So my HD wants some BJ action, and I am all up for the quickie, but other secretions...?
Oh that got your attention did it? Sorry to say folks but this is not a sex blog it IS a mommy blog so go find some bunny action elsewhere.
I am having a pre-K issue; issue meaning, I think my daughter's teacher is either on crack or doing triple shots of espresso every-freaking-hour. Really though she talks like 90 miles per minute and every time I ask her about a field trip I'm not sure if she gave me the date or said she'd call me later. It is worse than waiting for a one night stand to return your call.
So (the teacher) Miss D finally called me, at work by the way, and proceeded to put me on hold. For the 2 minutes I was on hold I imagined every possible mutilation that BG might be experiencing. The "sitch" pick your kid up 15 minutes early because Miss D has a meeting. WTF, then in real speak...What the Fuck!! (no kids around realization I could curse out loud).
Ahh the life of pre-K. I am also currently having a bout of the terrible twos. BB is determined to throw one hellacious fit the minute I walk through the door. He is an angel for grandma, decent for dad, good around strangers, and the spawn of evil for mommy.
I love my life, my kids, the pre-K crack addict, I really do. It keeps life, after my boring 50 hours a week, sane. If I didn't have the chaos I might get complacent and think this is actually a great place to get comfortable. I might forget that at the heart of it I am this crazy sorta hippie, completely bohemian artist. I might forget that I'd rather have my kids say "my mom was this crazy artist with integrity." vs "My mom the ops sup she worked a lot, and boy did we throw some parties..."
This blog is disjointed at best. I am in the process of evaluating being 30+ and deciding where to go from here. I'll try to be more intelligible later, until then Peace..Love..Green Chile and Crab Cakes (MD style). -out
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
If you see my reflection...
"can I handle the seasons' of my life?"...
"time makes you bolder and children get older, well I'm getting older too."...
I just can't listen to this song the same way that I did when I was 25. Does seven years really make that much of a difference? I guess my answer would be yes. If you had asked me then if I would be a working mom in a dual income family I would have said.."Fuck no, I'm not ever having kids." woah-hoho look at me now.
Then: Age 25, Charm City, had the "hook up" (aka Larry, guitar strings, and zucchini) happily married, crazy fun, especially when entertaining larry and alcohol. This is the kind of code I spoke in then, it made perfect sense to me.
Now: Age 32, kids (aka BG and BB) happily married to HD, still fun not-so-crazy, especially with the occasional glass of red wine or a beer. This is the kind of code I speak in now, and it makes no sense.
Where will I be at 45 and 52? Will I have developed yet another code, jargon language that seem sensible and senseless at the same time? I certainly don't have the answer to that right now, but I can't wait to find out! Imagine living forever, what then? Man oh man what an adventure.
"I took my love, I took it down, Climbed a mountain and I turned around"...
"Can the child within my heart rise above?"...
"time makes you bolder and children get older, well I'm getting older too."...
I just can't listen to this song the same way that I did when I was 25. Does seven years really make that much of a difference? I guess my answer would be yes. If you had asked me then if I would be a working mom in a dual income family I would have said.."Fuck no, I'm not ever having kids." woah-hoho look at me now.
Then: Age 25, Charm City, had the "hook up" (aka Larry, guitar strings, and zucchini) happily married, crazy fun, especially when entertaining larry and alcohol. This is the kind of code I spoke in then, it made perfect sense to me.
Now: Age 32, kids (aka BG and BB) happily married to HD, still fun not-so-crazy, especially with the occasional glass of red wine or a beer. This is the kind of code I speak in now, and it makes no sense.
Where will I be at 45 and 52? Will I have developed yet another code, jargon language that seem sensible and senseless at the same time? I certainly don't have the answer to that right now, but I can't wait to find out! Imagine living forever, what then? Man oh man what an adventure.
"I took my love, I took it down, Climbed a mountain and I turned around"...
"Can the child within my heart rise above?"...
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Mamacita says...
Mamacita Caliente says: "Better to be a bad mommy blogger than a bad mommy."
Ok so it has been a while since I have set anything down on these pages. Where do I start? Well BG loves school, her exact words "mom, school is fun but we don't really learn stuff we just get to play, and thats okay don't you think?" Uhm, yeah I do think!
I had my first parent teacher conference yesterday and am pleased to report that BG has only 2 outstanding issues; 1. She doesn't clean up when it is time (honestly can't say I was surprised by this one), she likes to dance to the clean up song and ignore her teacher, hmmm, 2. She really spends a lot of time washing her hands. Well I am not putting her into therapy just yet, though we may have to keep an eye on that hand-washing thing!
We have a saying around our house "if it isn't crazy and chaotic then it wouldn't be our life." Well we have been trying to hold up our end of that bargain. I have been ecstatic to be a stay at home mom again, well minus the screaming fits that my two year old has perfected (but only when I am on the phone, in public, or trying to think through a blog). It has taken me just shy of three months to adjust to this stay at home role. So what do I go and do? I am going back to work.
The company that so graciously laid me off three months ago came back with a job offer. I know you all probably think I am a glutton for punishment, but they made an offer I couldn't refuse on an account that has a contract guaranteed for the next 6 months. They are going to work with my schedule let me take BG to school and I get off in time to pick her up. Here is the point where I take back anything I ever said about my Mom, and kiss her feet for agreeing to watch my little "angels" for a few hours each day.
I feel like a Rat's ass. Yup, I know that going back to work, at least as far as my pocket book, bill collectors, and the upcoming holiday's go, is a good idea. I just feel like I am failing somehow. Maybe not so much failing as kicking myself for not appreciating the last three month's more. Gack! Here's is the part where my diatribe turns to mush and I start crying and carrying on. Hey I feel better already.
I am up and down but determined to enjoy the ride. As my M-I-L likes to put it "kids are resilient little stinkers" so I know they'll be fine. Mommy on the other hand, well y'all know I'll be a basket case. It will be interesting being a two income family, we'll have to make sure and appreciate the down time, and I sure as hell won't be the only one doing the dishes! PLGC -out
Ok so it has been a while since I have set anything down on these pages. Where do I start? Well BG loves school, her exact words "mom, school is fun but we don't really learn stuff we just get to play, and thats okay don't you think?" Uhm, yeah I do think!
I had my first parent teacher conference yesterday and am pleased to report that BG has only 2 outstanding issues; 1. She doesn't clean up when it is time (honestly can't say I was surprised by this one), she likes to dance to the clean up song and ignore her teacher, hmmm, 2. She really spends a lot of time washing her hands. Well I am not putting her into therapy just yet, though we may have to keep an eye on that hand-washing thing!
We have a saying around our house "if it isn't crazy and chaotic then it wouldn't be our life." Well we have been trying to hold up our end of that bargain. I have been ecstatic to be a stay at home mom again, well minus the screaming fits that my two year old has perfected (but only when I am on the phone, in public, or trying to think through a blog). It has taken me just shy of three months to adjust to this stay at home role. So what do I go and do? I am going back to work.
The company that so graciously laid me off three months ago came back with a job offer. I know you all probably think I am a glutton for punishment, but they made an offer I couldn't refuse on an account that has a contract guaranteed for the next 6 months. They are going to work with my schedule let me take BG to school and I get off in time to pick her up. Here is the point where I take back anything I ever said about my Mom, and kiss her feet for agreeing to watch my little "angels" for a few hours each day.
I feel like a Rat's ass. Yup, I know that going back to work, at least as far as my pocket book, bill collectors, and the upcoming holiday's go, is a good idea. I just feel like I am failing somehow. Maybe not so much failing as kicking myself for not appreciating the last three month's more. Gack! Here's is the part where my diatribe turns to mush and I start crying and carrying on. Hey I feel better already.
I am up and down but determined to enjoy the ride. As my M-I-L likes to put it "kids are resilient little stinkers" so I know they'll be fine. Mommy on the other hand, well y'all know I'll be a basket case. It will be interesting being a two income family, we'll have to make sure and appreciate the down time, and I sure as hell won't be the only one doing the dishes! PLGC -out
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Separation Anxiety & the Hokey Pokey
My head is spinning, this time next week Saturday morning cartoons will have a whole new meaning. Ok, so maybe I am over exaggerating, but weekends in general will have a new feel. My Bebe Girl and her 4 year old self will be starting pre-K.
The Pre-K program here is supposed to be one of the best in the country. "Pre-K and Early Head Start Programs Enhance Children's Development" you can find out information regarding these programs nation wide at Education Atlas.
That little factoid does not stop me from being more nervous than a mouse in a rattlesnake cage! My baby is going to school! I am having some severe separation anxiety. Okay, okay so it is only 3 hours a day in the afternoon, 5 days a week. Wait that's like 15 independent from mommy hours, wowsa! Well really I am going to be pretty active as a volunteer parent. I plan on going to every field trip, and special event. How can I not. Well only 15-16 more years of this, (and that's not including college for both kids).
It's not like I am traveling to an alternate dimension to which no mommy has traveled before, I know that. Don't judge, just let this mommy have some anxiety, and then after I drop BG off I'll do the hokey pokey and turn myself around, because that is what it is all about. PLGC -out
The Pre-K program here is supposed to be one of the best in the country. "Pre-K and Early Head Start Programs Enhance Children's Development" you can find out information regarding these programs nation wide at Education Atlas.
That little factoid does not stop me from being more nervous than a mouse in a rattlesnake cage! My baby is going to school! I am having some severe separation anxiety. Okay, okay so it is only 3 hours a day in the afternoon, 5 days a week. Wait that's like 15 independent from mommy hours, wowsa! Well really I am going to be pretty active as a volunteer parent. I plan on going to every field trip, and special event. How can I not. Well only 15-16 more years of this, (and that's not including college for both kids).
It's not like I am traveling to an alternate dimension to which no mommy has traveled before, I know that. Don't judge, just let this mommy have some anxiety, and then after I drop BG off I'll do the hokey pokey and turn myself around, because that is what it is all about. PLGC -out
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