Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Confessions

This post is dedicated to all Moms…Especially you -the working Mom…

I worked until Greyson was 1 and I don't think there's a harder job in the ENTIRE Universe.

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Greyson has ABA ("Therapy") all day- every day until 5 or 5:30 pm. He gets 30 minutes for lunch, and usually 60-90 minutes for a nap. Mondays and Tuesdays are extra jammed packed because we fit Speech Therapy in at the end of the day. I want him to get as long of a nap as possible so I wait until 5 minutes before we have to leave to wake him.

If you are a mom you know that something happens to the clock 5 minutes before you have to leave. It is the Bermuda triangle of time. One second –you have 5 minutes before you have to leave- and the absolute very next second its suddenly 4 minutes after you were supposed to leave…which is what happens to us almost every single time.

From Greyson’s viewpoint, I imagine it feels like he is being born …he is warm and cozy, sleeping in his bed and the next thing he knows its all lights and cold and yanking… I try to ease the transition by calmly whispering into his ear, “We are going to see Teacher Amy” because that makes him really happy. I then transport him into the running car that is waiting for him… Cars 2 playing on the movie screen…and his snack and drink and Parker all waiting for him.

The other day I strapped him in his car seat and remembered that I needed to grab something inside…I run inside…. look around for it…..and I don’t see it…because I have no idea why I came inside in the first place. Usually I talk to myself so I don’t forget… I will say…”Parker-Diaper” “Parker-Diaper” “Parker- Diaper” over and over again…because if I don’t, I will forget.

Suddenly- I spot our shiny coffee pot filled with stale old coffee and I think….I should make an iced coffee for the drive… that’s what I needed…caffeine! So despite the fact that I should have left 3 minutes prior, I proceed to make a gross-but who really cares because its caffeine- iced coffee.

We make it to speech just in time. I grab Parker out of the car (yes- Parker and I watch every speech appointment because I’ll be damned if Parker isn’t speaking in full paragraphs by the time he is one.)

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As I get Greyson out of his car seat I realize he is not wearing any shoes….

Oh, yes!…now I remember- shoes!–that's why I went back in ….

But instead I got coffee...for myself...and my son has bare feet….in January…

My first thought was- I’ll certainly never write a post about this... And then that got me thinking...

I know--you and I just starting hanging out and all…and I should be on my best behavior for at least a little while…but I prefer to just be honest and be myself....so here it goes...

Here are my confessions…

Sometimes I do this:

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I adore Real Housewives of BH & OC and Us Weekly. My brain needs to go to those types of places at night.

I’ve tried Botox…twice. I look better without it.

I’m 38 years old. I will never lie about my age. One day I will look back on pictures of the 38 year old me and think, “Damn! I looked good. I had way less crows feet…way less age spots…” I’m trying to tap into that “Damn I look good” feeling now, instead of waiting 10 -20 years.

Many days I spend 8 minutes getting ready in the morning because I prefer sleeping to showering. I usually wake up at 6:30 and that’s early enough. Because of this I often end up looking like a homeless person…in lululemon.

When I am not wearing my workout clothes, I wear what I affectionately call The Uniform. Despite a row of pretty fabulous jeans in my closet, all I ever want to wear is this pair.

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At first I fought it- I made myself rotate the others…now I just wear The Uniform.

Sometimes I pull out the big guns when I need to shower- or put Greyson down for a nap.

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Dude goes Comatose the second I turn on the movie Despicable Me (and only that movie)...it’s frightening…and hilarious.

Sometimes I play silly games to keep myself entertained…like- What would Jack the dog look like if he were human. If you have a dog you should totally play this game. It’s really fun.

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Caffeine is one of my favorite food groups. I drink it constantly until 5pm. Sometimes I drink so much I can actually hear it sloshing around in there.

Sometimes…I read my own blog….

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2 comments:

  1. Confessions...

    Most days I forget to brush my boys hair in the morning...thank God their dad usually remembers...and I let them dress themselves every day...they are happier that way! I'd rather have happy, mismatched boys!

    I sing at the top of my lungs, horribly off key, anytime I am alone in my car...or with the boys in the back seat. I don't listen to Maroon 5 and the sort, but for my boys I put away my music and belt out Moves Like Jagger!

    I hate not wearing heels...unless I am wearing my Chuck Taylors, flip flops at the beach, or my running shoes.

    Swimming is better for me than counseling...I know, I've tried both.

    I love my job...and I am guilty every time I miss an assembly or a field trip, but I am a better mom because of the job I do every day. It's a hard conundrum.

    I am 36 years old, but I feel 27...I liked 27 a lot...

    I cry super easily...in fact Chrissy, your blog brings me to tears regularly. I do what I do for the kids and the moms and the dads and the brothers...I believe in learning and changing and growing every single day. I am not here to stay the same...I am here to get better and better. Growing hurts at times, but I will never stop!

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  2. Um, I can pretty much relate to every single confession ;)

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