Crazy House!

Well it’s been some time… back to school has been really busy.

For all of us in the house… Beanie, Roo, me and Daddy too.

Now that I’m teaching we’re on a completely different schedule. I am out of the house two nights a week and so it’s up to Daddy to get the girls, feed them, play princess with them, clean them, tuck them in and then I think he basically collapses.

No he doesn’t… he does the laundry. I hate the laundry. I really do. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’d rather clean the toilet than do laundry!

I’m no quite sure what it is abou laundry, but it’s just not my thing.

I do love my hubby though … he keeps clean clothes on our bottoms.

Today I salute you my love… thank you for all you do for us!

First Day of School – A Mommy’s Point of View

So today Beanie has embarked on a new adventure – School.

All set in her little uniform. Hair in a pony tail, bangs clipped to the side. White and pink sneakers – not a scuff to be seen. Tinker Bell lunch bag filled with all her favorites – peanut butter sandwhich, carrots, chocolate pudding, juice and a special napkin note tucked inside – just to let her know I was thinking about her and how much I loved her.

It was two day’s before she was due. My husband and I were in her perfect purple room, looking around one last time to be sure everything was just right for her arrival. Just before we left, I stopped and stared at this empty crib. I let all the emotions of anticipation fill within me. If I close my eyes, I am right back at that moment.  

I looked at my husband and said: “She’s going to be here soon. She’s going to be sleeping right here!”

Now, like a big girl, she’s at school. I’m crying because my first born is off being a big girl. She’s growing. She’s learning. She’s starting her life. I can no longer be there every minute for her. I can’t put the bandaide on her when she falls. I won’t be there when she finds something funny. I am not able to share in her daily experiences.

My tears are filled with a certain sense of sadness. I am sad for myself. For the years that have passed.

Beanie is not sad though. She is more excited than anyone could ever imagine. She could not wait to go through those doors, down that shiny hall and be a part of her class.

For all the mothers out there this week sending off their little “Beanies” here is a poem from Khalil Gibran. Read it. Let the words wash over you. For you, as a mother, are the bow and your child is truly the arrow.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
“Speak to us of Children.”
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
                                                                            Khalil Gibran

Potty Mouth!

What is it with swearing and parents and kids?

This is me... I know gross... but true

I admit, I’m a potty mouth.

I could probably rival any trucker out there on a good day.

Recently my husband started putting me on speaker phone. Do you even know how annoying that is? I’m swearing away as happy as a clam and then he interrupts and says “Um… you’re on speaker.”

GRRRRRR

I’m going to put forth a huge effort to stop, but a friend of mine – also a PM – said it’s ok to swear, even in front of the kids as long as you put something kid friendly at the end.

Here are some glorious examples…

Mother F@%#!r Ice cream

Sh*t M &M’s

Dammit cup cakes

A$$ Hole Fluffy Fairy

The thought here is that the kids will only remember the ending so it’s OK to swear.

Hmmm… I’m still thinking about this one…

Anyhow, to my lovely spekerphone husband… we’re driving along one day and some guy pulls out in front of him and he says “F’in Jack Wad”…

Then Beanie questions “Daddy why is that man an F’in Jack Wad?”

Yes Daddy, why is that man an “F’in Jack Wad?”

That’ll teach him to continue to put me on speaker!