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Fine thank you, how are you?


“How are you?” to which I almost every single time answer “Fine, thank you, how are you?”

Funny, that.

Well, although for the most part that answer is true, sometimes, life is both underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. Underwhelming, because of its mundaness…and overwhelming because of the same…

As a mom of 3, and a daycare provider, I feel like I am one of the luckiest women alive. I have the privilege of hugs, snuggles and kisses whenever I desire…I get to watch those wide-eyed lovelies look at me with such wonder when I read them a story, or giggle with delight when we dance…

Sometimes though, I long for a car ride to work, where I can listen to music. I long to drink tea, without having to re-heat it thrice. I long to have a ‘bathroom break’ without hearing “mommy?” “Lizzzzzzzzzz…..where are you?” I long to wear beautiful clothes, and pretty shoes, instead of jeans and lulu’s…

(Ok, be prepared….this is a bit of a pity party)…

Instead, I do countless loads of laundry, sweep and mop floors, look over homework, make breakfast, then lunch, then dinner…..shuttle kids to and from activities…fix snacks, load and unload the dishwasher….vaccuum…it just some days seems never-ending. I want to stop, and smell the roses. Actually scratch that, never mind smelling the roses. I just want to STOP.

Sometimes, I look around me, and feel like everyone has it all SOOOO together…baking homeade bread/cookies/muffins from scratch, in spotless homes, with clean laundry, smiling kiddies…perfectly made up, with a ribbon in their hair….whilst I sit in my messy house, full of piles and piles of laundry…with everyone asking “mom, have you seen my….?” So, I run around, looking for clean socks or underwear, a favorite shirt, a lost book, or someone’s weekly reading log….and let out a little sigh…

BUT. While some days, life does seem to be overwhelming….

While some days, I do long for clean clothes and hot tea….

While some days, I crave a ‘day off’….

I think about the my family, who really need me, to do all of those things I consider mundane. Those wee men who depend on me to know where their favorite striped t-shirt or shin pads are…who think I’ve hung the moon when I find a lost DSI…and my heart smiles…

So… the next time someone asks “How are you?”…my answer will probably still be “Fine thank you, how are you?”

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Stealing a moment….


Last night, my baby (now 2 years old) woke up crying. Normally, I would have let him settle himself back to sleep, but something made me go get him…with a nice warm bottle no less…

Let me explain…

My oldest was born yesterday, I swear it. I can still remember how I felt when I held him in my arms for the first time… and now he’s  just about as tall as I am, at 10. We have conversations together,  REAL conversations. He tells me what his thoughts are of the world and life…and I know, that he will have these views of the world for a long time to come…

He was JUST born yesterday…and today he plays the piano beautifully, and plays soccer like a budding Pele.

My middle mini-me… was just a baby. I swear it. Now he’s reading novels, and already trying to find his place in the world…full of questions and wonder. When did they get so big?

He was just a baby. Now, his jokes leave me in fits of laughter. I remember when I used to let him win at “go fish” and “crazy 8’s”. Now, he beats me, even when I am trying my hardest to win…where does the time go? We are so busy and the time goes so fast. I am afraid to miss it.

So, last night, when my baby woke up, instead of being ‘tough’ and letting him cry in favor of a good night sleep. I scooped him up in my arms, and snuggled with him. I kissed those sweet cheeks, and stole a moment, or two. Time goes way to fast…I vow to steal every single moment that I can…I don’t want to miss another second….

Boy, boy, boy, boy……GIRL!!


Nope, I know nothing about raising girls…I have 3 boys. …hmmm…edit…don’t know much about raising boys either, but I am learning as I go. 11 years ago, when I got pregnant with my eldest…there were “ooo’s and ahhs…” when everyone heard that we were having a son. We had NO idea what we were in for….how one tiny little human being can flip your world upside down is one kinda sumthin’ sumthin…

We went from working out twice a day, to working out ummm….not at all…from eating hot food, to grabbing something whenever we could…we went from (and this is the biggie) sleeping, to NOT…well, at least for the first  6 months, and then it was all good…lugging around playpens, diaperbags, toys, bottles…WOW! What a switch…and RIGHT when we thought we had it figured out….along came #2…

While pregnant with #2…our experience was completely different…comments this time were…”awwwww…..you’re having another boy?? That’s too bad, bet you wanted a girl…well, AT LEAST they’ll be friends for each other…” WTH?? My response, on good days, was usually the same…”no, we’re really happy that we are having a boy. God gave me what he knew I would be able to handle.. Children are blessings, no matter the sex….” On not so good days I would whisper profanities under my breath…

How did life change with #2? Actually, we learned quite a bit with #1, and so with my second little miracle, life was business as usual…

Number 3? What a difference! With 5 years difference between 2-3 babies…it feels like the baby is an only child…I am much slower with letting him grow up…not in a rush for anything…people comment now and say “…oh, were you trying for the girl??” Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder why people open their mouths at all…LOL…I am blessed and happy with my boys….on the one hand….on the other hand…how is it to live in a house full of boys?

Long gone are my days of pot pourri, and pink and frilly….everywhere I look, I see soccer shoes, shin pads, and all kinds of ‘boy’ paraphenalia…I have taken to walking around the house with bounce sheets…and I stick them everywhere.  The miracle cure for stinky cleats.

Long gone are my days of privacy…I remember when I could leave doors open, walk around the house in whatever I wanted…and now? Well, it’s a very different picture…but if I open a door without knocking? I’m greeted with….HEY!!! Privacy please!!! LOL…to which I respond…I made what you got! LOL…

Long gone are the days of watching girlie shows, (with the exception of the odd Dora episode)…instead, I watch episodes of Star Trek, Zach and Cody…and forget about going to a Beiber concert!! My oldest informed me that he would rather have an unknown disease than to be seen at a Beiber concert!!! LOL…

Having boys truly is wonderful, and again, a lot of this is just poking fun. I am so proud to see the wonderful people they are growing up to be…listening to my oldest play the piano, (reminds me so much of my dad, and to see him follow in his own dad’s footsteps with his talent for soccer…truly amazing. Watching my middle dude kick some butt in karate, and see his ‘joie de vivre’. The way he’s just always so happy when  he wakes up in the morning just makes me melt…and well, my tiny dude just makes me melt for being himself…such a loving and kind soul…the I wuv u mummy is ALMOST enough to make me give him chocolate for breakfast…

…and sometimes I think they actually DO remember that I’m a girl…I know this, cause every once in a while, I find the toilet seat down…

I think I am going to paint the family room pink. 🙂

…..in 24 hours


…in 24 hours….

I wake up at the crack of dawn…well, what feels like the crack of dawn, to go to the gym for some ‘me’ time, lest I don’t get to see myself for the entire day…rush home, shower, get all “dolled up” lol…well, brush my hair..for my tiny humans that make up my family unit for the day…

…in 24 hours

I pack lunches, make breakfasts, and send the kids off to learn and grow…while they are gone I pray that my kids return ‘un-damaged’ by all that surrounds. My tiny humans and I play, and learn…I feed them, love them, and hopefully make them happy…

…in 24 hours…

My big kids come home from school, I make dinner, shuttle kids to and from all sorts of activities they need to do to promote their minds, and their bodies…in between which, I make dinner, throw in a load or two of laundry, read to my little dude, and hopefully get to sit with him a minute to play trains, or game of his choice…

…in 24 hours….

I think about tomorrow, bathe kiddies, help and check homework, make sure lunches are made, all while grooving away to some tunes, or maybe while watching a little Y and R…oh yeah, and then there’s dinner…

in 24 hours….

I tuck kiddies into bed…and then, take a minute to sit…chat with my hubby…before deciding whether or not to watch the latest episode on the tele….nope, bed wins….so…off to bed….but before I go…

…in 24 hours…

I run the dishwasher, sweep the floors, pick up the toys, throw in a load of laundry, pick out clothes for school, check agendas….take a loooonnnnngggg hot shower…ahhh…finally time for sleep…

….and before you know it…another 24 hours…and I get to do it all again…

Being a mom like I say a lot, is the most fulfilling hat that I will probably ever wear….but while working from home is wonderful most of the time…some of the time….I feel like a hamster running in a wheel…sometimes, I wish things would slow down….sometimes, I wish there was just Liz….not always, but sometimes….

My depiction of 24 hours is a bit tongue in cheek. I in no way mean that all of this is accomplished without help. Running a family takes participation from all to work well…and I am lucky to have a whole lot of great boys surrounding me, and a husband who has his own version of “…in 24 hours”.

My question? In your ’24 hours’ how do you fit in time for you, without the guilt?? Do share, I am insanely curious…

Hello World!


Hello World!

This is my very first attempt at blogging. I have thought about if for a long time and decided to finally take the plunge. I am a busy wife and working mother of 3 beautiful boys. Being a working mother of 3 is very busy, and requires a lot of juggling, and sacrifice on all counts….my goal is to stay sane, and keep a little piece of me alive in this crazy place….looking forward to hearing from other working moms, share ideas, recipes, funny stories, and most importantly, tips on how to keep our sense of self, when the word ‘mom’ essentially can be defined as ‘giving everything you have’. While I think that being a mom is the most important title I will EVER have, I would like to keep a lil piece of me…so let’s figure out and share how to do this together….

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