Monday, Monday…

Is it Monday already?

I have never understood that question. In my whole history of histories I have never NOT known it was Monday. For every second of the forty bazillion seconds in a weekend (totally officiall number by the way) I am aware as each passes by. I can feel the impending Monday morning wake-up in mah bones. Mah bones, I tell you.

And this weekend was no exception. Hubby has been working his fingers to a stumpy little nub trying to accomplish all kinds of interwebby tasks and being that he works from home this has resulted in late nights of him click-click-clicking away on his computer from the home office (i.e. our bedroom) leaving me tossing and turning to the rhythm of his keyboard.

Not as soothing as it sounds. (Yes, that was sarcasm. Not my most attractive quality. Well, that and my cankles.)

So, last night I relegated myself to the living room couch where there is no computer in sight and the only sounds assaulting my ears are those made by my achy bones as they settle into the ten year-old couch cushions.

Ahhh…blissful, right? (Again with the sarcasm. I need help.)

Not so much. Monday morning came screaming at me full-force and I’ve been feeling every bit of it…in mah bones.

And in case you’re wanting some context regarding the picture featured above? That’s just my Jack being Jack…in a little bit of a Risky Business moment. God Bless him.


An Oldie but a Goodie…

I thought I might start reposting some of my earlier blog entries, from way back when my mom and sisters were literally the only ones reading them. The following post is particularly appropriate because over the last couple of weeks I have been tried, tested, used and abused in my temporary role as “head of the household.” My husband had been relocated to Detroit for a short time while being oriented and trained for his new job (I’ll explain this more a little later) and this has left me killing my own spiders and plunging my own toilet. *Note ~ GI Joes DO NOT flush down the commode and I don’t care if they are attempting to swim to safety. Needless to say, my job as a stay-at-home mom has never been more tiring and, oddly, rewarding.

So, here it is and I hope you enjoy!


What in the HELL was I thinking? SAHM Woes…

Well, you asked for it so here it is. A glimpse inside my brain…an understanding of my soul…a glance into my psyche…Okay, so you really didn’t ask but I feel a need to talk about it so just deal with it! As I explained in my first entry, I am a stay-at-home mom. (AKA: stay-at-home lackey, used and abused with absolutely no monetary compensation.) I am, ahem, 33 years old and started my very first job as a receptionist/file clerk for a law firm at the ripe old age of 15. I took to work like a moth to a flame, like Splenda to Diet Coke, like a toddler to a cheap plastic toy at a grocery store check-out stand. But, I digress. The point is I liked to work. I liked the challenge and responsibility. I liked learning new things and meeting new people. I liked Liz Claiborne and Clinique makeup. I loved my paycheck. And thus began my love affair with making my own money. I continued to work at mostly full-time intervals until after I married my husband, Jeremy and had our first child, Avery. She was such a sweet child that I honestly couldn’t imagine working full-time and leaving her at daycare all day long. At the time I was working for a municipal court and loved my job. So Jer and I decided that I would reduce down to half-time and essentially live the best of both worlds. And it was great! I would breeze in and breeze out of work without the over-burdened stress of all my full-time coworkers and then pick up my little baby from her daycare without any guilt that I wasn’t the one actually raising her. And this schedule worked for 3 blissful years.

And then we had Jack. Sweet, funny, evil-incarnate Jack. Oh, where do I begin? Let’s start with the cost of putting two children in part-time daycare. It’s a lot. And when you are only working 20 hours a week to start with…well, you can figure it out. It was either work full-time or no-time and we decided to try the latter. What In The Hell Was I Thinking?

Little did I know that I would be joining an elite group of creative-minded parents with an inherent ability of which I was not born with nor would ever possess. Did you know that stay-at-home moms are expected to clip coupons and keep a detailed log of which stores are featuring seedless grapes at less than $2.00 per pound? And then are expected to share the information with other stay-at-home moms while any information not shared is viewed as a form of treason? Well, I know I sure didn’t! I also didn’t realize that certain parental requirements such as potty training and de-binkying (I can’t think of an official name for that one) are supposed to be seen as fulfilling and life-enriching projects. What?!

But now, I have dived in head-first into this world of coupon-clipping and crockery cooking without a look backwards at my old life. In the extremely wise and prophetic words of Popeye, “I am what I am”. But that doesn’t mean I can’t bitch about it. (My words, not Popeye’s. He was a pretty glass-half-full kind of sailor!)


Love to all, Mindy

Ugh…Dr. Phil’s SAHM vs. Working Moms

Yowza. Did anyone see the October 14th Dr. Phil show? The topic was Stay-at-Home Moms versus Working Moms, aptly named “Guilty Moms”. You can view the video and access show information at Dr. Dr. Phil had brought in women who represented both sides of the fence,a few of which were all fired up to defend their decisions. Now, I typically tend to pass on watching these types of shows because, quite frankly, I hate conflict.You know those people (and, maybe you’re one of them) whogravitate towards “entertainment” which centers itself around physical combat, relationship break-ups, and truth reveals (i.e. you thought you married a woman but I’m really a man)? I am not one of those people. I have an actual physical reaction to the conflict and Icringe at the awkwardness of it all. More often than not I end up turning off the program or changing the channel until all that drama is over. I get so uncomfortable. It’s weird.

To me, most of the time, the Dr. Phil show falls into that category. Nothing against the Doc himself but he has had some conflict-ridden show topics. Therefore, it is not DVR-worthy and does not hold a place in my “scheduled recordings.” Until yesterday. I was cruising through my guide on the TV looking for something to watch while I (guess what…folded laundry) and there I saw it…today on Dr. Phil…are SAHM’s better parents than working mothers?

Whoa, doggie! Now that’s a debate and a half. Against all my good judgment, I watched it.I won’t go into too many details of the show because it wasn’t very riveting anddidn’t give me any new insight. However, the unofficial “spokeswoman” for the stay-at-home mom section wastotally off-base and I was a little angry that they chose an overlyjudgmental woman who held such an ugly prejudice against working moms. Through her ignoranceshemisrepresentedall of us non-judgmental SAHM’s. And that ticked me off. It alsoreminded me how ridiculous this debate actually is.

Having made the decision to stay home full time after Jack was born I obviously mulled over the age-old question, “Would staying home make me a better parent?’ And I can honestly answer that in my case, no. I was an awesome mom before I quit working and I’m still an awesome mom now that I stay home buttherehave been definite bumps alongthe road. They were there when I worked. They are there now.The dynamics of my parenting have continually changed out of sheer necessity. Sure, I have more time now for one-on-one interactions withAvery and Jackbut often less patience because I spend my entire day with them (however, thanks toBoston and the invention of public schooling in 1635 one is gone from 8a.m.-3p.m). It’s a balance.

But I really just wanted to post this to tell all you working moms out there…”I ain’t mad at ya.” I know how much you love your kids. I don’t doubt your commitment to parenting. I understand the need to have a life outside of your family. I firmly believe that kids gain a ton of perspective from socializing outside of your home in daycares and preschools. I envy you your grown-up conversations andI bet you don’t have a tendency tofuriouslyhurl dirty diapers out the backdoor after you’ve changed your 5th one that day. In many ways I bet your “normal” is a heck of a lot more normal than mine.

I want it put on record that I am not one of those sanctimonious SAHM’s who claim that working mothers are substandard parents. Heck, I’ve seen plenty of substandard parenting from all kinds of voluntarily non-employed mommies. Idiocy does not discriminate.

I just thought I’d put it out there.

Love to all, Mindy