Power of the Pen!

Some people would say that the cost of silence is free. Those people are not mothers. There is always a cost. Like when your toddler is having a full on tantrum during the 2nd hour of a 14 hour trip so you give him the remaining ½ of a chocolate bar knowing full well that it will leave the worst mess on him, the car seat, the car, etc. but your sanity and that of your husbands is well worth the mess.  Or maybe you plopped junior in front of the TV because you needed to do the laundry and now, thanks to a crazy yellow sponge he frequently calls things stupid. Thus that load of laundry has now cost you a weeks’ worth of aggravation (and perhaps a side of mommy guilt because YOU plopped him in front of the TV to be babysat for 10 minutes) trying to correct what he learned. Or perhaps you just wanted to sleep for ten more minutes on Saturday morning so you let the kids make their own breakfast and the cost for those ten minutes, 2 hours of cleaning, wiping down walls, windows, etc.  But let’s be honest, most of the time it is worth it! However there are those occasional exceptions when the mommy currency has dire consequences. This was one of those times.

We had had a long day and my 3-1/2 year old was, well, acting like a 3-1/2 year old. Very independent, wanting to do everything for herself, and we were having a 2 steps forward and 3 steps back kind of a day. I was counting down the minutes till quiet time. We needed a break from each other. And sometimes she actually sleeps but often she just plays quietly in her room for ½ hour or so which is fine by me. As long as we each get a few minutes to ourselves before the big kids come home so we can greet them refreshed and with a ‘back to happy’ kind of an attitude.  Finally, quiet time arrived. I placed her in her bed and turned on the quiet time music; pulled the shades, and quietly left her room…I might have been doing the happy dance on the way out. I then went about my mommy business.

I did some laundry, unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, and swept up the breakfast and lunch crumbs.  The entire time listening with one ear for her to holler down to me asking if she could get up but it never came. So I had assumed that she had actually fallen asleep. This was my first mistake, NEVER ASSUME ANYTHING! I totally should have run upstairs and peeked in on her. But I didn’t, nope, instead I basked in the glory and grabbed my book and started reading. Now, have you ever gotten into a great book that you just can’t put down? That was the kind of book I was reading and before I knew it a ½ hour had passed. It was time to pick up the big kids from school. So I ran upstairs to wake up our sleeping beauty.

As I approached the room I heard commotion, like she was rushing to hide under the covers. And then I opened the door and my mouth dropped! It was everywhere, the walls, sheets, pillows, fitted sheets, on her, and on her sister’s priced possession, the American Girl Doll. How was I ever going to live this one down? It was everywhere but where it should be, on paper!!! There was pen everywhere and what was worse, I didn’t have a moment to spare, I had to go pick up her big sister who was going to be furious at her and worst of all, ME! See, this is when that mommy currency has huge consequences and totally backfires.

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So we picked up the older kiddos and they went up to their bedrooms to change into their play clothes. Oh, the high pitched little girl screams that were coming from that room, it was agonizing, dogs were barking in the next town over.  And as her eyes met each of her little sister’s inked art (not to be confused with tattoos…there were no tattoos) she yelled her sisters name. And then she saw it, the American Girl Doll and it happened, she yelled, “MOM!!!”  Sure, when it was just the walls, sheets,  and pillows it was her sister’s fault but the doll, somehow that was my fault. I felt horrible. I instantly tried to fix my mistake; I sent out an SOS on Facebook and received many great suggestions on how to remove the ink but unfortunately nothing worked.  So we will be sending her to the American Girl Hospital…which made me a bit nervous at first because the doll doesn’t have health insurance but I am pretty sure she is covered under the affordable care act.

Moral of the story, sometimes the price we pay for our mommy time is too high and not worth it and…(in a whisper) never leave a 3 -1/2 year old alone in a room with pens. Chances are you will have to frisk those little ones, they are so sneaky…I am thinking about installing a pen detector at the entrance of their bedroom. Haha!

UPDATE:  (I always love updates on shows)

As of right now, as it stands, only mommy and daddy have pen privileges. Though I have to be honest, not a day has gone by when I pick up a pen and don’t recall this horrific incidence. Perhaps my pen privileges should be revoked, at least then I could sleep better at night. Haha!

Do tell, how have you spent your mommy currency? And was it worth it? Have you ever had a child display their artwork on the wall, furniture, etc.?

 

Case in point

The other day I was in the kitchen totally rockin my ‘mom uniform’ (yoga pants, tank tops, and a ponytail) while preparing dinner. Our eldest was doing her homework, son was on the computer, and toddler was hosting an impromptu tea party.  It was peaceful and quiet, for all of five minutes. Then the phone rang.  And instantly the kiddos jumped to action.  As if the ring of a phone symbolized a call to action, like a drill or warning.  But this was no drill, suddenly a full on game of follow the leader evolved and unbeknownst to me, I was the leader!

Like all moms, multitasking is simply a byproduct of the job. So while I chatted I continued with dinner, laundry, spot cleaning the floors, etc. I walked from the kitchen up the stairs, back downstairs, to the basement; you get the idea, and all the while with three little shadows. It is a wonder we did not trip over each other.  

As I hung up the phone two things crossed my mind. Confusion, I know I just had a conversation with someone on the phone but what exactly did it regard? Did I just agree to go somewhere, or do something?  All this multitasking is quite distracting.  And secondly, my pre-mommy days when I had all the time in the world but didn’t know it…before I was ever introduced to yoga pants…ponytails were only acceptable when working-out, and I could have an uninterrupted conversation on the phone and  recall every word!

Sure I miss those days sometimes.  But I would NEVER go back; as exhausting and lonely as motherhood can be at times I am addicted!   Also, I have come so far since those days.  I have a clear understanding of what is important in life.  I have grown to appreciate my authentic self and that is something I will never give up, not even for youth, though it is nice to channel my pre-mommy days from time to time.

Thus, on occasion, in order to remind myself that I am more than the household cook, cleaning lady, chauffer, etc. I like to put on something nice, or basically, not yoga pants. Do my hair, and then grab the iPad and give it a little makeover too.  I shed the iGuy case that screams ‘I am a mom’ and replace it with my sassy pink case that says ‘who’s that lady?… Totally not a mom that’s for sure’. 

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Oh la la…no way those nails do the dishes, right!? 

Look at me being all sophisticated. Well, almost…busted!  Shhh….I am playing hide-n-seek. Like I said multitasking is a byproduct of motherhood.

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So, if you are looking for an easy way to feel sophisticated while in the throes of motherhood give your iPad a makeover….checkout all the fancy garb for your iPad here

So what do you do to give yourself a break from motherhood? 

Staying Sane in Fort Wayne

Moms have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could just run away from home and check into a hotel, or better yet, a Marriott Suite? Just to get away for a few hours, to do whatever your heart desires and not be responsible for one gosh darn individual, activity, group, chore, etc.?  I fulfilled that dream this past week and I thought it only fair to share with you, other hard-working parents who also deserve to run away from home every once in a while.

My husband was in his college roommate’s wedding which was held in Fort Wayne Indiana.  So we made arrangements with my parents to watch the children over the weekend and we headed for Fort Wayne. Once there my hubby had to tend to his groomsmen responsibilities, you know, get his suit, change, take pictures, etc. So that meant that little old me would have to be all alone for 4 hours.  Oh dear, what to do? HELLO, live out my ultimate mommy moment!

So I dropped off my hubby and headed to TownPlace Suites-Marriott where I proceeded to check in, all by myself.  I walked the luggage in, all by myself, not having to hold anyone’s hand.  I slowly and effortless got on the elevator, all by myself. Our eldest is not a fan of the elevators so I usually take the stairs with her or I calmly walk her through the elevator ride. But not on that luxurious day, I stepped on that elevator like I owned it.  I walked into the room, all by myself, and let out the hugest sigh ever.  I had arrived; it was finally my moment, the mommy moment of all mommy moments, I was all by myself!!  No dog to let outside, cat to feed, nose to wipe, shoes to tie, argument to put at bay, food to prepare, laundry to fold, butt to wipe, spilt milk to clean, etc. it was just me.  IT WAS JUST ME!!

What to do????

So I did what any mom would do when they find themselves in this situation: I jumped on the bed, I turned on all the lights, I flipped through every channel on television, I paid homage to the ever so popular self-portraits in the bathroom while dancing and singing, I jumped on the bed again, read my book, ate some salty snacks (thanks for the Chex Mix Lilly), gave props to the interior design who designed the suite (except for one small detail that I did not quit agree with, ever wondered what you look like while taking a crap? Well now you know thanks to the full-sized mirror located across from the toilet), made some coffee, watched the Client List (scandalous, seriously), and….I know I did something else… oh, yeah, and then I attended a wedding.

Living the dream…..WOOHOO!

That’s right….I am dancing with a shower curtain because I can. Jealous?

NO KIDS….AHHHHHHH!!!!

Ever wondered what you looked like while taking a crap? Good news, just check into the TownPlace Suites-Marriott and wonder no more.

Thanks for helping this mama relax, let loose, and ultimately, even though it may not be apparent based upon these pictures, maintain her sanity Fort Wayne Indiana.

This post is dedicated to the one I love.  Don’t we clean up nice? And congratulations to Adam and Brooke we wish you many happy years together!

So how was your weekend? Have a dream mommy time moment to share?