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Written by CC   
Monday, 07 January 2013 09:26

So it’s the firstearrings day of school, after Christmas break.  Mothers around the country are sighing relief.  Finally, the kids are back in school.  Finally, they can pick up the house, have coffee by themselves on the back porch, or like me…  they can make some money again.  We need that shit around here after the holidays!  So I sift through my list of 4,298 things to do this morning.  And yes, I do imagine that I will do them all as I buzz around, going faster than the speed of light…  and still not crossing anything off.  How does that happen?  How can I buzz for hours

Marry Your Cousin PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Thursday, 03 January 2013 09:59

There are some discoveries a child makes, that make us proud.  Others make us believe in God and love and heaven.  Still others, well, they make us throw up a little in our mouths and maybe wonder if shock therapy is in order.  But as I always say to myself, “When you feel like it’s all too much, find a little humor in it.  It’s probably not as bad as you think.  If it IS that bad, have a drink.”  Okay, I’ve never said that.


Yah, what’s that a lead up to, right?  Well, we recently had a visit from my husband’s parents, little brother, his wife and their two kids.  You guessed it, we spent the holiday known as Christmas (to our family anyway) together.  And you always hope that the time spent with family will resemble some lovely black and white movie with music playing instead of a video game fight scene.  So you hope and pray and stand back. 


And like every good thing that happens in my life as a parent, my kids help me find the razor at the bottom of the half full glass.  I’m the eternal optimist.  And yet, I know now that means I am sometimes an idiot. 

When You Wake Up... PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 14 December 2012 07:16

wake upMy kids get up early in the morning, every morning.  Every since my Mack was a baby, he would never sleep past 4:30 AM, 5:30 now.  Well, need I mention, THAT BLOWS!  Seriously, I am a night owl, and 4:30 AM comes much too close to 12:30 AM, when I like to go to bed.  In fact, it’s so close that it doesn’t qualify as a good night’s sleep, let alone a nap.  So we got him a cat when he was 4.  He would wake up with the cat for entertainment, and we would sleep eyes half-open for an extra hour in the mornings just in case he tried anything creative.  And he usually did.  But the cat died 4 months later.  Damn that cat!  The vet couldn’t figure out why he’d died, but I knew.  He’d been waking up too early for 4 months.  Luckily, my constitution is much stronger.  I’ve lasted 9 years now without the appropriate amount of sleep.


So we got him a little brother.  Turns out he started waking his little brother up early each morning, which brings us circa right now on the time continuum.  Here I am, the parent of a child who doesn’t need a lot of sleep (theoretically) and a child who is woken too early by the child who doesn’t need that much sleep.  And I am tired of it. 

Find Your Happy Place, Damnit! PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 30 November 2012 09:21

I picked up my kids from school yesterday.  I haven’t picked them up from school much for the last 7 weeks.  It’s been an adjustment for me, not being there for everything.  And I’ve written about it before, but the hardest part of the work to family mood change is the level of chaos.  I go from an orderly world where people speak respectfully for the most part to a world where there is arguing and loud voices.  And I feel my insides tighten slightly.  I say to myself, “Relax.  In a minute you’ll remember how to filter out all that noise and confusion.”  So I squeeze my face and try to relax.  And for the record, that’s not how you relax. 


So yesterday after squeezing for a moment and still feeling this slight panic rising in me---I asked the boys to take a moment and be completely quiet.  Shockingly, I didn’t read that in a parenting book, especially not one for boys.  But I told them to be completely silent for 2 minutes.  I wanted them to find something a happy place inside.  I explained the level of chaos in the car was too high, and we all needed to find some peace before we moved on.

The Kids Make Fun Of Me PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 16 November 2012 07:57

In usual dramatic fashion, my 5 year old, Zoom, had a talk with me the other day.  He told me the kids at school were making fun of him—for not having candy in his lunch.  Dot, dot, dot. 


Okay, I think that’s the entire blog.  Because obviously I was torn with remorse and sadness at the idea of my poor child being ridiculed and tormented because his mother didn’t send candy to school with him.  And I could picture their cries and laughter as he pulled out yet another strange healthy lunch.


Nope, I couldn’t picture it.  Not for one stinking minute.  Besides, I don’t think he’s the type to get made fun of relentlessly, at least at this point.  But in fun and fairness, I asked him…


“They make fun of you?” 


“Yes, mom.”  The face associated with this comment was dreary and full of fake sadness that those awful fake children had instilled in his soul.  He put his head down on the table as if the burden was too much.

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