Archive | May, 2013

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!

 

Nothing But A Breeze

3 May

149Do you have a soundtrack to your life? Are there those songs that bring memories, give comfort, or otherwise insinuate themselves into your lives?

For days now, I’ve had a  Jimmy Buffett song in my head. Here’s a small taste:

Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea is too strong

I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North

In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere
Where the houses aren’t all the same

Jimmy, I wish you would take me
Where the grass is greener
I really couldn’t say where it may be
Somewhere up high on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea

And there we’ll do just as we please
It ain’t nothing but a breeze

What does this mean???? It mean’s we’re moving. We’re leaving Texas and heading up to the Midwest. Not my hometown, but closer. My husband has been presented with a Golden Opportunity and he’s taking it with both hands and a huge smile on his face.

As I explain all of this and the implications to Miss Sassy Pants, I try to keep my thoughts together. I’m excited and anxious and a whole host of things. I hope we like it there, I hope her school is every bit as fabulous as ours is here. I hope she and I can make friends. On and on. My sweet and sassy girl looked at me at this point and said. “We will, it’s what we do. It’s my talent.” So it is, and I’m so proud of her. I could burst.

I’ve always been one to jump into a new opportunity with a full and hopeful heart. My husband is thankfully like-minded and I’m happy to say our darling girl is following suit.

So keep us in your prayers for a smooth transition, because it’s happening and it’s happening FAST!

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