Skip to content

Her Mother’s Child

February 27, 2014

So The Husband and I often joke when the girls are being difficult that they got those annoying traits form the other one. For example, the Big One is very black and white. She is not flexible and doesn’t allow wiggle room on most things. I find this to be terribly annoying, so it’s most definitely something she got from The Husband.

 …..

The Husband, the Big One and I are all fighting a cold or something. I am the mom, obviously, so I cannot get sick. It’s not an option. So I am fighting with all that I’ve got to stay well. The Husband started with a sniffle and is now, of course on his death bed because of a stuffy nose. The Big One is like me. That kid is a fighter.Image

 …..

This morning, I heard her alarm go off, but didn’t see movement from her room. So I opened to door and noticed that her ceiling fan was on. I said, “huh, why is your fan on?” To which she replied, “I was really hot last night so I turned it on.” Mind you it’s probably about 68° in that part of the house – far from hot.  “Uh-oh, sounds like you’ve got what Daddy has,” I said. “NO! I am NOT sick!” she replied.

 …..

So I told her it was time to get ready for school and left the room. I went in to my bathroom to dry my hair. She came in to use the potty. She sneezed, followed by a few seconds of a hacking cough.I just looked at her.

 …..

Exasperated, she says, “My throat hurts just a little when I cough or sneeze.  And my chest sort of tickles every time I breathe…. But  I AM NOT SICK!” With that she stomped out of the bathroom and got ready for school. So there you have it, complete denial about being sick. Yep, she is my child.  And yes, again I am the worst mom ever and let her go to school.

 

 

Image

This one is just too funny!

 

Worst Parent Ever

February 7, 2014

Today, I confess to being the worst parent ever!  I’m sure it’s not the first time, I’ve said that and it won’t be the last! So here’s what happened.

…..

The carpets at church are being cleaned today so I didn’t have to go into the office. I was so looking forward to getting some much needed errands run. First thing on the agenda was mailing the church newsletter. Gotta love that bulk mail is only accepted between 10 a.m. and noon. So I figured the Post Office would be my first stop, then I would bust out the rest of my errands.

…..

The Husband has class tomorrow and we have booth sales for Girl Scout cookies, so today was THE day to get stuff done. No sooner had I walked out of the bulk mail office when my phone rang. It was the girls’ school. I muttered a few choice words before cheerfully answering:

…..

ME:  Hellllloooo!

SCHOOL: Hi Joyce! This is Bernie.

ME:  UH-OH! What’s going on?

SCHOOL:  Well, I’ve got your Little One here in the office. She’s got a headache and is very teary-eyed. I didn’t even bother to take her temperature.

ME: Well, she gets migraines and then throws up, so don’t get too close!

SCHOOL:  Okay , good to know. I’ll just have her lay down until you get here.

ME:  I’m in Santee right now, but I’ll head the direction. Be there in about 15 minutes.

SCHOOL: No problem we’ll see you then.

…..

I know you are thinking what’s the problem? You’ve done nothing wrong. And you would be correct. I truly was in Santee, in the Post Office parking lot to be correct. And I did immediately head back towards home to pick-up the Little One.

…..

The problem is that I made a slight detour before heading to the school.

…..

YES! I admit I went to Starbucks first. Don’t judge me. I have several errands that needed to get done today. Now I have a sick kids on my hands. I desperately needed the caffeine fix in order to prevent my own migraine.  So I went to Starbucks. As soon as I got my iced white mocha, I headed for the school.

 

…..

It had been about 20 minutes since I got the call. I was starting to feel a little guilty. Side note:  What are the odds that the lady in front of me ordered TWO drinks and the guy in front of her ordered FOUR drinks? C’mon people! I’ve got a sick kid to rescue from school!

…..

So I park in front of the school, walk in the office door and hear a pathetic, “Mommy, uhhhhhhhhh” coming from the far back corner where the nurse’s office is. I see the Little One slowly trying to sit up. I started back towards her, when one of the nice ladies in the office says, “she just let it go.”  I tried to ignore her. The she said, “Joyce did you hear me? She just let it go.”  I admit I giggled a little and muttered an “I’m so sorry.”  She laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

…..

I mean certainly she is not the first kid to puke in the nurse’s office. That’s why they have a nurse’s office, right?

….

At that point I felt a little more guilty for going to Starbucks. I convince the Little One to lay back down while I took the slip back to her teacher to let her know that the Little One was coming home with me. I went to Ms. Bernie to get the magic release form and couldn’t make eye contact. I again said, “I’m sorry” as I took the slip and headed out the door. She also said, “don’t worry about it.”

….

I might have giggled a little more as I walked to the classroom. After all, I escaped one round of puke and I had Starbucks waiting in the car for me!  Yes, I am horrible. I know it. You don’t need to judge me. And yes, karma will get me in the end. But for just one moment all was good.

…..

Round two of puke has come and gone. Now we wait and see how long this joy lasts.  {And if anyone from school is reading this, don’t you dare tell Ms. Bernie that I stopped at Starbucks first!  ;-)  }

Fitting In

January 28, 2014

braverWhy is it so hard to be a kid? It’s funny as adults, we tend to think how easy it is to be 8 years old. No bills to pay, no responsibilities, no stress, just do some math homework, read a couple chapters in a book, run around at recess after lunch. Piece of cake, right?  I admit I thought that until The Big One came to me in tears tonight and asked, “Why do the other kids say I am bossy and mean?”  My sarcastic, cynical side immediately thought, well you can be a bit bossy. Fortunately my mommy side kicked in first and I asked about who said it and the context in which it was said.

…..

One of the boys in her class, apparently announced that she was bossy and another chimed in that she was mean. The instigator, then apparently went through a few other kids and took a poll on who was bossy and who wasn’t.  She says everyone agreed that she is bossy and mean. I held onto her as she cried and then tried to talk to her.

…..

I did my best to try to help her understand that not all kids like to follow the rules, like she does. Not all kids have parents who try hard to teach them to be respectful, like she does. Not all kids care so much about doing well in school, like she does. And not all kids think about the things they say to one another, like she does.

…..

I don’t know that I made anything better. I’m not sure I know what to say to make her feel any better about herself. She is 8 years old. She shouldn’t have to worry about who likes her and who doesn’t like her. She shouldn’t have to worry that nobody will play with her at recess. She shouldn’t have to worry that some kid will single her out as “mean” when in reality she is one of the nicest kids I know (and I am not just saying that because she is mine!).  She is a nice kid, now the Little One I can see getting called out for being “mean” because she doesn’t take anything from anyone. She has no problem putting another kid in their place if they are picking on someone or not following the rules. But the Big One she is pretty non-confrontational.

…..

Yes, she will tell you to be quiet if you are talking in class. Yes, she will tell you to sit down if you are standing when you shouldn’t be. Yes, she will tell you that farting and belching without saying “excuse me” is rude. I guess to other 8 year olds that constitutes being “bossy.” But poor kid can’t help that. I am a rule follower. She in turn is also a rule follower. I do allow for some gray areas, but The Big One doesn’t. She lives in a pretty black and white world (she gets that from The Husband).  I wish I could help teach her that gray is okay.

……

I wish that I could teach her that life is hard. Even in third grade it is hard. I remember struggling to fit in at that age. I was a Navy brat, I had the advantage of moving ever couple years, so I knew that when I really struggled with making friends it didn’t really matter because we’d move again soon. The Big One doesn’t have that luxury. We are not moving. The kids at her school are it for now.

…..

So, we talked a bit about trying to be less of the rule enforcer and more of the fun, silly kid she is at home. We talked about how friends shouldn’t be saying things about you or calling you names. We talked about trying to find other kids to hang out with.  We talked about just being yourself. We talked about how hard it is to find true friends.  We talked about prayer and how God can help us when we feel like we don’t have any other friends.

….

What do I do now? I want to give the kid who started it all the stink eye tomorrow at school, but I know that staring down an 8- year-old boy will not help the situation. I want to put The Big One in a bubble so other kids can’t crush her spirit, but I know that’s not possible. I want to hand-pick her friends, but I know that I can’t do that for her.  So I will do my best to love her through it and pray that she finds her place in her little third grade world without suffering too much heartache.

Cobwebs – virtual and real-live actual ones

January 24, 2014

I’ve been neglecting this here blog long enough. It’s time to get back to it. I never made baby books for the girls, this was supposed to be it. You’d think nothing’s been happening in our lives with the cobwebs growing around here in this virtual little world.

…..

Spider+web_e98ce9_3395976Speaking of cobwebs, boy howdy yesterday a spider attacked me, and yes, I think I really did pull something trying to karate chop it. Don’t laugh too hard, you know that you too become a ninja when you walk through a spider web. This was so much worse than merely walking through a web.

…..

So we got home from Youth Group and I was pestering (ok, maybe nagging) the girls to get ready for bed. This is not unlike most Wednesday evenings in our house. The Husband was on the couch watching TV, and the girls were supposed to be brushing their teeth. At this particular moment, I think the Big One actually was doing what she was supposed to be doing. The Little One was not. Had she been in the bathroom doing what she was supposed to be doing, she may have been the spider’s victim. {We have two bathrooms, but for whatever reason the Little One uses the master bath to brush her teeth.}

…..

Since she wasn’t in there doing what she had been told numerous times to go do, I went in to wash my face. I walked in, flipped the light on and got about halfway to the sink when I noticed something black hanging down from my bangs. At first I just sort of flipped my hair thinking it was fuzz or something harmless. Then it dawned on me that it was not vacating my hair. Rather it had legs that were flailing trying to reattach themselves to something, anything at that moment. I let out an odd sounding, “WHAAAAAAA” noise and start jumping around like I had actual fire ants in my pants. My arms were flapping, my hair was flying, my feet were jumping (you’ve been there, don’t judge me!) Finally I manage to make contact with the black, hairy beast.

…..

Unfortunately, the contact I made resulted in the spider landing on my face, actually touching my face – right between the eyes. Perspective is a crazy thing. The thing seemed larger than normal when it was hanging in my hair, but now that it was literally between my eyes, the thing looked gargantuan.  It looked like a dang tarantula. So I smacked myself across the face to get the thing off me, while letting out another exasperated, “WHHHAAAAA!” kind of noise. This time the spider hit the floor. Fortunately I had shoes on still, so I squashed it while yelling, “I’m OKAY! THANKS for the concern!!!”

…..

Sensing I was in distress, the Little One came racing in to the bathroom, spotted the squashed spider on the floor and let out a blood curdling scream.  At which point, the Husband finally gets off the couch to see what the commotion is all about. Instead of being concerned for me and the near heart attack I just about had, he shares his own distress about being so afraid that someone lie dying in the bathroom because of all the noise.

…..

This brought the Big One in the bathroom because she too was curious about all the commotion. She sees the dead spider on the floor and decides that she is never going into the master bathroom again. Poor kid, if she looked close enough she’d see that there are cobwebs all over the house. Those spiders are lurking everywhere. (Again don’t judge me, I am short and spiders know this. They purposely build those web way up high so I can’t get them!)

…..

Best I can tell, this poor, now dead, spider had created a web and was lowering itself down from the fan vent in the ceiling. I will say that it is very unusual to find a spider dangling in the middle of my house. Find one in the corner in a nice cozy cobweb, well that’s a lot more common.

…..

I’m going to do my best to keep the cobwebs out of this little space and share some more about our daily adventures and antics. Hope you will stick around, there aren’t too many dull moments around here.

It’s Almost Cookie Time!

January 23, 2014

We’ve been selling Girl Scout cookies for a few years now. We are nowhere near as seasoned as some, but we’ve done it long enough that it’s getting more difficult to come up with fun cookie-related activities at meetings. For this week, I had a couple ideas from various other blogs and web sites, but I was nowhere near as prepared as normal. Yes, I am a bit of a control freak and typically uber-organized. So here it was 1:20, school gets out at 2:10 and I had nothing ready for my Girl Scout meeting other than some colored paper I had cut into squares.

…..colors001

I had a grand plan of doing a cookie quiz – just to make sure the girls were familiar with the products. Nothing worse than being a booth sale and a customer asks what the orange box is and nobody can answer.  So I looked for one online and couldn’t find much. Most of the quizzes center on personality types and favorite cookies.  UGH! I was getting stressed. I found a couple examples, pulled from them and created a short quiz. Then I took my colored squares and with the help of several volunteers at the meeting made little “paddles” that we used as a way for the girls to show their answers.

…..

Then we did the classic bury the Girl Scout cookie in whipped cream game, where you drop a cookie in a bowl, cover the cookie with whipped cream and have the girls find and eat their cookie with no hands.  It was messy fun, not the kind of thing my inner control freak typically condones!

…..

Finally we made pins using bottle caps, flowers and these super cute images I downloaded from Etsy. By the colors002way I purchased and downloaded the images at about 1:30, never have I cut meeting preparation this close before.

…..

Needless to say, I was a bit stressed getting to school, knowing I hadn’t done much. I just hoped the girls and their moms would be forgiving of my lack of planning. Guess what? Several of those little turkeys declared today’s meeting the “best ever!” I’m sure it had more to do with the cookies they got to sample than anything else, but we decided that maybe I need to be unorganized a little more often!

Here is my Girl Scout Cookie Product Quiz in case you are searching for one too!

Multi-level marketing, typos, lockets, what have I done?

January 16, 2014

oo boxOh Lordy, y’all I signed up to be an Independent Designer for Origami Owl. If you haven’t seen their stuff it’s absolutely adorable. They are basically living lockets that allow you to tell your own personal stories through sparkly charms, lockets, chains, tags and bangles.

…..

I got one for my graduation gift when I finally finished grad school in May. I love it. It’s fun, sparkly and symbolizes my life.  I figured it would be fun to sell them and share the cuteness and charm of creating your own personalized piece. I love that there are so many different charms, lockets and other pieces that you can combine into a million different one-of-a-kind pieces.

…..

I’ve never sold anything like this. I was never a Pampered Chef rep, never sold Mary  Kay, not a big Avon fan , you get the picture. This is my first foray into multi-level marketing stuff. I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it or if I will even enjoy it. But I like the products and I am hopeful my friends and family will too.

…..

So being a marketing person, I purchased a URL to re-direct to my Origami Owl Designer web site. {shameless plug http://www.livelocket.origamiowl.com}  Well, I should have read the “Policies and Procedures” before I did that.  That is not allowed, but that’s okay. I can live with it. As I was reading the P&Ps and learning that my fabulous URL is a no-no, I came across this little typographical gem:

…..

Section 4.2.4 states

…This includes using trademarks in metal tags, key words and/or Search Engine Optimization (SEO).”

Beach-themed Living Locket

…..

Y’all know I have my master’s degree in Integrated Marketing Communications, but even I am stumped as to what a “metal tag” is.

……

Of course, it should read “meta tags.”

…..

Here’s my challenge, in addition to not finding a date anywhere on the Policies and Procedures I found a pretty blatant typo in the only section I really read. I’m not sure if I should keep reading or if I should just walk away now.

…..

Shoot, I may get in trouble for using “live locket” instead of my name too. I’m not exactly sure since I couldn’t finish reading the document. I might get fired before I even get started!  I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how this plays out! If you like the stuff, you might want to order something quick in case I get canned!

Gifting from the Heart

September 18, 2013
She's got a heart of gold!

She’s got a heart of gold!

The Little One has a huge heart. She is goofy, silly and will do just about anything for a laugh. But she is also very empathetic. She is a champion for the underdog. She is the first to comfort another child if they are hurt, sad or otherwise upset. She has taken on kids at least twice her size when she felt her big sister was being bullied at the park. She shares her piggy bank money freely and is always offering to buy dinner, groceries or ice cream. She loves to give to others. She is a great example for all.

……

So at 8 p.m. last night when she all the sudden remembered that today is her teacher’s birthday, I knew I was in trouble. Birthdays must be recognized. They must be celebrated. The birthday girl needs to receive a gift. I have no problem with this concept, except it was 8 p.m.   Where was this information all afternoon and evening? The girls get home from school around 2:30 p.m. every day. This means she had five and a half hours that she could have mentioned to me that it was her teacher’s birthday, but she did not. She forgot she says.

……

The way she first told me of her dilemma was by asking me out of the blue at 8 p.m. if I had any flowers lying around the house. I told her no and probed why she wanted flowers. Did I mention it was 8 p.m. and I was trying desperately to get her in bed?  Yes, 8 p.m. is the witching hour for this mom. Children need to be in bed before 8 p.m. if they don’t want their dreams haunted by the “mean mom.”

……

Turns out she made an “envelope” during free choice at school, so she had that ready, but we needed to make a card and come up with a gift, again at 8 p.m. I let her work on a card and promised her I would come up with something by morning. I figured if nothing else, I could drop the girls off at school and go pick something up before going to work.

……

So this morning she wakes up at 6 a.m. (seriously, this kid!!) and asks me if I have an empty cup that we could use for her teacher gift. Half asleep, I mumbled something and she disappeared. Now, 6:30 a.m. is my body’s wake-up time, so I got up, showered and headed for the living room.

……

The Little One was in the kitchen pulling out all kinds of cups. I asked her what she was doing and she told me, she was picking a cup to give to her teacher. “A cup?” I asked.  “Yep”, she said proudly. “I want to give her pencils and glue sticks so I need a cup to put them in.”  Now last year for Teacher Appreciation week, I bought those big tumblers and we filled them with pencils and glue sticks for the girls’ teachers. Appropriate for Teacher Appreciation week, yes. But I wasn’t so sure about a teacher birthday. I tried to suggest a couple other ideas. But the Little One was not having any of them. A cup full of pencils and glue sticks was the gift.

……

So because I have some issues with recycling plastic containers, I went to the garage found an empty large container and we stuffed that sucker full of 16 glue sticks and at least 40 pencils, the Little One kept pulling packages out of my stash, so I am not certain how many actually ended up in the container (I may have a school supply hoarding issue, but that’s another blog!).

……

So to the Little One’s teacher, I understand that receiving pencils and glue sticks for your birthday is similar to receiving an iron or vacuum cleaner from your spouse on your birthday and I apologize, that is what the Little One wanted to give.  Maybe we will do better come Teacher Appreciation Week.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 505 other followers