There are lots of things that I gave up on. Some I haven't done in years. Some I have given up recently. Maybe I'm not as organized as other moms. Maybe I just don't care enough. Either way, these are the things I just don't do anymore:
1. Make my bed. Nope, not doing it. Besides the fact that Jimmy and I rarely get up at the same time, I just don't see the point. No one goes in my room but us. We are just going to mess it up later. And I have to remind my kids to brush their teeth 45 times every morning, and then smell their breath to make sure they did. So, yeah, I have other priorities before work.
2. Match and fold socks. There are 5 of us. We have work socks and short socks and long socks and soccer socks and baseball socks. And they are all in a basket in the laundry room. It's every man for himself in the sock department. Sometimes I feel fancy and sort everyone's socks into their own baskets. Like when I am on vacation or on long weekends.
3. Sort laundry before I wash it. Nope. I throw all that crap in one load and pray for the best.
4. Bath my kid every night. Yeah, mother of the year. Drew doesn't get a bath every night. Half the time we aren't even home. So, he's lucky to get one every other day. Don't judge me.
5. Read a story before bed. I felt guilty for this one for a long time. You see tv shows and movies and bedtime is a beautiful bonding time with your children. At my house, bedtime is a battle of wills. It is an hour long production to get Drew to bed. Bedtime story? I think not. I throw his mean butt into bed and run away before he even knows what hit him. (we read at other times during the day, don't hate!)
I'm sure there are so many things that I am supposed to do that I don't. Or things I shouldn't do that I do. Let my kids eat off the floor. Let my kids pee in a cup in my car when I can't find a toilet. (penises are so convenient!). Make the car "dance" to the music on our street when a good song comes on.
Oh well, the kids are all alive, the house is fairly clean, and I somewhat keep my sanity.
Wife, boy-mom, restaurant manager. Life is insane, and I kinda like it :-)
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
A date with Luke
I have three boys. I love each one of them so very much.
There are three of them. There is one of me. Sometimes, (all the time???) I find it hard to divide my time equally between them. And my poor, sweet Luke is usually the one to suffer. His older and younger brothers demand attention. Chris has been more difficult than usual lately ( that's the polite way of saying he has been driving me bat-shit crazy). And Drew is... Drew. My whirlwind of energy and emotion, and when he is in the room, all my attention is forced in his direction. Just the way he likes it.
Luke has been a little down lately. Crying at the drop of the hat. Just grumpy and not himself. He is reading this book and I was asking him about it, and one of the characters is a middle child. Luke said that the book was really like real life, and when I asked him what he meant, he didn't want to tell me. I finally got it out of him that, just like in real life, the middle child always gets ignored.
So, time for a mommy/son date. We made the journey across town to go to Lunar Golf in Madison Square Mall (have you been there lately? yeah, neither has anyone else). We played a couple rounds of that, sat in one of the massage chairs, and walked around the mall talking.
Then we were hungry, so I told Luke he could choose anywhere he wanted to eat. The sky's the limit, I said. Anything goes. He chose Subway. Haha, that shows the kind of kid he is. Simple. Easy to please. We ate our subs, then headed to Barnes and Noble for some new books
I had a great time. Sometimes I forget how funny he is. Or how much he talks when he isn't around his brothers. I found myself just staring at him, enjoying his laughter. How happy his big blue eyes looked. How young he really is. He has always been so mature for his age, and we have always treated him like he is Chris's age. Sometimes we have to take a step back and remember that he is only 7, and he needs a little extra time from me.
There are three of them. There is one of me. Sometimes, (all the time???) I find it hard to divide my time equally between them. And my poor, sweet Luke is usually the one to suffer. His older and younger brothers demand attention. Chris has been more difficult than usual lately ( that's the polite way of saying he has been driving me bat-shit crazy). And Drew is... Drew. My whirlwind of energy and emotion, and when he is in the room, all my attention is forced in his direction. Just the way he likes it.
Luke has been a little down lately. Crying at the drop of the hat. Just grumpy and not himself. He is reading this book and I was asking him about it, and one of the characters is a middle child. Luke said that the book was really like real life, and when I asked him what he meant, he didn't want to tell me. I finally got it out of him that, just like in real life, the middle child always gets ignored.
So, time for a mommy/son date. We made the journey across town to go to Lunar Golf in Madison Square Mall (have you been there lately? yeah, neither has anyone else). We played a couple rounds of that, sat in one of the massage chairs, and walked around the mall talking.
Then we were hungry, so I told Luke he could choose anywhere he wanted to eat. The sky's the limit, I said. Anything goes. He chose Subway. Haha, that shows the kind of kid he is. Simple. Easy to please. We ate our subs, then headed to Barnes and Noble for some new books
I had a great time. Sometimes I forget how funny he is. Or how much he talks when he isn't around his brothers. I found myself just staring at him, enjoying his laughter. How happy his big blue eyes looked. How young he really is. He has always been so mature for his age, and we have always treated him like he is Chris's age. Sometimes we have to take a step back and remember that he is only 7, and he needs a little extra time from me.
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