Archive for October, 2010

Week in Review – Part 2

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Here we go again.  You would think wouldn’t you that after 7 years the adventures of raising children would become somewhat redundant.  Well, not in my household.  My children seem to have a way to create, unintentionally I  might add, adventures never seen before almost on a weekly basis. It as usual has been a very eventful week, or weeks I should say. Not all of it at the hands of my children.  Oh, no, if I am being completely upfront I must admit that I am quite adept at creating my own adventures.

The week started off with a bang.  I’ve mentioned  before my 2-year-old son’s penchant for coffee grounds.  I had hoped we had passed that particular phase but I was to be proven sadly mistaken when I discovered him hiding with his treasure (a huge tin of coffee grounds).  How he got a hold of it I still haven’t figured out.  Had it not been for the trail of coffee grounds he left for me to follow (through the family room into the playroom, across the couch and over behind the t.v.) I might have had to take him to the hospital for a caffeine overdose – is there any such thing?

Then came thanksgiving, and MY little bungle.  After a wonderful thanksgiving meal with my family at my parent’s house I proceeded to pack my littlest one up and get him settled in his car seat for the ride home (the older two were going to stay for a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa’s with their Dad that night).  After getting him all settled, I shut the van door and walked over to the driver’s side when I realized I had locked him in and the keys were sitting on the front passenger seat!  Panicked I ran into the house “Call AMA, Call AMA!!”.  While I and about 10 other relatives stood around the van waiting for AMA to show up my little guy just drank his milk and waved and giggled ..awwwww.  I have to give a shout out to AMA for coming so quickly.  I highly recommend if you ever lock your keys in your car that you have a kid, anybody’s kid, locked in there to. Talk about priority service! 

Later in the week while my 6-year-old and I were making faces at each other and laughing hysterically she porked out the biggest booger I have ever seen right  in my lap!   I should have called National Geographic or the Guinness Book of World Records.  There must be some scientific foundation somewhere that would have been interested in that miracle of the universe.  I couldn’t even move, so frozen in disgust I was, and I am used to picking snotty noses but this was absolutely beyond belief.  I waited patiently with bile coming up my throat while my daughter ran to get me the biggest wad of kleenex her little hands could carry.

Then on one of those very rare occasions, yeah right!, when I was having an “I can’t deal with this” kind of day I sent the kids outside to play so I could have some much deserved quiet time.  I don’t worry very much about them outside.  They are fenced in and my oldest is enough of a tattle tale that if anybody was getting into something they shouldn’t be, I’d hear about it.  But I never considered the option that there just might be something SHE would be getting into with them!  After about 20 minutes I thought I should go have a peek and see what they were up to.  At first I couldn’t find them, they blended so well into the background.  Then I noticed 3 little mounds of mud moving in a very un-mud like way and three sets of eyeballs! There they were covered from head to toe in mud.   They had tossed mud up on the side of the house, washed their hair in mud and I think even rolled in it! 

Some of you already know of the “mask” episode.  My 2 girls were up in their room making crafts.  This time I wasn’t home.  My husband was home and in charge and was himself having some much deserved quiet time (anybody see the pattern  here?).  They had cut and coloured some masks and came downstairs to show off their prowess to their father.  Upon closer inspection, he noticed there were no strings on the masks to hold them in place on their face.  When he asked them how the masks were held in place their response was “we glued them”.

And then there was this morning.  I was up early to catch a solo shower (very uncommon in my household).  After climbing out I could hear a bunch of ruckus going on in the kids bathroom beside me.  My husband was asleep in bed and that could only mean one thing!  They were alone in the bathroom….remember, I have had Polly Pockets floating in an inch of water on that bathroom floor before.  I was much relieved when upon entering the bathroom all I saw was one kid on the toilet and the other in the tub apparently playing without the water.  After a stern warning NOT to touch the taps I left to get dressed.  However,  immediately upon leaving the bathroom I heard the sound of water running so back in a stomped with every intention of turning off those darned taps and giving my 3-year-old what for.  Turned out she hadn’t touched the taps….no sir’ee….she was peeing.  That’s right just standing there with her jammies hiked up, peeing ….in my tub!

And thus complete’s my Week in Review (Part 2)……… be continued.


A Little Reflection Maybe

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Well, seeing as I am all about the whole keeping it real thing, I decided I just had to go back to my original entry “Aw C’mon People It’s All In Good Fun” and revamp a few things.   

After a little retrospection and discussions with a friend of mine, who is uniquely equipped in his ability to not allow circumstances to influence how he is going to feel in any given moment of any given day, I have come to the conclusion that I just may not be the positive person that I thought I was. Depending on your definition of positivity that is. Maybe optimistic would be a better word to describe me.  I believe in the goodness of the human spirit, in Karma and see the world as a generally wonderous place.  However, on a day-to-day basis? Sometimes life just sucks.  Not usually, but sometimes it really just does and I don’t understand the hesitation in the admittance of that fact. Is the effort required to be positive (as in never admitting to having a bad day or expressing that you are having a bad day) really sustainable?  To me, it’s not. You see, I have children.  I lack the time and frankly thanks to my physical and mental exhaustion, the ability and inclination for the self-indulgence required for that level of insight.  Three other little people who lack any control over their own emotions  depend on me entirely for their own happiness.  So my days are taken up managing other people’s emotions and there is little time left over for managing my own.   

I guess I now struggle with the meaning of being positive.  I do like to find the humour in everything that I can.  Humour in the trials and tribulations we as parents experience every day.  I also like to complain about it.  For me, in doing so, I am facing my emotions head on and can then leave them in the old garbage heap spent and powerless over me.  Emotions open doors for us, provide us with insight and wisdom, draw out our insecurities for reflection and can provide us with hours of entertainment.  By allowing our emotions the leeway to be experienced and expressed we are freeing ourselves from their control over us and breaking the confines of restraint.   Happiness is fleeting.  It comes and goes a hundred times a day.  True and sustained happiness is unattainable but contentment, now THAT is a worthwhile accomplishment for even in the toughest of times you can maintain contentment and it will bring you a peace and harmony that no amount of happiness could.  Not that I’m not up for a little happiness and don’t strive to have it in my life but maintaining it is a real bugger!  Nope, I’ll take contentment any time over happiness.  Simply put, it’s just more realistic and honestly, much more satisfying.  

I take a risk when I write these blogs.  You are all seeing my inner most self and many are going to judge, disagree with or ridicule.  But that’s okay maybe I will learn a little more about myself (as in the shocking revelation that I am not the positive person I thought I was), maybe you will learn a little more about yourself.  In the end, it is a journey (as corny as that may sound).  I’ll take my lumps and my grumps as part of this tremendous experience I call life.  If we are lucky, we have that one person in our life who we trust implicitly. We know without doubt that no matter what we say or do we will always be accepted by them.  We could expose our deepest darkest selves, insecurities and fears to them and know that they would stay by our side without judgement… know who you are out there…I see you and I’m grateful for you.  

So, I continue to opt for reality.  That way when I get hit over the head with a shovel, I’ll understand its just a shovel, not a dump truck.  And I’ll take a little banter now and then, a good debate,  and a whole lot of passion. 

My Kids are Freaks

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My kids are freaks.  Oh, they come by it naturally enough.  Goodness knows that both my husband and I, freaks in our own right, come from a long line of freaks.  In my family we have a penchant for falling UP stairs rather than down stairs (our gravitational fields work differently than most) and family feuding seems to be some kind of hobby.  And my husband’s family? They are all freaky nice.  Aren’t in-laws supposed to be crazy, possessive, intrusive, meddling sorts?  Mine aren’t, they are nice and THAT is down right freaky!  

Oh in many ways my kids are very normal kids.  They are bright, beautiful, kind, compassionate, loving and thoughtful.  Until they are all put together in the same room that is.  Then I don’t know who, or WHAT, they are.  Something happens and they turn into crazed, out of control monsters whose sole purpose is to pummel their siblings and drive me crazy.  Trust me, crazy has seemed pretty appealing on some days.  There have been times when I have begged someone to put me in a straight jacket and throw me in a padded cell.  Oh, the peace and quiet, 3 meals a day that I don’t have to make, nobody to clean up after and no sensory overloads.  

It’s my fault that my 2-year-old looks like a freak, albeit a very cute freak.  I haven’t yet been able to bring myself to cut his hair.  It is curly and grows out instead of down like some kind of halo gone wrong. Flat on top and Friar Tuck around his ears. 

The other day I was vacuuming the family/living/dining/playroom (it’s a multi-purpose room. I gave up on the whole “adult space” thing) and all three of my kids were chasing the vacuum cleaner like rabid dogs less the foaming at the mouth part.  Really isn’t vacuum chasing something better left for the family dog? 

My oldest should it ever make the papers, would be world renowned for her temper tantrums.  Scientists would come from far and wide to marvel at her stamina and volume. 

The nail in the coffin on the whole “My Kids are Freaks” though was when after an afternoon working quietly in their room on facemasks they came down the stairs wearing them.  My husband curiously asked “how are you keeping those masks on”.  To which they replied “We glued them”. 

…..I rest my case. 

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