Honestly, I could post all day on the topic of working moms. In fact, if WorkIt, Mom offered me a full-time job (that paid the bills), I would consider it heaven.
I found this comment from Moxie's post particularly fascinating, although it shouldn't be a surprise, it's not NEWS, really. Our modern-day version of SAHM-dom is a totally new concept. I hope I don't offend anyone by saying this, but I think it's true, the idea that we can run a household all by ourselves, be directly involved with our kids in scheduled, engaging activities, pursue our own interests on the side, etc., is distinctly different from the way our grandmothers did it (i.e., with help). My fascination with the evolution of feminism and the economy continues. If I were very smart (and not working, ha), I'd write something intellectual about it with sources and citations and theories.
I often talk about my Mom being a SAHM. Well, I need to clarify that. She was a SAHM when we were infants and toddlers, but went to work as a teacher the very DAY my little sister started Kindergarten, and worked all the way through until she just recently retired at age mumblemumble. I want to give her ALL the props she deserves for raising two productive members of society as a WORK OUTSIDE THE HOME Mom! Shout it from the mountaintops! She was a role model to me in that way, though I'm only just now realizing it. She went to graduate school, and so higher education and a career were just something I assumed would be part of my life, and they now are. (Well, not a master's degree, but a career anyway.) And her income was significant to our family operation, as is mine. Thank you, Mom! Also: Solidarity!
As my babies grow up and I move away from that often painful, biological desire to be with them every minute of the day, I'm coming to an end of my jealousy toward the moms who stay at home. (Which was always tempered with, "I don't know if I could even handle that, myself.") I'll never get the time back, I guess, but it's easier to reconcile at this point than it was when my parenthood journey began. I'm grateful as ever for that emotional shift.
It's almost comical to talk about whether or not daycare babies will be affected -- of course they're going to thrive. We had AJ's first grade parent-teacher conference last week. Um... I don't want to brag, but... he seems to be turning out just fine. According to the report and the "results" we're getting so far, I wouldn't change a single thing. ;)
Monday, October 25
I love this from Ask Moxie
I'm not having working mom angst lately, but it pops up perennially for me, and I think for nearly every mom who kisses her babies goodbye on weekday mornings during their toddler years.
Her response to a new WOHM was awesome:
From "Guilt guilt guilt:"
Her response to a new WOHM was awesome:
From "Guilt guilt guilt:"
Being a mom hurts in all sorts of ways, big and small, transitory and lasting, and from all sorts of things, doesn't it?
Before we go any further: You are not damaging your son by working. He will thrive,
because you are his mother and you come home to him every day.I wish that we all had jobs we loved and feel are worthy of our time, but earning the money to support our families is honorable and right. You are a good mom. You were a good mom when you were home with him, and now you're a good mom because you work.
Wednesday, October 20
With Bruises on Both Knees
So far, what I know about the Cub Scouts is that it’s very loud and the kids have plenty of time to chase each other around the school cafeteria. That’s the basic gist of the Pack meetings I have attended thus far. They do try to use that “2 fingers in the air” trick to quiet the boys down, but it does nothing, I’m afraid, to quiet the talkative parents, and that is a shame.
I’ve always thought that trick was pretty ingenious, myself. I’m a shusher, admittedly. Sometimes I kind-of horrify myself because I’ll shush a group of adults as if they’re children (in the choir loft before Mass starts, for example). But my goodness, people, SHHHH! There are microphones, and no choir needs to be heard as they gossip about the parishioners or chatter about yesterday’s college football games! Yi-yi-yi. Shh. As soon as I do it, I’m embarrassed for being the goody-goody, but on the other hand… *two fingers in the air*
Anyway, the Cub Scouts. Last night was their Halloween party, so they were extra excited. Costumed kids – I saw a Billy Idol, a Shaun White, several white-masked, black-hooded ghouls and the 6-year-old store-bought superheroes -- played some toss-the-ghost-into-the-pumpkin games for candy and pencil prizes. It was like, the best night of their LIVES. (No, I take that back: the first meeting, when they “built” “rockets” out of construction paper and then LAUNCHED them into the night sky with one of those air pedal thingys – THAT was probably the best night of their lives. But this was a close second.)
In other words, Cub Scouts is going exactly as it should be. :) Boys, snips, snails, etc. The first camping trip coming up in two weeks. I am incurably romantic about the boy-and-his-father bond, relative to scouting. The dads who are den leaders just warm my heart, wearing their uniforms and saluting with the boys as they introduce and then retire The Colors. Lovvvvvve. Respect and Good Citizenship: I am FOR. I am very eager for DH and AJ to share this overnight experience. I hope it will be fun for both of them, and I’m mildly jealous that I can’t be a fly on the tent wall, but I imagine AJ being nervous when he hears the nighttime noises of the forest, and DH being the strong, calming presence. I also imagine there will be some silly camping antics, throwing of rocks into the fire, the requisite lesson on peeing in the bushes, and all that other boy stuff.
It starts with blue blankets, then dinosaurs and trains, and then progresses to this stage, and I don't know if it's just all so NEW for me, as a girl who grew up without any brothers, but I still just really love having a little boy.
I’ve always thought that trick was pretty ingenious, myself. I’m a shusher, admittedly. Sometimes I kind-of horrify myself because I’ll shush a group of adults as if they’re children (in the choir loft before Mass starts, for example). But my goodness, people, SHHHH! There are microphones, and no choir needs to be heard as they gossip about the parishioners or chatter about yesterday’s college football games! Yi-yi-yi. Shh. As soon as I do it, I’m embarrassed for being the goody-goody, but on the other hand… *two fingers in the air*
Anyway, the Cub Scouts. Last night was their Halloween party, so they were extra excited. Costumed kids – I saw a Billy Idol, a Shaun White, several white-masked, black-hooded ghouls and the 6-year-old store-bought superheroes -- played some toss-the-ghost-into-the-pumpkin games for candy and pencil prizes. It was like, the best night of their LIVES. (No, I take that back: the first meeting, when they “built” “rockets” out of construction paper and then LAUNCHED them into the night sky with one of those air pedal thingys – THAT was probably the best night of their lives. But this was a close second.)
In other words, Cub Scouts is going exactly as it should be. :) Boys, snips, snails, etc. The first camping trip coming up in two weeks. I am incurably romantic about the boy-and-his-father bond, relative to scouting. The dads who are den leaders just warm my heart, wearing their uniforms and saluting with the boys as they introduce and then retire The Colors. Lovvvvvve. Respect and Good Citizenship: I am FOR. I am very eager for DH and AJ to share this overnight experience. I hope it will be fun for both of them, and I’m mildly jealous that I can’t be a fly on the tent wall, but I imagine AJ being nervous when he hears the nighttime noises of the forest, and DH being the strong, calming presence. I also imagine there will be some silly camping antics, throwing of rocks into the fire, the requisite lesson on peeing in the bushes, and all that other boy stuff.
It starts with blue blankets, then dinosaurs and trains, and then progresses to this stage, and I don't know if it's just all so NEW for me, as a girl who grew up without any brothers, but I still just really love having a little boy.
Tuesday, October 19
Two links you've got to see
In case you've missed this, clickclickclick right now! So funny:
http://mompetition.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-cant-make-mom-friends.html
And from the comments on that video, a about being a "good enough" parent (AMEN):
http://www.informedparent.com/article.html?thegoodenoughparent
http://mompetition.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-i-cant-make-mom-friends.html
And from the comments on that video, a about being a "good enough" parent (AMEN):
http://www.informedparent.com/article.html?thegoodenoughparent
Friday, October 15
Sad, sad tragical people
Yesterday AJ and I were a couple of sad sacks at the monthly skating party his school puts on. Neither one of us had any friends to play with. There were plenty of girls from his class, but none of the boys he plays with – in fact, only one other boy from his class at all. So he bumbled around the indoor-jungle-gym area, climbing up and sliding down kind-of aimlessly, and coming over to sip on his drink at my table more often than he normally would. I felt sorry for him.
I would have felt sorry for myself, too, at the table all alone, except that I had my Kindle app and a new book to read. But the other moms were definitely cliqued up, in an “our girls have already spent the night together” way. They’ve bonded since we all started Kindergarten last year. For one thing, Daisy Scouts starts in Kindergarten whereas Cub Scouts doesn’t start until First Grade for the boys, so they’re a year up on us in extra-curriculars. Whatever. They were perfectly nice, just didn't make much effort toward me. But it was no big deal – as I said, I had a book to read and bought myself a carby soft pretzel. No good socializing, but a fine way to get some “quiet” me-time while the music played loud and the crazy lights created my backdrop. AJ managed to get some exercise, I guess, and did play with the girls as much as he could stand. But when we left, he was definitely bummed out.
And then KT. She is a JOY when you pick her up from school – telling you all about her day, talk-talk-talking, asking for gum (her new favorite thing).... But the minute she comes in the house and sees me (DH picks her up most days), she morphs into the whiniest, want-i-est pitiful baby. Nothing to say about it, I suppose – she’s two – but man, does it make me weary. I cringe when I think of how little I am able to SMILE when she’s like that. I get that weary sound in my voice, and I act like it's a chore to DEAL WITH IT, which it IS. That usually bleeds over into AJ’s mood, too, and then no one in the entire FAMILY is able to smile. And forget about doing fun projects after dinner, or about anyone having dessert – when the kids are whiny and we’re directorial, they clearly won’t want to eat their dinner or behave at the table. And somehow I can't *brisk clap!* and shake it off and get everyone to about-face back to Happy (Dammit)!
Seriously, my one great wish, even if it were just for the weekends, is that we could do something fun, something together, that makes us laugh and just ENJOY each other for goshsakes.
Do you have any suggestions that aren't "Go out for ice cream?"
I would have felt sorry for myself, too, at the table all alone, except that I had my Kindle app and a new book to read. But the other moms were definitely cliqued up, in an “our girls have already spent the night together” way. They’ve bonded since we all started Kindergarten last year. For one thing, Daisy Scouts starts in Kindergarten whereas Cub Scouts doesn’t start until First Grade for the boys, so they’re a year up on us in extra-curriculars. Whatever. They were perfectly nice, just didn't make much effort toward me. But it was no big deal – as I said, I had a book to read and bought myself a carby soft pretzel. No good socializing, but a fine way to get some “quiet” me-time while the music played loud and the crazy lights created my backdrop. AJ managed to get some exercise, I guess, and did play with the girls as much as he could stand. But when we left, he was definitely bummed out.
And then KT. She is a JOY when you pick her up from school – telling you all about her day, talk-talk-talking, asking for gum (her new favorite thing).... But the minute she comes in the house and sees me (DH picks her up most days), she morphs into the whiniest, want-i-est pitiful baby. Nothing to say about it, I suppose – she’s two – but man, does it make me weary. I cringe when I think of how little I am able to SMILE when she’s like that. I get that weary sound in my voice, and I act like it's a chore to DEAL WITH IT, which it IS. That usually bleeds over into AJ’s mood, too, and then no one in the entire FAMILY is able to smile. And forget about doing fun projects after dinner, or about anyone having dessert – when the kids are whiny and we’re directorial, they clearly won’t want to eat their dinner or behave at the table. And somehow I can't *brisk clap!* and shake it off and get everyone to about-face back to Happy (Dammit)!
Seriously, my one great wish, even if it were just for the weekends, is that we could do something fun, something together, that makes us laugh and just ENJOY each other for goshsakes.
Do you have any suggestions that aren't "Go out for ice cream?"
Tuesday, October 12
Things that didn't take
We didn't make it to the apple orchard; our friend who planned the outing got sick and bailed. It was too hot, anyway -- not very fall-like -- and I found out later that our neighbors went apple picking the same day... so then I was glad. I would not really have wanted to run into them. Shame on me, but we see them nearly every day.
We're in another night-waking phase with KT. I'm sure it's teeth. It's always teeth. And I have seen some little molars in the back of her mouth, poor thing. She wakes up and wants to come into our bed. Uh... no. Sorry. Co-sleeping doesn't work for us. For one thing, we have a queen-sized mattress. We've brought her in a couple of times and it has usually been a mistake. (Despite that one tender moment when she patted my cheek.) So we cover her back up, doze in her rocking chair for a few minutes, leave her door open as requested, and cross our fingers on the way back to bed. I've never had trouble falling back to sleep after these episodes, until now. It's at least half an hour these days. And last night, I had some song in my head -- one of the kids' songs -- and THAT was annoying. And then I had the weirdest dreams about random people from my high school years. (Some of whom I couldn't find on Facebook this morning -- because of course, after dreaming about them, I had to look! Who isn't on FB?? ComeON.)
South Beach Diet didn't really take. A person can only go so long without a carb at breakfast -- and I'm not talking about a whole-grain healthy starch. I'm talking about a CARB. A delicious, white-bread fattening carb, preferrably with some cheese and bacon or butter and jelly. Mmmmm. I'm still going to TRY -- Canadian bacon with lo-fat cheese and V8 this morning, but I'm extremely bored with it. NOT to mention, it's about to be Gumbo season (serve over rice). I'm ready to pick a weekend to make a big pot of it.
Of course, THAT won't take with the kids. How do you get little kids to like Gumbo? It has okra and is spicy; I'm sure it'll be a no-go. But somehow all of us kids with Cajun heritage learn to love it... Maybe get them interested in the fun of dipping French bread in the broth? Hrm. A challenge for me in the years to come.
1. excited to be on the 1st grade Halloween party committee
2. Godiva coffee
3. time to plan holiday vacation days!
4. happy to continually be carried through these days
5. grateful for my loving, little kisses marriage
We're in another night-waking phase with KT. I'm sure it's teeth. It's always teeth. And I have seen some little molars in the back of her mouth, poor thing. She wakes up and wants to come into our bed. Uh... no. Sorry. Co-sleeping doesn't work for us. For one thing, we have a queen-sized mattress. We've brought her in a couple of times and it has usually been a mistake. (Despite that one tender moment when she patted my cheek.) So we cover her back up, doze in her rocking chair for a few minutes, leave her door open as requested, and cross our fingers on the way back to bed. I've never had trouble falling back to sleep after these episodes, until now. It's at least half an hour these days. And last night, I had some song in my head -- one of the kids' songs -- and THAT was annoying. And then I had the weirdest dreams about random people from my high school years. (Some of whom I couldn't find on Facebook this morning -- because of course, after dreaming about them, I had to look! Who isn't on FB?? ComeON.)
South Beach Diet didn't really take. A person can only go so long without a carb at breakfast -- and I'm not talking about a whole-grain healthy starch. I'm talking about a CARB. A delicious, white-bread fattening carb, preferrably with some cheese and bacon or butter and jelly. Mmmmm. I'm still going to TRY -- Canadian bacon with lo-fat cheese and V8 this morning, but I'm extremely bored with it. NOT to mention, it's about to be Gumbo season (serve over rice). I'm ready to pick a weekend to make a big pot of it.
Of course, THAT won't take with the kids. How do you get little kids to like Gumbo? It has okra and is spicy; I'm sure it'll be a no-go. But somehow all of us kids with Cajun heritage learn to love it... Maybe get them interested in the fun of dipping French bread in the broth? Hrm. A challenge for me in the years to come.
1. excited to be on the 1st grade Halloween party committee
2. Godiva coffee
3. time to plan holiday vacation days!
4. happy to continually be carried through these days
5. grateful for my loving, little kisses marriage
Friday, October 8
7 Quick-Takes Blessings to Count
It's your lucky day -- I have not 5... not 6... but 7 things for which I'm grateful. :)
1. Fri-hi-hi-hi-day. THANKFUL is not all-caps enough to explain how happy I am that THIS work-week is over. It wasn't hard or terrible, just full. Yesterday and today, especially, we've been hosting a consultant in my department. He is easygoing and very nice, and the meetings aren't hard -- they're just talking! -- but it's no fun to have to be ON a full 8 hours.
2. 8:30 am T-ball practice tomorrow. I know you're scratching your head -- she's thankful for this? -- but I am. I love the morning, and hardly ever get to be outdoors that early. I like the crisp air, the angle of the sun, wearing a hat, and most of all the dark cherry mocha that goes so well with it all.
3. Apple-picking. We're going to an apple orchard this Sunday for its fall festival, something I've wanted to do for YEARS but am too lazy to plan myself. So thank goodness for friends who are resourceful about those kinds of things. They suggested it, and I'm jumping on-board. Very excited -- they have a petting zoo, bobbing for apples, a tractor-pulled "hayride," and... the best part... a "Moonshine Museum," whatever that is!
4. Anyone watch "The Office?" last night? I'm very grateful for funny television. I laughed out loud several times, cringed a few others -- it was a very entertaining episode with a musical theater performance, to boot! Sometimes a good laugh is very good medicine after a long day.
5. Grateful for music, even when it's hard. Choir practice kicks my butt most of the time, and definitely did last night. It's physically demanding, and mentally even moreso. I'm not so grateful for the pitch problems in our particular choir, but as our director put it, it improves our prayer life, in order that we get through it! Ha! What a... gift. But really... music is sometimes just amazing. 16th-century harmonies? Can't beat that for beauty. I read this about music recently -- it is long, but very worth it.
6. I am so, so grateful for every hug, smile, and kiss that I receive from my husband and sweet kids. They are my whole reason for everything.
7. The little blessings of working for a good company. Free lunch today, early "dismissal" on Fridays, kindness and goodness of our people, especially regarding one employee in need right now, and the blessing of doing good work that actually means something to people. All that really helps when I'm feeling whiny about the daily grind of databases and proposals and content plans and blah-blah.
XOXO, Sweetsies.
More quick takes here.
1. Fri-hi-hi-hi-day. THANKFUL is not all-caps enough to explain how happy I am that THIS work-week is over. It wasn't hard or terrible, just full. Yesterday and today, especially, we've been hosting a consultant in my department. He is easygoing and very nice, and the meetings aren't hard -- they're just talking! -- but it's no fun to have to be ON a full 8 hours.
2. 8:30 am T-ball practice tomorrow. I know you're scratching your head -- she's thankful for this? -- but I am. I love the morning, and hardly ever get to be outdoors that early. I like the crisp air, the angle of the sun, wearing a hat, and most of all the dark cherry mocha that goes so well with it all.
3. Apple-picking. We're going to an apple orchard this Sunday for its fall festival, something I've wanted to do for YEARS but am too lazy to plan myself. So thank goodness for friends who are resourceful about those kinds of things. They suggested it, and I'm jumping on-board. Very excited -- they have a petting zoo, bobbing for apples, a tractor-pulled "hayride," and... the best part... a "Moonshine Museum," whatever that is!
4. Anyone watch "The Office?" last night? I'm very grateful for funny television. I laughed out loud several times, cringed a few others -- it was a very entertaining episode with a musical theater performance, to boot! Sometimes a good laugh is very good medicine after a long day.
5. Grateful for music, even when it's hard. Choir practice kicks my butt most of the time, and definitely did last night. It's physically demanding, and mentally even moreso. I'm not so grateful for the pitch problems in our particular choir, but as our director put it, it improves our prayer life, in order that we get through it! Ha! What a... gift. But really... music is sometimes just amazing. 16th-century harmonies? Can't beat that for beauty. I read this about music recently -- it is long, but very worth it.
6. I am so, so grateful for every hug, smile, and kiss that I receive from my husband and sweet kids. They are my whole reason for everything.
7. The little blessings of working for a good company. Free lunch today, early "dismissal" on Fridays, kindness and goodness of our people, especially regarding one employee in need right now, and the blessing of doing good work that actually means something to people. All that really helps when I'm feeling whiny about the daily grind of databases and proposals and content plans and blah-blah.
XOXO, Sweetsies.
More quick takes here.
Tuesday, October 5
Mind you...
To clarify: I am not feeling especially stressed this week. But I find it funny that when I clock in at work, especially on Mondays, it takes a long while before I transition the mind from home-manager to work-manager. If it ever transitions at all.
We turned the heat on last night. Yay! Fall! However, my eyes are suffering the effects of the dry air being pumped in (even though they were closed the majority of the time it was on). They don't want to be open AT ALL this morning. My babies were sleepy, too -- our T-ball game lasted longer than we thought it would, and then a lot of us gathered at the Dairy Queen for ice cream slash dinner. It was such fun -- all the kids, including little KT, the only girl among those big, rowdy boys, gathered in one big circular booth. Us parents hovered in booths nearby. There was talk about our end-of-season party (hooray, it's almost end-of-season!). There were Dilly Bars! (KT ate nothing but sugar last night. Some applesauce, Skittles at the game -- I was the Mom corrupting all the other toddler siblings, and I could feel the dirty looks coming my way, as other kids whined that they wanted some Skittles toooooo! WHOOPS -- ketchup, and ice cream.) I think it was a memory-making moment for the kids. :) And well worth it.
But we got home late. I told DH we would have broccoli smoothies for dinner tonight, by gosh, and the kids will be in bed early. And on we go.... !
1. cool weather, enough for a jacket
2. small pleasures, like Skittles :)
3. AJ played so well - it's fun to be proud of your kid working hard
4. a warm home and bed to go to sleep in
5. a job to come to in the morning.
We turned the heat on last night. Yay! Fall! However, my eyes are suffering the effects of the dry air being pumped in (even though they were closed the majority of the time it was on). They don't want to be open AT ALL this morning. My babies were sleepy, too -- our T-ball game lasted longer than we thought it would, and then a lot of us gathered at the Dairy Queen for ice cream slash dinner. It was such fun -- all the kids, including little KT, the only girl among those big, rowdy boys, gathered in one big circular booth. Us parents hovered in booths nearby. There was talk about our end-of-season party (hooray, it's almost end-of-season!). There were Dilly Bars! (KT ate nothing but sugar last night. Some applesauce, Skittles at the game -- I was the Mom corrupting all the other toddler siblings, and I could feel the dirty looks coming my way, as other kids whined that they wanted some Skittles toooooo! WHOOPS -- ketchup, and ice cream.) I think it was a memory-making moment for the kids. :) And well worth it.
But we got home late. I told DH we would have broccoli smoothies for dinner tonight, by gosh, and the kids will be in bed early. And on we go.... !
1. cool weather, enough for a jacket
2. small pleasures, like Skittles :)
3. AJ played so well - it's fun to be proud of your kid working hard
4. a warm home and bed to go to sleep in
5. a job to come to in the morning.
Monday, October 4
As expected, October:
Today is the Blessing of the Pets at AJ’s school. It’s at 2:30. I wish I could go. I remember when my elementary school had Blessing of the Pets. Luckily, AJ’s school lets kids bring a photo of their pet. So that will suffice. I grabbed one off the fridge this morning on the way out the door. I hope there are lots of other kids with photos in lieu of actual animals.
Tee-ball tonight. I hope AJ’s uniform isn’t balled up at the bottom of his hamper. Six o’clock game, so it’s another fast-food dinner. Dislike. I’m going to attempt Subway. (That way at least I get some vegetables.) Thank goodness it’s a 6 o'clock game, so we can get home at a decent hour, and thank goodness we took baths last night. After they go to bed, I get to attach the patches onto AJ’s Cub Scout uniform. Nothing like leaving it until the last minute! I’ll be thinking of my Granny, who had to sew the patches on for her FOUR boys. Thank goodness for “Badge Magic.”
I have to remember to pay for “Fun Food” this week, as well as sending in a form to order ground coffee (they’re selling it to earn a portion of the cost for the school).
Friday, I’m helping with the school’s annual picnic by making a trip to Costco with another volunteer, to buy burgers and hot dogs and buns, and whatever else they ask us to buy. I’m told we’ll need two cars to transport all that food back to the school. Yipes.
What night can I make peanut butter chicken? What night do I need to do KT’s laundry? Are the kids going to get sick this week? (Please no.) AJ’s class had a streak of strep last week, and KT already has the sniffles and her signature cough. Please don’t let it get worse. Please don’t let the ½ tsp of Dimetapp be really bad for her, even though the label says “not for kids under 4.” Was DH’s sickness this weekend just a 24-hour thing, or part of his chronic thing? When do I have time to go shop for long-sleeved t-shirts and Halloween costumes? Maybe today at lunch? Thank you, God and reflexology, for my lovely (Mother’s Day) massage yesterday.
These are the things I’m juggling in my brain this morning, trying to sort out. (Not the eleventy-umpteen things I have on my To-Do list at work – 7 new articles to post, new lists to compile, a new system to learn, a big contest to launch, 4 traffic reports to construct, some headlines to compose -- although those things probably need to be given some thought. At some point.)
1. massage
2. massage
3. choir sang a capella at Mass yesterday, and we didn't sound abyssmal
4. massage
5. beautiful Fall weather
Tee-ball tonight. I hope AJ’s uniform isn’t balled up at the bottom of his hamper. Six o’clock game, so it’s another fast-food dinner. Dislike. I’m going to attempt Subway. (That way at least I get some vegetables.) Thank goodness it’s a 6 o'clock game, so we can get home at a decent hour, and thank goodness we took baths last night. After they go to bed, I get to attach the patches onto AJ’s Cub Scout uniform. Nothing like leaving it until the last minute! I’ll be thinking of my Granny, who had to sew the patches on for her FOUR boys. Thank goodness for “Badge Magic.”
I have to remember to pay for “Fun Food” this week, as well as sending in a form to order ground coffee (they’re selling it to earn a portion of the cost for the school).
Friday, I’m helping with the school’s annual picnic by making a trip to Costco with another volunteer, to buy burgers and hot dogs and buns, and whatever else they ask us to buy. I’m told we’ll need two cars to transport all that food back to the school. Yipes.
What night can I make peanut butter chicken? What night do I need to do KT’s laundry? Are the kids going to get sick this week? (Please no.) AJ’s class had a streak of strep last week, and KT already has the sniffles and her signature cough. Please don’t let it get worse. Please don’t let the ½ tsp of Dimetapp be really bad for her, even though the label says “not for kids under 4.” Was DH’s sickness this weekend just a 24-hour thing, or part of his chronic thing? When do I have time to go shop for long-sleeved t-shirts and Halloween costumes? Maybe today at lunch? Thank you, God and reflexology, for my lovely (Mother’s Day) massage yesterday.
These are the things I’m juggling in my brain this morning, trying to sort out. (Not the eleventy-umpteen things I have on my To-Do list at work – 7 new articles to post, new lists to compile, a new system to learn, a big contest to launch, 4 traffic reports to construct, some headlines to compose -- although those things probably need to be given some thought. At some point.)
1. massage
2. massage
3. choir sang a capella at Mass yesterday, and we didn't sound abyssmal
4. massage
5. beautiful Fall weather
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