Being a sahm is a blast, at least sometimes it is. Some days it feels like staying home may be a fate worse than death. I mean, without kids I really took things for granted, like sleep. I took a shower whenever I wanted, I never forgot to put on deodorant, I always was wearing matching socks and yes, even matching shoes. I never, ever went somewhere with my shirt inside out nor did I excuse a stain as "not that bad." I always ate my own dinner and never considered sharing it with anyone, it was always hot and very rarely did it come from a blue box labeled "Kraft." My clothes were somewhat fashionable, I didn't second guess buying myself a coat, and I went to bed whenever I pleased, never considering going to bed at 7:30pm. Come one who, without children, goes to bed that early unless it is work related? I wouldn't go to bed until 1 or 2 in the morning. I even took brushing my hair for granted.....
There are evenings that I look in the mirror before bed and I realize that I didn't bother to brush my hair that day. I simply fell out of bed and pulled it back, never taking the time to organize it, tame it, whatever you might say. But the truth is; there are many days that the thought never crosses my mind. Like with so many other things about personal care, brushing my hair has simply become a luxury. I'm not sure how I came to this point, but I seriously need to rectify the situation.
Last week, I went to my management class after working on my assignments all day, doing some housework, and shuffling the kids in every direction. Our instructor, who also happens to be the advisor for the Walsh SPS program let us know that the marketing department and a photographer would be photographing us for some new Walsh brochures. I didn't give it much thought as I don't stress as much about my photo being taken as much as I used to. Later, before bed, I actually looked at myself. My hair was unbrushed. It looked awful, and not in the "I did this on purpose" way. I looked like a bum, I can't believe that I allowed myself out of the house like that. I am sure that Walsh won't use the photos that I am included in, worse yet they may. Maybe they will caption any photo with me as saying " look, at Walsh we accept bums too!!!" How proud I should be to represent all the bums. (I am attempting not to use Hoopie in place of "bum" as not everyone knows what a hoopie is. So if you are from A-town, you can understand better- I looked like a HOOPIE.)
Hard to believe that I went from tanning, having my hair done on a regular basis, wearing nice clean clothes, and even having my nails done weekly to a woman who more closely resembles a mangled beast that people try desperately to get on video and sell to the tabloids.
Brushing my hair should have to be justified in order to make it onto my "must do everyday" list. If I don't watch myself, my new bragging rights may just be how many hits my photo got at peopleofwalmart.com.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
My own personal Cleveland Steamer
Well, it's official! I know myself well enough to know that I would forget about blogging every day, however, better late than never. (This has become my mantra considering that my punctual self was left back in October 2005)
October 4,2009 a day that will forever stick in my head as the day that I not only went to my first Browns game; but the day that I got an unexpected gift. About two months ago a group of my friends decided that we would tailgate a Browns game, more specifically the Browns/Bengals game. As I have never been to a professional game, I thought it would be a blast. I even bought a Browns tee so that I would look the part!!!
Colin and I have been married for 8 years, most of which I have managed to tolerate him and he has managed not to choke me to death. (Although I am sure that I have deserved it AT LEAST once a week since we met.) The game was on October 4Th, Colin and I mutually decided that the game would be a nice way to celebrate our anniversary.
I was so excited when the day of the game arrived. We dropped our kids off really early at my mother's and headed over to our friends place in order to leave at the very early time p of 8:45 am. I am an early riser as it is; so leaving our place at 7:45 wasn't a big deal.
We had a blast. Although we did get lost once, only because the GPS was in the car but not on or being used, we got to the parking lot with tons of time for grilling. We ate some awesome food and sat around, freezing, drinking, and bull shitting until game time. I love doing stuff with our friends sans children, it makes me feel like an adult.
Long story short, the first half of the game sucked and then the Browns decided to make it exciting by actually playing football. I admit, I screamed and shouted and jumped up and down like an idiot, but I had a great time. Of course, the Browns lost, but at least they tried. We had fun anyway.
Now answer me this: why is it that you can get into the team shop after the game; but you cannot get back into the concourse. The staff at the store direct you outside. I really don't get it. I wanted a pink sweatsuit for Chloe; so I went in to look. Our friends went to wait in line at the restrooms and then we were to meet them and walk out to the car. My hubby and I got stuck in the overcrowded and severely overpriced team shop. I had to call our friends and make them come into the store so that we could all leave together. This weird rule is idiotic. I know now not to enter the team shop lest I want to be sent outside by myself.
We walked back to the parking lot where our car was parked. People in general are disgusting and rude. The parking lot was coated in leftover tailgating trash, food, and various other messes that should have been cleaned up. Overhead the seagulls were circling and swooping in for their tasty treats. Some one made the comment, "hopefully we don't get pooped on." And at that moment I received my very special gift.
I got my own personal "steamer" right there in Cleveland, courtesy of a seagull. I felt something hit me. Immediately, I said "Oh my God, what was that?" I knew full well that I had been shit on, literally, not metaphorically.
I handled it better than I thought I would. Although I can't remember the last time I sat around wondering how I would react should I be crapped on by a bird in front of my husband and 4 of my closest friends. Although my reaction involved begging for a wet nap, I really didn't panic.
Of course the two other guys I was with had a ton of comments. My hubby knew better than to harass me too much.
Overall it was a great day; filled with laughs, cheering, good times, and of course, a small pile of shit in my hair.
October 4,2009 a day that will forever stick in my head as the day that I not only went to my first Browns game; but the day that I got an unexpected gift. About two months ago a group of my friends decided that we would tailgate a Browns game, more specifically the Browns/Bengals game. As I have never been to a professional game, I thought it would be a blast. I even bought a Browns tee so that I would look the part!!!
Colin and I have been married for 8 years, most of which I have managed to tolerate him and he has managed not to choke me to death. (Although I am sure that I have deserved it AT LEAST once a week since we met.) The game was on October 4Th, Colin and I mutually decided that the game would be a nice way to celebrate our anniversary.
I was so excited when the day of the game arrived. We dropped our kids off really early at my mother's and headed over to our friends place in order to leave at the very early time p of 8:45 am. I am an early riser as it is; so leaving our place at 7:45 wasn't a big deal.
We had a blast. Although we did get lost once, only because the GPS was in the car but not on or being used, we got to the parking lot with tons of time for grilling. We ate some awesome food and sat around, freezing, drinking, and bull shitting until game time. I love doing stuff with our friends sans children, it makes me feel like an adult.
Long story short, the first half of the game sucked and then the Browns decided to make it exciting by actually playing football. I admit, I screamed and shouted and jumped up and down like an idiot, but I had a great time. Of course, the Browns lost, but at least they tried. We had fun anyway.
Now answer me this: why is it that you can get into the team shop after the game; but you cannot get back into the concourse. The staff at the store direct you outside. I really don't get it. I wanted a pink sweatsuit for Chloe; so I went in to look. Our friends went to wait in line at the restrooms and then we were to meet them and walk out to the car. My hubby and I got stuck in the overcrowded and severely overpriced team shop. I had to call our friends and make them come into the store so that we could all leave together. This weird rule is idiotic. I know now not to enter the team shop lest I want to be sent outside by myself.
We walked back to the parking lot where our car was parked. People in general are disgusting and rude. The parking lot was coated in leftover tailgating trash, food, and various other messes that should have been cleaned up. Overhead the seagulls were circling and swooping in for their tasty treats. Some one made the comment, "hopefully we don't get pooped on." And at that moment I received my very special gift.
I got my own personal "steamer" right there in Cleveland, courtesy of a seagull. I felt something hit me. Immediately, I said "Oh my God, what was that?" I knew full well that I had been shit on, literally, not metaphorically.
I handled it better than I thought I would. Although I can't remember the last time I sat around wondering how I would react should I be crapped on by a bird in front of my husband and 4 of my closest friends. Although my reaction involved begging for a wet nap, I really didn't panic.
Of course the two other guys I was with had a ton of comments. My hubby knew better than to harass me too much.
Overall it was a great day; filled with laughs, cheering, good times, and of course, a small pile of shit in my hair.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wine and Sippy cups do mix.
So I've got this job. I don't know how I qualified for it and I have no clue what I am doing most of the time. I operate like the guy in "Office Space;" I space out, but to everyone else, I may look busy. Most people think that they would love my job, but I give them 2 weeks at the most before they want to quit.
You got it, I'm talking about being a SAHM (a stay at home mom). Someone, somewhere should conduct interviews for this job because it is hard. I never would have gotten past the application process, I am simply too lazy for all of it. So it would be prudent to say that I do love my children, but there are days that I think I may scream if I have to pour one more sippy cup of juice.
For now, I am stuck at home. I wouldn't say stuck, most of the time I enjoy it and I realize that my children will only be this little once. I guess my point is that stay at home mothers often lose a little of themselves in the pursuit of raising children. We rarely get new clothes, and if we do, it's after everyone in the house has new clothes. I get haircuts less often than my dog used to and I can't remember the last time that I went to bed without thinking about the dirty dishes, or some other mundaine chore that was left undone.
I am not complaining, however, I am just saying it would be nice to worry about office gossip or an important meeting sometimes. I know that all the working mothers probably think I am whining, especially if they would rather stay at home, but I am not.
I would never whine about staying at home. I love my children more than I ever thought possible and I would have missed so much had I gone back to work. I would have missed first steps, first words, first boo boos, and so many other things that I would never get to see again. I am so lucky that I was able to stay home.
I have two wonderful children, Joseph and Chloe. That is it. This baby maker is closed. I have always wanted two children and I was fortunate enough to get one boy and one girl. My husband "guarenteed" our foursome last year. I figured two c-sections and a gall bladder surgery was enough abdominal surgery for me. Have you ever noticed that most things are made for a family of four? Like board games, ticket packages, electronic games just to name a few. Two was our magic number and rarely to I second guess that number unless, on a particularly bad day, I second guess whether the number should have been either 1 or 0. =)
Joseph is my big kid. He turns four this month and it had kinda struck me in a way that I didn't expect. As they get older, things are supposed to get easier. Being that I am one for autonomy; I should be happy with his "kidness." He is self sufficient in so many ways. He gets himself dressed, undressed, and he even is learning to read, write, and tie his shoes. I began to realize how fast this has all been going. It feels like yesterday that I held him in my arms at the hospital and stared in wonder at this little baby that someone said I could have. Someone let me have my very own little baby. I got to grow him, feed him, dress him, snuggle him, and best of all, I got to love him. Now he doesn't even like to kiss me when I drop him off at preschool, I deserve a kiss, I grew him!! I think he's either embarrassed or he is excited to go to class. I am dreading the day when he will want me to drop him at the sidewalk, for fear his friends might know that he has a mother.
My daughter, Chloe was born 21 months after my son. (Yes, I know that I am crazy.) Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having a little girl. I don't know why, but I always thought I was the mother of boys. She is a real joy though. I have so much fun dressing her and I look forward to someday playing Barbies with her. Chloe is 2 going on 13. She already has the teenaged girl act down, although at 2 she is a little more reserved. She hasn't told me that she "hates me" yet, but I fully expect that she will some day.
They are a lot of fun and I am sure that I will have a lot to say about them. No worries about blog topics- something is always going on in this house.
With that thought, back to the wine. The title of my blog is the truth as I see it. I have noticed that parents tend to give up on their adult ways when they have children. As a matter of fact, I was one of them. Having children does not make you a totally different person; just a busier one. Often we give up on going to concerts, R rated movies, fancy restaurants, and even an occasional bottle of wine simply because we believe that we need to devote every waking moment to our children. This is not true, balance is possible, I live a life that requires a great deal of balance. I am constantly juggling 3 or 4 balls and standing on one foot. It does not always work out perfectly, but I certainly do try. I am just glad that I realized that I was out of balance and reclaimed myself. Anyway, I am very happy in my life full of sippy cups and of course, a nice bottle of Briettenbach. I really wouldn't consider it drinking on the job, everyone deserves a break!
You got it, I'm talking about being a SAHM (a stay at home mom). Someone, somewhere should conduct interviews for this job because it is hard. I never would have gotten past the application process, I am simply too lazy for all of it. So it would be prudent to say that I do love my children, but there are days that I think I may scream if I have to pour one more sippy cup of juice.
For now, I am stuck at home. I wouldn't say stuck, most of the time I enjoy it and I realize that my children will only be this little once. I guess my point is that stay at home mothers often lose a little of themselves in the pursuit of raising children. We rarely get new clothes, and if we do, it's after everyone in the house has new clothes. I get haircuts less often than my dog used to and I can't remember the last time that I went to bed without thinking about the dirty dishes, or some other mundaine chore that was left undone.
I am not complaining, however, I am just saying it would be nice to worry about office gossip or an important meeting sometimes. I know that all the working mothers probably think I am whining, especially if they would rather stay at home, but I am not.
I would never whine about staying at home. I love my children more than I ever thought possible and I would have missed so much had I gone back to work. I would have missed first steps, first words, first boo boos, and so many other things that I would never get to see again. I am so lucky that I was able to stay home.
I have two wonderful children, Joseph and Chloe. That is it. This baby maker is closed. I have always wanted two children and I was fortunate enough to get one boy and one girl. My husband "guarenteed" our foursome last year. I figured two c-sections and a gall bladder surgery was enough abdominal surgery for me. Have you ever noticed that most things are made for a family of four? Like board games, ticket packages, electronic games just to name a few. Two was our magic number and rarely to I second guess that number unless, on a particularly bad day, I second guess whether the number should have been either 1 or 0. =)
Joseph is my big kid. He turns four this month and it had kinda struck me in a way that I didn't expect. As they get older, things are supposed to get easier. Being that I am one for autonomy; I should be happy with his "kidness." He is self sufficient in so many ways. He gets himself dressed, undressed, and he even is learning to read, write, and tie his shoes. I began to realize how fast this has all been going. It feels like yesterday that I held him in my arms at the hospital and stared in wonder at this little baby that someone said I could have. Someone let me have my very own little baby. I got to grow him, feed him, dress him, snuggle him, and best of all, I got to love him. Now he doesn't even like to kiss me when I drop him off at preschool, I deserve a kiss, I grew him!! I think he's either embarrassed or he is excited to go to class. I am dreading the day when he will want me to drop him at the sidewalk, for fear his friends might know that he has a mother.
My daughter, Chloe was born 21 months after my son. (Yes, I know that I am crazy.) Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having a little girl. I don't know why, but I always thought I was the mother of boys. She is a real joy though. I have so much fun dressing her and I look forward to someday playing Barbies with her. Chloe is 2 going on 13. She already has the teenaged girl act down, although at 2 she is a little more reserved. She hasn't told me that she "hates me" yet, but I fully expect that she will some day.
They are a lot of fun and I am sure that I will have a lot to say about them. No worries about blog topics- something is always going on in this house.
With that thought, back to the wine. The title of my blog is the truth as I see it. I have noticed that parents tend to give up on their adult ways when they have children. As a matter of fact, I was one of them. Having children does not make you a totally different person; just a busier one. Often we give up on going to concerts, R rated movies, fancy restaurants, and even an occasional bottle of wine simply because we believe that we need to devote every waking moment to our children. This is not true, balance is possible, I live a life that requires a great deal of balance. I am constantly juggling 3 or 4 balls and standing on one foot. It does not always work out perfectly, but I certainly do try. I am just glad that I realized that I was out of balance and reclaimed myself. Anyway, I am very happy in my life full of sippy cups and of course, a nice bottle of Briettenbach. I really wouldn't consider it drinking on the job, everyone deserves a break!
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