The older two boys finished school on Thursday, May 25th (a half day of school at that). I guess that makes this Day 4 of summer vacation. Oddly enough, I can't even remember what we did on Day 1 (Friday). Monday was Memorial Day, so that didn't really count.
Yesterday was Time Travel Day. I'm not kidding. We slept a bit late, getting up around 9. I exercised for 20-30 minutes while the kids played, then we had breakfast around 9:30 or so. Boom! Next think I know, it's noon and I'm still sitting at the kitchen table in my pajamas. How did that happen? Here's the amazing thing. I only spent a short amount of time on the computer - probably 30 minutes at most. So where'd the rest of the morning go? I had forgotten about this time travel phenomenon associated with summer vacation.
Today was a little better. Woke around the same time, exercised and showered, before the two kids across the street came over at 10 am (I was watching them while their mom ran a couple of errands). After they left around 11:30, I did a little homeschooling with Son #3, before running a couple of errands of our own, then came home and did chores. We (meaning I) got the idea that if we did a thorough cleaning today, then perhaps it would be easier to keep the house looking somewhat neat for the rest of the week. All we'd have to do is spot-clean! Yeah, right. Anyway, by the time it occurs to us to have lunch, it's 3:00! (We did have a snack earlier.)
So anyway, Dear Hubby just calls to let me know he's on his way home from work and do I have any thoughts about dinner. He knows better than to ask, 'what's for dinner?' (response: "whatever YOU feel like cooking.") So I explain that, um no, I haven't thought about dinner since I had lunch two hours ago. He says, oh another one of those days?
But hey, before we schedule an MRI or CAT scan, let's not forget we got stuff done, and the kids actually have time to play. This summer is going to FLY by!
Going off topic here, there's another cool blog that I'm enjoying immensely: The FlipFlop Mamma's. Faithful readers (all six of you), check it out. I've also included a link at left.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
What Type of Mamma Are You?
I was reading flipflopmamma's blog - one of my new favorites - and she posed the question "Do Clothes Make the Mom?" (To give credit where credit is due, she actually expounded on the topic from another mom's blog, which is also very good. Flipflopmamma posted a link so you can find it there.)
So how do you dress for everyday life? How about makeup? Here's me: I've gained weight (again) and refuse to buy any more pants, shorts, jeans until I lose it. This means I'm stuck with three pairs of jeans, one pair of shorts and few casual skirts. Add to that a dozen or so Old Navy Perfect Fit Tees in a variety of colors, several ribbed tank tops (I find the term 'wife beaters' offensive), and non-ribbed tank tops. I use these to counter the ridiculous tan I get from wearing tees. You know the one: tan arms, white pasty shoulders. I also have a few camis but I feel a little bare wearing them. I'd probably feel differently if I lost a few pounds.
I hate to iron and fortunately not much in my wardrobe requires it. If it's wrinkled, I can toss it in the dryer for a few minutes. Before I stopped working 4 years ago when Son #3 was born, I had a nice wardrobe of business suits, twin sets, skirts, dress pants, high heeled pumps, matching handbags, accessories...In my new life, it just doesn't fit (physically or figuratively) so I donated almost all of it. I own several pairs of shoes, but usually choose from among three favorites. I wear them until they wear out and then I buy more.
I do wear makeup. Jane Iredale Bare Minerals Loose Powder Foundation. It lasts pretty well on my oily skin in our humid climate and the sunscreen aspect is amazing. It offers good coverage (I'm prone to redness and broken facial capillaries) yet feels weightless. I line my upper eyelids with a gel liner (Clinique Limited Edition Gel Eyeliner in 'Black Honey' - a deep brownish-burgundy color with subtle sparkle), black mascara, and a semi sheer lip color (currently Clinique Almost Lipstick in 'Black Honey'). If it's a dressy occasion, I'll line the lower lids and add a coordinating eyeshadow. I never wear blush since I'm too rosy naturally.
I wash my hair every morning, which is harsh, but necessary. If I'm wearing it down, I'll blow it dry and depending on which conditioner I've used, I might even put the flat iron to it. I'm going gray faster than I care to admit so I use Natural Instincts semi-permanent color every 3-4 weeks on the root area only. I've had problems with permanent hair colors in the past so I'm not inclined to try them again - at least not as a do-it-myselfer, and I can't afford the expense of monthly salon visits.
I never paint my fingernails (they're too soft so nail polish never lasts more than a day). I do sometimes use Neutrogena Nail Enhancer. I also do paint my own toenails. Pedicures are a nice indulgence, but I'm not sure how I could get away from the kids long enough to get one done on a regular basis.
So now that you have a visual image of me, contrast it to this: there are two moms whose sons are on Son #2's baseball team. They're very nice ladies. They have the time and the money to work out at the athletic club. Both are pretty tan - I don't know if it's from their community's swimming pool (our 'community' pool is my neighbor's inflatable one), or a tanning bed. Perfect manicures (acrylic nails) and pedicures (one also has acrylics, the other looks like a do-it-yourselfer like me). Amazing figures and wonderful wardrobes. They show up at the ball park in the latest fashions - capris, madras, crop pants, tanks or halters with NO bra straps peeking out, 4" wedges (except today one wore a 4" chunky sandal), really cool handbags, perfectly accessorized. I'm in awe that they look like they stepped out of In Style magazine (or maybe "Lucky" magazine, which still isn't so shabby). Part of my wishes it could be me. The other part of me just doesn't have the time or energy to expend. (I may not have the money, either, but I do have bargain shopping down to an art form...)
We live in a pretty upscale area and I realize that I probably come across as less affluent. Whose the better mom? The truth is, assuming we're all providing adequate care to our families, we ALL are the better mom. Just because someone looks perfectly 'put together' doesn't mean she has it all together. And just because one of us is a disheveled mess at times (okay, so I'm exaggerating) doesn't mean we're not having a great time messing up our manicures while catching tadpoles with our kids.
For more on my fashion ineptitude, visit my March 21, 2006 post.
So how do you dress for everyday life? How about makeup? Here's me: I've gained weight (again) and refuse to buy any more pants, shorts, jeans until I lose it. This means I'm stuck with three pairs of jeans, one pair of shorts and few casual skirts. Add to that a dozen or so Old Navy Perfect Fit Tees in a variety of colors, several ribbed tank tops (I find the term 'wife beaters' offensive), and non-ribbed tank tops. I use these to counter the ridiculous tan I get from wearing tees. You know the one: tan arms, white pasty shoulders. I also have a few camis but I feel a little bare wearing them. I'd probably feel differently if I lost a few pounds.
I hate to iron and fortunately not much in my wardrobe requires it. If it's wrinkled, I can toss it in the dryer for a few minutes. Before I stopped working 4 years ago when Son #3 was born, I had a nice wardrobe of business suits, twin sets, skirts, dress pants, high heeled pumps, matching handbags, accessories...In my new life, it just doesn't fit (physically or figuratively) so I donated almost all of it. I own several pairs of shoes, but usually choose from among three favorites. I wear them until they wear out and then I buy more.
I do wear makeup. Jane Iredale Bare Minerals Loose Powder Foundation. It lasts pretty well on my oily skin in our humid climate and the sunscreen aspect is amazing. It offers good coverage (I'm prone to redness and broken facial capillaries) yet feels weightless. I line my upper eyelids with a gel liner (Clinique Limited Edition Gel Eyeliner in 'Black Honey' - a deep brownish-burgundy color with subtle sparkle), black mascara, and a semi sheer lip color (currently Clinique Almost Lipstick in 'Black Honey'). If it's a dressy occasion, I'll line the lower lids and add a coordinating eyeshadow. I never wear blush since I'm too rosy naturally.
I wash my hair every morning, which is harsh, but necessary. If I'm wearing it down, I'll blow it dry and depending on which conditioner I've used, I might even put the flat iron to it. I'm going gray faster than I care to admit so I use Natural Instincts semi-permanent color every 3-4 weeks on the root area only. I've had problems with permanent hair colors in the past so I'm not inclined to try them again - at least not as a do-it-myselfer, and I can't afford the expense of monthly salon visits.
I never paint my fingernails (they're too soft so nail polish never lasts more than a day). I do sometimes use Neutrogena Nail Enhancer. I also do paint my own toenails. Pedicures are a nice indulgence, but I'm not sure how I could get away from the kids long enough to get one done on a regular basis.
So now that you have a visual image of me, contrast it to this: there are two moms whose sons are on Son #2's baseball team. They're very nice ladies. They have the time and the money to work out at the athletic club. Both are pretty tan - I don't know if it's from their community's swimming pool (our 'community' pool is my neighbor's inflatable one), or a tanning bed. Perfect manicures (acrylic nails) and pedicures (one also has acrylics, the other looks like a do-it-yourselfer like me). Amazing figures and wonderful wardrobes. They show up at the ball park in the latest fashions - capris, madras, crop pants, tanks or halters with NO bra straps peeking out, 4" wedges (except today one wore a 4" chunky sandal), really cool handbags, perfectly accessorized. I'm in awe that they look like they stepped out of In Style magazine (or maybe "Lucky" magazine, which still isn't so shabby). Part of my wishes it could be me. The other part of me just doesn't have the time or energy to expend. (I may not have the money, either, but I do have bargain shopping down to an art form...)
We live in a pretty upscale area and I realize that I probably come across as less affluent. Whose the better mom? The truth is, assuming we're all providing adequate care to our families, we ALL are the better mom. Just because someone looks perfectly 'put together' doesn't mean she has it all together. And just because one of us is a disheveled mess at times (okay, so I'm exaggerating) doesn't mean we're not having a great time messing up our manicures while catching tadpoles with our kids.
For more on my fashion ineptitude, visit my March 21, 2006 post.
Friday, May 26, 2006
I'm Sorry - I've Exceeded My Maximum Number of Decisions for Today...
Have you ever felt that if you had to make one more decision, your head would burst? I feel that way more often than I care to admit. Today, for example. A perfectly enjoyable, first-day-of-summer-vacation day with my three boys.
I wake. I decide whether to do one of my DVD workouts or two (decided to skip legs today and work on abs only - I usually do both on Fridays). I wake the boys and help them decide what to have for breakfast. I decide what to eat. I decide what my 4 yr old would wear. His request ("pants with pockets"), while helpful, doesn't really narrow down things much. I decide what I would wear. Then we decide our day. We have quite a few errands to run and plan our strategy.
We pick up my friend who had an outpatient procedure at the clinic, stop by the pharmacy drive-thru window, then bring friend to her house. Off to Target. Decisions, decisions: whether to buy swimsuits for the older 2 boys (yes). Which ones? Looking for a bookcase for Son#1's room. Target has several. Will this one fit, will the laminate on that one peel? I decided I don't like either. We need two Target gift cards for the neighbor girls (Katrina evacuees who will be moving into their new home soon). How much to put on the gift card? Bumblebee card or Target dog card? (One of each.) Do we also buy a greeting card? (No.)
Next up: department store that's having a good clearance sale. I don't feel like trying stuff on. We decide to leave.
Next stop: Linens-N-Things. No bookcases there, so that was easy. Lunch at Moe's Southwest Grill. This was when I knew I was in trouble. It took me ten minutes to decide what I wanted to eat a taco. They prepare the food at the counter and ask you "Hard Taco or soft? (soft) Black beans or pinto? (none) Beef, chicken, or tofu? (chicken) Shredded cheese or cheese sauce? (shredded) Lettuce? Tomato? Sour cream?" ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! ENOUGH!!!!! It's a taco, for Pete's sake, not rocket science. Just put regular taco stuff on it!
I gave myself a break at the pet store: I let Son#1 and Son#2 buy mealworms for their geckos while Son#3 and I waited in the air conditioned minivan parked right outside the door. While waiting, I get the great inspiration to make little ankle bracelets for the two girls that I bought the gift cards for, so it's off to the bead shop. Don't even get me started on the decisions *that* trip required!
When we returned home, I helped the boys clean out their backpacks and sort through all the stuff they accumulated and created during the school year. More decisions. What to pitch? What to keep? Where to put it?
So it's approaching dinner time and Dear Hubby asks what are we having? Not in a 'what are you fixing' way, but 'you decide and I'll cook it' (he's so great like that). Problem is, by this time, I have a headache and couldn't care less if the kids decided to have mudpies for dinner. (Actually, I'd nix mudpies, but if they begged for cereal, I'd cave in a heartbeat.). Dear Hubby decides to make chicken nuggets for the boys and pick up sushi for us. Left up to me, I'd just sit there all night until I got hungry enough (around midnight) and then I'd raid the cookie jar. Voila! Dinner is served.
Dear Hubbe really takes good care of me when I'm like this. So why did I want to scream when he asked me what I wanted to watch on TV tonight - regular program or DVD? Comedy or suspense? Kid-friendly or grownup? Arrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!
I wake. I decide whether to do one of my DVD workouts or two (decided to skip legs today and work on abs only - I usually do both on Fridays). I wake the boys and help them decide what to have for breakfast. I decide what to eat. I decide what my 4 yr old would wear. His request ("pants with pockets"), while helpful, doesn't really narrow down things much. I decide what I would wear. Then we decide our day. We have quite a few errands to run and plan our strategy.
We pick up my friend who had an outpatient procedure at the clinic, stop by the pharmacy drive-thru window, then bring friend to her house. Off to Target. Decisions, decisions: whether to buy swimsuits for the older 2 boys (yes). Which ones? Looking for a bookcase for Son#1's room. Target has several. Will this one fit, will the laminate on that one peel? I decided I don't like either. We need two Target gift cards for the neighbor girls (Katrina evacuees who will be moving into their new home soon). How much to put on the gift card? Bumblebee card or Target dog card? (One of each.) Do we also buy a greeting card? (No.)
Next up: department store that's having a good clearance sale. I don't feel like trying stuff on. We decide to leave.
Next stop: Linens-N-Things. No bookcases there, so that was easy. Lunch at Moe's Southwest Grill. This was when I knew I was in trouble. It took me ten minutes to decide what I wanted to eat a taco. They prepare the food at the counter and ask you "Hard Taco or soft? (soft) Black beans or pinto? (none) Beef, chicken, or tofu? (chicken) Shredded cheese or cheese sauce? (shredded) Lettuce? Tomato? Sour cream?" ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! ENOUGH!!!!! It's a taco, for Pete's sake, not rocket science. Just put regular taco stuff on it!
I gave myself a break at the pet store: I let Son#1 and Son#2 buy mealworms for their geckos while Son#3 and I waited in the air conditioned minivan parked right outside the door. While waiting, I get the great inspiration to make little ankle bracelets for the two girls that I bought the gift cards for, so it's off to the bead shop. Don't even get me started on the decisions *that* trip required!
When we returned home, I helped the boys clean out their backpacks and sort through all the stuff they accumulated and created during the school year. More decisions. What to pitch? What to keep? Where to put it?
So it's approaching dinner time and Dear Hubby asks what are we having? Not in a 'what are you fixing' way, but 'you decide and I'll cook it' (he's so great like that). Problem is, by this time, I have a headache and couldn't care less if the kids decided to have mudpies for dinner. (Actually, I'd nix mudpies, but if they begged for cereal, I'd cave in a heartbeat.). Dear Hubby decides to make chicken nuggets for the boys and pick up sushi for us. Left up to me, I'd just sit there all night until I got hungry enough (around midnight) and then I'd raid the cookie jar. Voila! Dinner is served.
Dear Hubbe really takes good care of me when I'm like this. So why did I want to scream when he asked me what I wanted to watch on TV tonight - regular program or DVD? Comedy or suspense? Kid-friendly or grownup? Arrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
If I Could Change One Thing About Myself...
Someone posed that question to me recently: If I could change one thing about myself, I think I would like to learn to relax more and worry less (that doesn't really count as two things, does it? They DO go hand-in-hand, after all).
I tend to put way too much pressure on myself. Perhaps it's because as a stay-home mom, I have relatively little pressure. Really. Other than having the coordinate the schedule of five people, which isn't really difficult for a Type-A person like me (thank you, Palm Pilot!), I don't have any real demands on my time.
That said, I volunteer for various things and the way I get myself worked up, you'd think I was negotiating a peace treaty to end nuclear weaponry. I beat myself up over the teensiest mistakes. Hello, I'm a volunteer! Sure, I want to do a nice job, but my livelihood doesn't depend on it! Don't like the job I'm doing? Fire me! Truth is, no one seems to notice the little faux pas. Yet in my mind, they're disasters.
Which leads me to Part B: I wish I cared less about what others - particularly strangers - think. I used to not give a rat's ass what people thought. When did that change? Why couldn't I have found a 'happy medium'?
Someone (okay, a therapist) once suggested it's the classic behavior of an Adult Child of an Alcoholic. We slip into people-pleaser mode to gain the approval of strangers since we were never quite able to attain it from the people we needed it the most. Uh oh! Apparently the Immodium kicked in. Is this the start of ... emotional diarrhea? Signing off now!
I tend to put way too much pressure on myself. Perhaps it's because as a stay-home mom, I have relatively little pressure. Really. Other than having the coordinate the schedule of five people, which isn't really difficult for a Type-A person like me (thank you, Palm Pilot!), I don't have any real demands on my time.
That said, I volunteer for various things and the way I get myself worked up, you'd think I was negotiating a peace treaty to end nuclear weaponry. I beat myself up over the teensiest mistakes. Hello, I'm a volunteer! Sure, I want to do a nice job, but my livelihood doesn't depend on it! Don't like the job I'm doing? Fire me! Truth is, no one seems to notice the little faux pas. Yet in my mind, they're disasters.
Which leads me to Part B: I wish I cared less about what others - particularly strangers - think. I used to not give a rat's ass what people thought. When did that change? Why couldn't I have found a 'happy medium'?
Someone (okay, a therapist) once suggested it's the classic behavior of an Adult Child of an Alcoholic. We slip into people-pleaser mode to gain the approval of strangers since we were never quite able to attain it from the people we needed it the most. Uh oh! Apparently the Immodium kicked in. Is this the start of ... emotional diarrhea? Signing off now!
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