Friday, May 27, 2005
Weekends are for resting?
I think that term only applies to people with no kids. My friend Jane runs a daycare out of her home and her weekends are spent madly cleaning, doing laundry and getting ready for Monday. Is that what we're really all working towards? Getting ready for Monday? My weekend includes two field hockey games, ten to twelve loads of laundry, Brownie planning, housecleaning, gardening.....oh and trying to find some time to spend with my four (hubby counts too!) greatest treasures.

By Sunday night I'll be cursing the short 24 hour day and be left wondering what exactly I've accomplished in my two "days off".

I'm still holding out hope for Saturday's lottery results....oh the freetime I could buy!!!


Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Desperate to be dry again...
Back from our first family camping trip ever. Managed to answer our own question: "Just how much stuff can a minivan hold anyways?". Turns out that if you burn every bit of wood and paper you brought and stuff the garbage bag of recyclable cans under Mom's feet, you can JUST get all the family members and their stuff home again. Whew!

We got soaked, but apparently that's par for the course in BC. The park ranger informed us that 21 of the last 24 May Long Weekends have been wet. Thank goodness for all the tarping skills Girl Guides has taught our oldest daughter or we might still be cowering under that tree!

There is now a lot of camping equipment strewn about our backyard attempting to dry out. Of course going back to work for the week brings out the sun!

Anabella is competing in the school district's track meet this Thursday. I'm considering how I'll be able to watch her race. My options include:

1. Asking for a day off. Which means listening to excuse after excuse from my boss about how busy we are and how many days I've already used this year from the extensive vacation benefits he gifts me with (I get two lousy weeks a year).

2. Phoning in sick. This entails dragging out the "Encyclopedia of Home Health" to find a disease that I haven't taken advantage of yet. I'm considering meningitis or rabies.

3. Quitting my job. Popular with the Desperate Housewife, bad for the budget.

Your ideas are welcome.....


Friday, May 20, 2005
This is why I get out of bed in the morning…
My oldest daughter, Zeenee*, is 13 ½. Born when my husband and I were just 19 ourselves, she has taught us everything we needed to know about parenting. Like a lot of first babies, she spoiled us by being a wonderful sleeper with an easygoing spirit. Now a teenager, she is one of the best. She helps a lot with laundry and housework, is good with her brother and sister and is an “A” student. She’s also a sports nut and keeps us busy ferrying her to soccer and field hockey practices.

Anabella* is 9 on Monday. A self-professed tomboy, she also plays soccer and field hockey and rough-houses with the boys at school. Dirt is her best friend (she’s usually covered in it) and she doesn’t believe in combing her hair. When I say Zeenee spoiled us as a baby, Anabella woke us up to reality! A fussy baby and a monkey of a toddler, I fear she will turn me gray by the time she’s a teenager. Really though, she’s a mush and can’t go to bed at night without a hundred hugs.

And Budgie* makes three. Budgie is our 7 year old son. The “evil genius”. His teacher recently told us that he’ll probably be labeled as gifted next year in grade two when they do the testing. She did warn us, however, that if we didn’t channel his energies the right way, we may be in for trouble! Like we didn’t know that. Budgie has always been a light sleeper and just this month started sleeping in until 7:00. It’s nice not to wake up at 5:00 a.m. with a face peering at you from the side of the bed. “Hi Mom, whatcha doin?”

So these are the three reasons I exist. Perfect children? I think so.

*Nicknames


Thursday, May 19, 2005
I'm really jealous
…..of Stay-at-home Moms. Sometimes I just want to grab one and shake her. I want to scream, what does your husband do for a living? How can you live on one income, afford a house, go on vacations, drive a late model car? The worst are the ones with vacation property on top of it all. “Oh, I just spent the day prepping crafts and activities for the kids to do at the lake this weekend, then I painted the bathroom and planted my shade garden.” Seriously, I know this person!

I want to be that Mom. The one that drives for all the field trips, hands out the food on Hot Lunch Day, helps the teacher in the classroom. I want to pick the kids up from school and spend the afternoon at the park, go get a slurpee. Then I want to saunter home and make a good wholesome dinner. While that’s cooking we’ll work on the kids’ homework, maybe read a story. Everyone’s bed will be made and the laundry will be folded AND put away.

It may sound very June Cleaver to you, but it sounds like paradise to me…


Why So Desperate?
Because my kids need me dammit! Or maybe I need them.

My house isn't clean enough, my Son needs to study for a spelling test, the cat is way overdue for her shots, I have to do the banking for the Brownies, Daughter 2 is going on a field trip that I can't take another vacation day to attend, the laundry is piling up and there's something growing behind the fridge!

Add in a 40 hour work week and now ask me why I'm tired, unorganized, beaten down. No don't, I might bite.


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