I think every mom has had the smells moment. When your child/children smell delicious freshly washed and swaddled. Yet you sniff and sniff still there is a foul aroma in the air. The diaper is clean your sure you've checked once again. You patrol the house inhaling. It's not the garbage, or the sink, or any number of things. In fact the odor seems to be following you through the house.
Finally in an act of shame you sniff your own arm pit. Than you start doing the math when was the last time you took a shower. The math simply can't be right there is no way you could of gone so long without a good scrub. However the a miasma rising from your pits makes it obvious that it has been simply to long. It can't be put off any longer if your going to be worth cuddling the smell has to go.
Of course that means there are two options. One you wait until the husband comes home which seems like is forever from now or two you put down your delicious scented baby. You carry baby and drag his seat to the bathroom door. You make the transition to his chair and buckle him hoping that he doesn't wake until you can complete the cleanse. He sleeps and you silently dance for joy as you turn on the shower.
This is not an enjoyable shower. This is a shower that will be completed as fast as possible with limited relaxation or joy. All that matters is getting the funk off. The shower curtain has been left open and repeatedly you stick your head out to make sure that baby is sleeping and safe. It's a race to lather, rinse, and don't even think about repeating. A good scrub with the fancy soap you bought thinking you would have time for leisure. Ah that's so much better you now smell fresh. Soft little snores are still coming from baby.
Taking advantage of the sleepiness to self care. Some fresh yoga pants and a clean tank top. A layer of lotion and deodorant. Feeling refreshed and even slightly relaxed. You've made it though another struggle. You smell as sweet as baby and once more ready to snuggle.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Summer Vacation Blues
So we have made it two whole weeks into Summer vacation with The Bigs and we all ready have the Summer Vacation blues. Instead of them indulging in the gorgeous laze everyday I have heard the most dreaded of phrases "I'm bored.". That phrase is like nails on the chalk board for me. Everything goes hazy and I wonder how can you possibly be bored? There are so many things to do.
I admit I let them have a day of boredom. Every time that horrible phrase was spoken I gave them the list of options. We could read, go for a walk, do a craft, do a chore, and so forth. That day I didn't press them I figured at some point they would opt to do something to save themselves from this most awful boredom. I was wrong. By the end of the day my head wanted to explode. The level of grump was at an 11 on a scale of 10 there was no way this could continue.
By the morning of day two I was prepared for battle no longer would I be quiet and let them decide what to do. We would now get on a schedule and do all the things. So since that morning we have been rather busy. They have been registered in the Summer Reading Program and every day there is 30 minutes of reading to do. We have 3 meals a day to cook and eat as a family. There are chores that I'm just not going to do myself. I didn't make the mess so I'm, not cleaning it alone any more. We sorted though our wardrobes for anything we had outgrown and bagged it for charity. Every day has had some sort of excersise. We might now be having all the fun but no one has uttered that phrase since.
It's been a challenge to keep going. I admit between the weather which has been rainy and cool. that means I can't just slather us all with sunscreen and head to the pool The construction along the river which has meant now water front walks. The playground being closed for a Summer camp (that I didn't know about or I would of registered them for). It's meant getting creative with indoor play. You would be amazed at the amount of fun a bag of balloons can be. It's meant some days we vaccum a few times. Or even take a walk in the rain. There is something quite soothing though about watching the hours pass.
Two more months till back to school. In that time I am on the epic quest to slay all the boredom. To keep us from falling into the mire of day time television, video games, and dvds. I might not be 100% successful. This may not be the best Summer ever but I am going to do the best I can. Till school starts than I will do a silent Snoopy dance of joy.
I admit I let them have a day of boredom. Every time that horrible phrase was spoken I gave them the list of options. We could read, go for a walk, do a craft, do a chore, and so forth. That day I didn't press them I figured at some point they would opt to do something to save themselves from this most awful boredom. I was wrong. By the end of the day my head wanted to explode. The level of grump was at an 11 on a scale of 10 there was no way this could continue.
By the morning of day two I was prepared for battle no longer would I be quiet and let them decide what to do. We would now get on a schedule and do all the things. So since that morning we have been rather busy. They have been registered in the Summer Reading Program and every day there is 30 minutes of reading to do. We have 3 meals a day to cook and eat as a family. There are chores that I'm just not going to do myself. I didn't make the mess so I'm, not cleaning it alone any more. We sorted though our wardrobes for anything we had outgrown and bagged it for charity. Every day has had some sort of excersise. We might now be having all the fun but no one has uttered that phrase since.
It's been a challenge to keep going. I admit between the weather which has been rainy and cool. that means I can't just slather us all with sunscreen and head to the pool The construction along the river which has meant now water front walks. The playground being closed for a Summer camp (that I didn't know about or I would of registered them for). It's meant getting creative with indoor play. You would be amazed at the amount of fun a bag of balloons can be. It's meant some days we vaccum a few times. Or even take a walk in the rain. There is something quite soothing though about watching the hours pass.
Two more months till back to school. In that time I am on the epic quest to slay all the boredom. To keep us from falling into the mire of day time television, video games, and dvds. I might not be 100% successful. This may not be the best Summer ever but I am going to do the best I can. Till school starts than I will do a silent Snoopy dance of joy.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Sunday Confessions, At the Doctor
At the doctor's office I always have such high hopes. That I will be seen promptly and treated with kindness and compassion. Often that doesn't happen I end up sitting in the waiting room watching the minutes tick by. Shuffling through the vintage magazines sometimes getting excited that Brad and Jennifer are still together. Finally if I am lucky my name will be called. Than comes the fun.
I understand the doctor having my vitals is important. However I know what my weight and height are. I am chubby or as my doctor kindly notated in my chart obese. No matter how active I am the weight has never come off. I do work out and walk daily. I try to eat right sometimes however I just do eat the fries and ice cream. After years of self loathing about my weight I am finally at a place in my life where I can love myself that means more to me than numbers on a scale.
Next comes more waiting. More vintage magazines or if I am really lucky a tattered Sport's Illustrated. The stress of wondering if I will make it to the next place I need to be because it's now been 20-30minutes of waiting past the start of my appointment and now I am still waiting. On a bad day the nurse pops in to tell you well the doctor just left the house now. At last the knock, knock on the door.
When the doctor comes in and asks is this an emergency appointment. That leads to a whole evaluation of what an emergency is. To me an emergency means that I am dying that it's time to call 911 or crawl to the emergency room. If I have waited and crawled in because of an injury it means that the issue is urgent to me and I want it addressed now. Not over the course of several visits. That when I leave the room we need to have a plan of resolution in place. No hemming and hawing over options. I want to know that we are going to do xyz to fix the issue.
So in the end I hate visiting the doctor's office. I avoid going until issues become urgent instead of doing regular visits because I don't feel that I am advocated for and treated well by my doctor. You might say when don't you find another provider? The truth is I don't because I usually only need treatment about once a year. So taking the time to interview other provider's isn't something I feel necessary. If something changes and I have a chronic condition that I will definitely be doing a Bacheloresque audition of doctors.
I understand the doctor having my vitals is important. However I know what my weight and height are. I am chubby or as my doctor kindly notated in my chart obese. No matter how active I am the weight has never come off. I do work out and walk daily. I try to eat right sometimes however I just do eat the fries and ice cream. After years of self loathing about my weight I am finally at a place in my life where I can love myself that means more to me than numbers on a scale.
Next comes more waiting. More vintage magazines or if I am really lucky a tattered Sport's Illustrated. The stress of wondering if I will make it to the next place I need to be because it's now been 20-30minutes of waiting past the start of my appointment and now I am still waiting. On a bad day the nurse pops in to tell you well the doctor just left the house now. At last the knock, knock on the door.
When the doctor comes in and asks is this an emergency appointment. That leads to a whole evaluation of what an emergency is. To me an emergency means that I am dying that it's time to call 911 or crawl to the emergency room. If I have waited and crawled in because of an injury it means that the issue is urgent to me and I want it addressed now. Not over the course of several visits. That when I leave the room we need to have a plan of resolution in place. No hemming and hawing over options. I want to know that we are going to do xyz to fix the issue.
So in the end I hate visiting the doctor's office. I avoid going until issues become urgent instead of doing regular visits because I don't feel that I am advocated for and treated well by my doctor. You might say when don't you find another provider? The truth is I don't because I usually only need treatment about once a year. So taking the time to interview other provider's isn't something I feel necessary. If something changes and I have a chronic condition that I will definitely be doing a Bacheloresque audition of doctors.
Friday, June 6, 2014
In which Moe learns a valuable lesson
So once upon a time Moe thought she was super woman. That she could work full time, go to school full time, be super mom full time, and be the housekeeper too. Than one day Moe broke. It took her some time to realize she can pick up the pieces. However she can't do that while saying I'm not good enough. Or saying I don't think so and so likes/loves/respects me.
Moe learned that she can say I am the prettiest most badass princess in Casa Moe. If I want people to like/love/respect me than I need to do that for myself. Moe also has decided that Moe needs to remember a Mt Dew is not a meal. Its better that Moe eats a bag of French fries than survives on coffee. No matter how busy Moe is she will be exercising daily even if that means taking the stroller to the chocolate shop. She is going to soak up all the sweet vitamin D in the Pacific Northwest even if she turns nut brown.
Why? because Moe deserves to be healthy. Moe deserves to occasionally put her needs first. Even if that means she just takes 15 minutes to hide in the living room after putting the baby to sleep and reading a crap novel (that's right something non educational or informational) even better if it has a heaving bosom on the chest of Fabio (don't judge its Fabio I can't believe anyone could not like Fabio). Or even more hedonistic takes a moment to pee alone without the toddler or the cat watching.
Moe is all right and Moe is good enough.
Moe learned that she can say I am the prettiest most badass princess in Casa Moe. If I want people to like/love/respect me than I need to do that for myself. Moe also has decided that Moe needs to remember a Mt Dew is not a meal. Its better that Moe eats a bag of French fries than survives on coffee. No matter how busy Moe is she will be exercising daily even if that means taking the stroller to the chocolate shop. She is going to soak up all the sweet vitamin D in the Pacific Northwest even if she turns nut brown.
Why? because Moe deserves to be healthy. Moe deserves to occasionally put her needs first. Even if that means she just takes 15 minutes to hide in the living room after putting the baby to sleep and reading a crap novel (that's right something non educational or informational) even better if it has a heaving bosom on the chest of Fabio (don't judge its Fabio I can't believe anyone could not like Fabio). Or even more hedonistic takes a moment to pee alone without the toddler or the cat watching.
Moe is all right and Moe is good enough.
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