Hello friends! Can we send the kids back to school yet?

Hi there gang! So, it’s been approximately 72 years since my last post. Not much has changed. I’m still a stay-at-home mom. My kids are still lovely. My hubby is still all up in my biz and working from home. I still live in the suburbs. And I’m still just this side of looney bin-bound.

And y’all? I have missed you! How’s the family? Is that finnicky ol’ lady summer vacation treating you well? Any fantastic plans you want to brag about? Anyone ready to send their chillins back to school?

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m all about spending some QT with my little missy and mister but I am starting to get a teensy bit cagey. As wonderful as the freedom that only summer vacation can afford is, I am craving a little more structure. You might be thinking, “Well, Mindy…you want structure, then set some up!” Well, no. But thank you for the very obvious advice. (Sarcasm not intended. Okay, maybe a teensy bit.) There is an inherent quality of summer vacation, and as a stay-at-home mom for that matter, that requires a more laid-back approach to life. The hustle and bustle of the school year is deliciously absent and replaced by a much more exciting verve and vigor sparked by warm weather and endless plans. And I love that.


I also love the part where the endless plans, well, end. And I’m starting to wish that date was a little sooner than later. In our area we have approximately four weeks until we send off our mini-me’s to be educated and molded into responsible little members of society. And I’m getting kind of excited to see that yellow school bus.

However, since I have zero pull with the School District and despite my many urges to the Universe school is still a month away and we will make the best of it. I will continue to set up and change the sprinkler out in the front yard so that Jack can get wet and then decide he wants to be dry and then decide he wants to be wet again. I will continue to drive Avery to various camps and sleepovers (and will continue to explain to Jack why his sister’s friends would prefer he not sleep over as well). And, despite my occasional grumblings, I will continue to find the blessings in each day and be glad for it.


Well, Hello there!

Hi folks! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve checked in but it’s been a very full month. I’m sure that any of you with small, living extensions of yourselves can certainly understand.

It’s Back to School month and with that comes all kinds of responsibilities that were somehow pushed to the back of my partially functional summer brain. Avery started the 3rd grade and suddenly required school supplies that are found in the expensive side of the store aisle and Jack started preschool which carries it’s own host of mentally exhausting explanations and rationalizations, since last I checked “Spongebob” is not part of the normal curriculum.

But, supplies were bought, the obnoxious little yellow sponge was weaned and we survived. The kid’s have settled themselves into educated bliss quite easily and I’ve settled myself into the school year with a big reminder as to how I earned the name, Stay at Home Mom.

With each passing day I am reminded, once again, what exactly that title entails. It means laundry and grocery shopping. It means packing and unpacking lunch bags. It means finding homework shoved in the bottom of backpacks and keeping two large cookbooks on hand for smoothing out crinkled paper (Finally found a use for those cookbooks!) It means shuttling little boys to and from preschool every couple of hours leaving about enough time to use the bathroom unintterupted in between trips.

But most of all, it means being here to greet my little people when they get home with a snack, a glass of milk and a willing ear.

I love my job. (I could, however, do without the 3rd grade math homework that is making it very hard to maintain my intellectual authority around here.)

Happy 2011/2012 School Year!

Avery's First day of 3rd Grade!

Jack's first day of Preschool!


First Day of School

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Oh, happy day….oh, happy day. Celebrate good times, come on!

Sense a theme here?

You got it. What you are witnessing here is my total elation at the First Day of School! For both of my chitlins. The old one AND the young one. Which means I was granted access to three, count them..three unencumbered hours of blissful freedom while Avery started the 2nd grade and Jackson started preschool.

Avery's first day of Second Grade

Avery woke up with a fresh academically-minded attitude and a smile.

Jack's first day of preschool

Jack woke up with a messy pull-up and a request for a Pop Tart.

The decision to put Jack into early preschool was a swift and simple one. As much as I love my little dude, and trust me, he makes it very easy with the chubby lips and skinned-up knees, we were both ready for a teensy bit of space. Because of his October birthday, Jack will be a late Kindergartener and the thought of him being home with me for two. more. years. was kind of hard to muster.

Enter: early preschool.

I signed him up for two days a week with a three-hour long session and he has been nothing if not ecstatic over the entire process. His first day went impeccably well and I don’t have the heart to break it to him that he won’t be going back tomorrow.

Avery was so excited to start 2nd grade and practically ran to the school bus this morning. She’s a gentle-spirited girl who takes it to heart that her teacher is someone to respect and love. My heart is already breaking for the day she gets a teacher who doesn’t have the character to love her back. Avery is a very special person who has done nothing but make me extremely proud to be her mom. I can’t wait to see what 2nd grade brings her.

For me, I’m seeing a couple mornings a week full of longer showers and neglected magazines getting a lookey-see.

Oh, happy day.


Hip Hip Hooray…Back to School!

Oh. Thank. God. School is starting up again soon, in some parts of the country it already has, and I really couldn’t be more relieved. Let’s all take a moment to give thanks. (Pause for hallelujahs!)

I love my kids. I really do. But I’ve got to be honest with you here…they’re driving me freakin’ nuts. I’m seriously on my way to cuckoo land. Let me allow you a glimpse into my day-to-day and you’ll understand why.

The sun wakes up…and so does Jack. “Good morning!” he sings as he throws open our bedroom door, turning the light on. Every morning. The light. “I want bekfast,” he says in the next breath.

“Just a minute Jack,” I respond, yawning. My eyes are still recoiling at the sudden attack of flourescence.

“I want bekfast,” he repeats, a little more demanding.

“Jack, be patient please,” I respond, also a little more demanding. Is it possible for one’s brain to pound right out of one’s head? God.

“I WANT BEKFAST,” he yells, in case I hadn’t really heard him the first 2 times he asked.

“JACK!” I yell, “I SAID, BE PATIENT!” Pleasant way to start the day, right?

Believe it or not, things then progress rather pleasantly until Avery wakes up. Like her an unwelcome alarm clock, Jack trespasses and pulls down her covers. I hear “JACK!” coming from her room. I mean, I can’t blame her for yelling. I experience my own personal hell at the hands of Jack. But, alas, I start yelling at them to be nice to each other, damnit.

We get through breakfast (through the grace of God.).

Avery wants to play outside. The front yard. The one place her brother can’t go. Hmm…coincidence? I think not. I tell her “no.” After all, I have 70 loads of laundry to do. She needs to keep him busy. She pouts. Big shock. She’s 6.

To the back yard they go.

I referee a myriad of different arguments throughout the morning and serve up lunch.

“I wanted marshmallow creme,” Avery says as I hand her PB&J.

“Well, this is what you’re having,” I respond.

“But I don’t like peanut butter,” she tries.

“Yes, you do Avery.” Puh-lease..

“Sometimes I don’t. Like today. It doesn’t sound good,” she argues.

“Well, let me tell you what I don’t like little missy…” I begin. I’ll spare you the speech. Rest assured, Avery got the whole thing.

After lunch, Avery gets some various invitation to play at someone’s house. And then Jack freaks out. Feel free to refresh your memory about how that particular situation goes down by reading this.

Nap time. YESSS!

I wrestle Jack into bed for his afternoon nap. “I want jammies,” he cries.

“Jack, you can sleep in your shorts and t-shirt. This is naptime, not bedtime.”

“I don’t want to fleep. Not my bedtime, yet!” he yells, emphatically.

“Yes it is, Jack. No arguing. Lay down,” I urge, unwilling to lose this fight. I NEED naptime, people.

“I not fleepy, mommy,” he cries.

“Yes you are, Jack. Just lay down,” I say. And then, like the agreeable persona of his multiple personalities has taken over his body, he says, “Okay. Ni-nite mommy. I wuv you.” And then he flips over and goes to sleep. I stand there, breathing hard, perspiration across my forehead, staring at this sudden change. It gets me every single time.

Now, granted, school time is only going to save me from one of my kids. The relatively easy one. But the way I see it, that’s just one less little person around here from 8-3. It’s a win-win in my book. Now…only 745 more days to go until Jack’s in preschool. Oy.