for another wonderful year of life. And, if I'm lucky, I'll get a homemade card.

So, here's to year 31. I wouldn't trade the last 30 for anything.

Overwhelmed and Grossly Underpaid

Ever get the feeling that the people at work know just how stressed you are at home and want to seek revenge on you? That's how I've felt all week.

I feel like everything at home just keeps stacking up. There are just not enough hours in the day to get everything done and still have an ounce of sanity. Laundry, groceries, dishes, toys and pretty much everything else have been piling up. I don't get paid to do those things!

Breathe.

Tomorrow is Saturday. I want to have fun. Instead I will be catching up on all things in the pile. Let's hope the kids and the husband cooperate.

At the End of the Day

My day at work was just plain bad. Not only was I highly annoyed with everyone's hair on fire at work, but I got "reprimanded" for something that had NOTHING to do with me. Nothing like getting a finger pointed in the wrong direction. So, as I put out all the fires and turn the fingers away from me and pointing to the REAL problem I find myself in a funk.

I stewed all day at about the assinine requests and allegations. But as I arrived at the daycare to pick up the kids it all went away. I was greeted by my son with a big hug. The big squeezy kind that really mean they missed you. And a big "Hiiiiiiiiiii" from my 13-month-old daughter.

Life was good again. But I do not look forward to another day at work!

Back to School

My oldest son is now 4 and started Voluntary Pre-Kindergarten (VPK). He hated it. Apparently it wasn't the teacher. It wasn't his classmates. It was because he had hiccups. My youngest, who is now 13 months old, woke up three times in the middle of the night. Who knows what that means. Is it just me - or do you kinda like the "school year?" It definitely makes you get into a routine and makes life relatively normal. Now if I could only sync up a good dinner schedule, working out and time to do laundry we'll be set.

I'm baaaaaaack!

Oh the joys! I can finally write posts again. Please stay tuned as my blogging will be restored for your and my enjoyment.