Do you have a daily uniform? Your go-to-wardrobe preferences? Whether you’re a stay-at-home-mom (chief domestic engineer) or a work-out-of-home-mom (lucky lady gets to scarf down lunch at a desk in peace) – you probably have a typical daily uniform. Or am I the only one? Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2011
I wonder every single day if I am the only crazy person in the world trying to get two babies and myself clean, dressed, and out the door by 7:30am…
I mean, I know that I’m not – because I see the other moms screeching into the daycare parking lot at 7:45 right next to me. We exchange rushed smiles as we hurriedly wipe the Nutella-and-Waffle (eaten in the car of course) smudges from our munchkins cheeks as we nudge them into school. And by nudge, I mean NUDGE – every day, I’m coming up with a new way to hurry my dawdling toddler down the hall and into her class: Continue reading
There comes a time in every Mom’s life when you are faced with a sick baby. Dude, it sucks so bad.
I scripted this whole post in my head at 3am on Tuesday morning while I was pacing the hallway with a baby with a double ear infection, a monster fever, teething gums, and a slimy nose. I was going to offer support and survival tips, and tell my new-mommy-friends to hang in there. That we’ve all been there. That the hours seem so long when you’re living them, awake in the middle of the night, alone with a baby.
I woke up to a Sickie McSikerton screaming like a crazy person, totally inconsolable, at 3am. She refused the offer to lay down with Mommy, she refused the notion of the rocking chair. The only thing that I could do was jostle her just so, the way that only I can, and pace up and down the hallway, until she drifted off to sleep.
I know that they outgrow these sick nights, I know that it is only one night out of a thousand, I know that deep down there’s a part of me that secretly loves holding them so close so that I can smell their sweat and tears and baby smell.
But when it’s 3am, all I can really say is that it sucks so bad.
It is a love based on giving and receiving, as well as having and sharing. ~the brilliant Mr. Tribbiani
I’m talking about the love women have for sharing their birth stories and tales from the delivery room. There is something innate about a woman’s need to share her labor and delivery experiences with other women. It is as natural and necessary as little girls chasing little boys around the swing set, telling someone to smell something gross, or looking both ways before crossing College Ave. (IT’S A ONE WAY – JUST CROSS).
I am so guilty of this. And especially since I’ve had a captive audience to enthrall with my tales for about a year now. By captive audience, I don’t mean interested, I mean that I’ve held them against their will to talk about birthing. I’m lucky enough that I’ve had two pretty normal, non-traumatic experiences and I’ve regaled my sister and cousin with these fables for months and months. We’ve talked about birth plans, medicated vs. un-medicated, unexpected turns of fate – you name it. Continue reading