Monday, June 25, 2012

Happy Monday

Today is the happiest of Mondays.

It's this little girl's 9th birthday.


The truth is, she makes us me happy every day.  Her dimples, twinkling eyes, winning smile.  Her loving, compassionate nature.  She's sweet and kind and full of joy.  She's imaginative and determined and brave and grounded.  She's funny and smart and devoted.  

As I've said before, if you're lucky enough to be loved by her, you're luckier than you know.  If you're lucky enough to love her, then you already know how lucky you are.

Happy Birthday to my Little Meems.  You are truly a blessing.

Monday, June 18, 2012

What Lies Beneath

The covers, that is.

This evening, I had the joy of making the boys' beds (a chore I despise).  In the process of stripping the beds and prepping them for new sheets, I found:

4 yearbooks
1 stuffed snake
1 stuffed bat - the flying kind
1 stuffed squirrel - his name is Douglas
3 stuffed monkeys
1 blankie
1 cardboard sock wrapper
5 balled-up socks
1 pair of underwear
1 fuzzy Spiderman blanket
1 karate belt
1 foam pirate sword
1 Thomas the Train flashlight
1 polar bear knitted mitten
2 Bakugans
1 sticky note pad
1 water bottle
1 Redskins calendar

It was like an episode of "Hoarders."  
Except they're MY hoarders.

Then, to top it all off, I found 27 quart-size Ziploc bags in Tate's sock drawer.  When I confronted him, he said he had no idea how they got there.  Just as I was about to announce to him that I didn't just fall off the turnip truck Will started laughing.  He put them there.  

I asked him if he did it as a joke.

"No, I just didn't know where to put them.  I got them at the end of school when the teacher was giving away extra supplies."

"And it never occurred to you that they should go in the kitchen??  In the drawer with the other plastic bags???"

A shrug, a giggle and a protest of "I just wasn't thinking about that."

So he put them in his brother's sock drawer.  THE SOCK DRAWER IN HIS BROTHER'S ROOM.

No words.

Just. No.


Might as well just enjoy the madness.

A sense of humor is a MUST for moms of boys.  Thankfully, I have 27 Ziploc bags and a stuffed squirrel named Douglas to remind me of that.

Happy Monday

Happy today for wonderful fathers.

My Dad
Playing on the beach with his grandbabies.

My Husband

Such a great dad and husband.

I love you!

Thursday, June 14, 2012


Dear child,

Today you are learning your lesson the hard way.

I don’t care if it was an accident or a lightning flash of rebellion or just a critical lack of judgment, there is magic marker on the wall. 

You will scrub the magic marker off the wall.  Yes, until it’s all gone.

Oh, but of COURSE it’s permanent marker!  Why would you use anything else? 

I know that the Magic Eraser will get that off the wall in a jiffy.  And, I am keeping that as my very own little secret while you scrub and rub.  You need to spend a little time on this. 

Time to sweat this out a little.  Time to think mommy’s so mean.  Time to wonder what’s going to happen if you can’t make this marker disappear.  Time to wish you had never done this.  Time to feel a little panicked.  Time to wonder why and be slightly alarmed by the fact that Mom didn’t raise her voice or get angry.  Time to gain some perspective.  And accept responsibility.

Use this time to come to the realization that you will never do this again.  Use this time to cry a little if you need to, that’s OK.  Use this time feel the weight of remorse.  Use this time to understand that actions have consequences. 

Thank you for your apology, sweetheart.  Thank you for the hug and the promise not to do this again.  Thank you for the tears…they confirm to me that you have learned your lesson.  I love you more than anything and, despite what you think, your tears break my heart, always.  This is not something you will realize until you have a child of your own.  This DOES hurt me more than it hurts you, but I’m doing you a grave disservice if I act otherwise.

Here, try this Magic Eraser.  Wow, isn’t that amazing?!!

I love you.  So very, very much. 


Monday, June 11, 2012

Happy Monday

Today, I am happy for paint.  
And the fact that my husband doesn't even bat an eye when I repaint the kitchen. 

 For the 4th time.  

In 7 years.   

Fingers crossed this is the one!

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

An Open Letter to My Husband

Dear Stephen,

I know you are a busy man.  I know time is at a premium.  I know you are trying to balance all the time you spend on the road with quality family time with the kids on the weekends, as well as the general maintenance and to-do lists of household projects.  For example, I love the new lattice you are putting up under the deck.  And I adore the fact that  you want to go canoeing and fishing with the kids.  ADORE.

But please, PLEASE, for the love of all that is holy, can we put “finishing our bathroom” back on the priority list?  If you love me, you will refocus.  Because I cannot take much more of the toothpaste-smeared, splattered mirror, wet toilet-seat madness that is the kids’ bathroom.  The fighting over who gets the sink.  The fighting over who gets the stool.  The constant makeupus-interuptus because I have to wet the 10-year-old’s hair down, and I have to ponytail the 8-year-old, and I have to wipe toothpaste off of the 6-year-old’s shirt.  And also his face.  And also his hair.  The “singing” your daughter does in the mirror has given me tinnitus.  And sometimes, she just watches me.  It’s unnerving.  Today, she spent an inordinate amount of time telling me all about her wiggly tooth, but then left the bathroom saying “well, it’s not really wiggly yet.”  I do not understand how it can be wiggly and not wiggly all at the same time and this morning I spent way too much time pondering this instead of getting ready.  I want to not have to check the toilet seat first.  I want to never have to use that toilet seat again ever.

I miss my privacy.  I miss not having to wait in line to use the restroom.  I used to hate how small our bathroom is, but now I see it’s a beautiful size…just big enough for one person.  I have come to realize it is glorious.  The builder obviously had small children.  As it turns out, his planning was thoughtful and spot-on, not cheap and lazy like we originally thought.  Well, OK, I concede there was some cheap and lazy.  But we’re going to fix that, right?

Right?  Please???


Your currently-still-sane-but-not-for-much-longer-if-we-have-to-keep-sharing-that-bathroom wife.    

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

Boys take their consequences and move on.

Girls take their consequences and make them pretty.  

Now, we just have to work on that handwriting.