So while we were away visiting friends a mommy moment occurred. Really, when don't mommy moments occur?
3 boys between the ages of 3&6 were using the same bathroom as my family, including one of those 3 boys. And while I was putting on my makeup one little boy used the potty in a hurry and peed all over the place, then tried to leave before flushing, and washing hands.
Very shortly after this, our hostess came in to use the bathroom (note: it is a two piece bathroom toilet and sinks are separated via a door) and was appalled! I kept my mouth shut! She called for all 3 boys to come to the toilet- only 2 came, mine included and I was happy because I knew what was about to happen. Although, the mess maker himself didn't come to listen- the others were told how to pee and what to do when they miss. Now, I let my son be privilege to this because, although this exact incident was not his fault I'm sure at some point on this visit it was/will be and at home it is a constant issue. I wanted him to get this speech from somebody else. I thought he might listen! She told them home to keep their stream in the toilet and if they miss to get one of the cleaner wipes and clean it up.
Well he did. He listened and took it to heart so much so that when our hostess was home he refused to go potty by himself and threw some crazy tantrums based on his feelings. This was a little price to pay for the gift I received when we returned home.
Back from a trip to Target-I purchased some non-toxic eco-wipes for the bathroom and went over how and why we use them. Since then, I have had a new bathroom cleaner. His shot has been perfected and he finds any excuse to use the cleaning wipes. I can't strand the smell of urine in the bathroom-if your not peeing the smell shouldn't be there! FINALLY! There is someone else helping me to eliminate it- the tiny tinkler himself.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Night Crawler
After a long day driving home I got the car unpacked, the kids settled and the into bed. After all the caffeine wore off sleep finally took over and bliss set in.
At least for an hour, then I woke to a disturbance.
I heard a plastic or acrylic sound being moved about just feet away from my bedroom window.
I startled away and froze. I don't really want to know what is out there. The desire to protect my kids took over and I grabbed the curtain open.
No moon, street light or glasses in sight so my vision was impaired. Was I really seeing something?
And then...his head titled down, mask and all and I knew exactly what was going on.
Like a frantic warrior I began to pelt my window as if it was capable of shooting out pellets.
I was angry and half asleep. With a wild rage I went off.
"Get out of my garden" I yelled as I wildly rapped on my window, damn raccoon!
Neighborhood animals were awake, my baby was crawling in my bed and the animal leaped off into one of my trees. And back to sleep I went.
At least for an hour, then I woke to a disturbance.
I heard a plastic or acrylic sound being moved about just feet away from my bedroom window.
I startled away and froze. I don't really want to know what is out there. The desire to protect my kids took over and I grabbed the curtain open.
No moon, street light or glasses in sight so my vision was impaired. Was I really seeing something?
And then...his head titled down, mask and all and I knew exactly what was going on.
Like a frantic warrior I began to pelt my window as if it was capable of shooting out pellets.
I was angry and half asleep. With a wild rage I went off.
"Get out of my garden" I yelled as I wildly rapped on my window, damn raccoon!
Neighborhood animals were awake, my baby was crawling in my bed and the animal leaped off into one of my trees. And back to sleep I went.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
New Year Cleaning
I decided to make clean up for New Years. This place is a wreck- we are too much, too big, too all over the place for this pad.
I made some goals for the beginning off the year:
1. Clean the carpets in the living room, playroom and hallway
2. Reorganize the playroom so the boys can get to all of their toys without asking for help or getting bonked on the head from falling art supplies. This includes removing the closet doors to expose that area, getting cubbies for larger toys and donating 4 trash bags full of toys. Yes, 4 bags of good toys. I said we have too much stuff! The boys share a small room so they can have a small room of toys or else they would be sleeping on a mound of toys and clothes.
3. Steam cleaning the tile in the bathrooms and linoleum in the kitchen.
4. Undecorating the house and putting the tree on the curb for recycling.
5. Donating 4 bags of toys, 1 baby tub full of toys, 5 bags of clothing to charity.
6. Getting rid of an old car seat.
Not in that order
1. I was going to clean the carpets while the boys were at my grandmothers house- she ended getting very sick so I put them in my bed with cartoons at bedtime and moved furniture, vacuumed, cleaned the carpets. 9-11pm. The toddler got out of bed 1/2 dozen times, at least. The boys didn't go to sleep until I was done and sent them to their rooms.
Now, in the day, there are some spots that weren't there before I decided to clean the carpets. Hopefully, I'll get them next time because I am not about to do that again today!
2. I'm about 1/2 done organizing their room. i stopped for nap time and the idea of doing it again today- makes me tired!
3. Can't steam clean if I don't borrow the machine from mom- still need to do that one of these days...
4. Of course I undecorated- I needed to to get the carpets cleaned. And, of course i forgot to put away something in the kitchen that now won't fit in the box.
5. Maybe I should can the charity truck to come here?
6. I don't even now how to get rid of an old car seat!
So far, I'm not really there with my goals but 1 down is surprising!
I made some goals for the beginning off the year:
1. Clean the carpets in the living room, playroom and hallway
2. Reorganize the playroom so the boys can get to all of their toys without asking for help or getting bonked on the head from falling art supplies. This includes removing the closet doors to expose that area, getting cubbies for larger toys and donating 4 trash bags full of toys. Yes, 4 bags of good toys. I said we have too much stuff! The boys share a small room so they can have a small room of toys or else they would be sleeping on a mound of toys and clothes.
3. Steam cleaning the tile in the bathrooms and linoleum in the kitchen.
4. Undecorating the house and putting the tree on the curb for recycling.
5. Donating 4 bags of toys, 1 baby tub full of toys, 5 bags of clothing to charity.
6. Getting rid of an old car seat.
Not in that order
1. I was going to clean the carpets while the boys were at my grandmothers house- she ended getting very sick so I put them in my bed with cartoons at bedtime and moved furniture, vacuumed, cleaned the carpets. 9-11pm. The toddler got out of bed 1/2 dozen times, at least. The boys didn't go to sleep until I was done and sent them to their rooms.
Now, in the day, there are some spots that weren't there before I decided to clean the carpets. Hopefully, I'll get them next time because I am not about to do that again today!
2. I'm about 1/2 done organizing their room. i stopped for nap time and the idea of doing it again today- makes me tired!
3. Can't steam clean if I don't borrow the machine from mom- still need to do that one of these days...
4. Of course I undecorated- I needed to to get the carpets cleaned. And, of course i forgot to put away something in the kitchen that now won't fit in the box.
5. Maybe I should can the charity truck to come here?
6. I don't even now how to get rid of an old car seat!
So far, I'm not really there with my goals but 1 down is surprising!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Working from home
What I think is going on in my husbands mind.
Day 1- Working from home
A perfect working environment.
Calm
Peaceful
Dressed for success in sweat pants, stained t-shirt and slippers.
And calm and peaceful goes out the window 5 minutes before you waking- the exact time the kids start slapping my face and jumping up and down on our bed.
8 am conference call- lock myself in the bedroom and the kids morning laughter and running feet stay at bay.
10 am conference call-the kids are louder and are being shooed across the house.
12:30- boss calls- kids are yelling, screaming and crying. My call will be undisturbed in my car, in my driveway. I don't look awkward sitting in my car, in my pajamas in my driveway talking to myself in 40 degree weather.
This can't keep up- I am the king of this house.
Day 2-
Pajamas,
Look busy so kids don't bother me today because if they do I'm going to snap!
9:30 conference call- kids being kids are loud- backyard is somewhat quieter but freezing.
1:30 meeting- house is too loud so...
"Liz CAN YOU HELP, I NEED TO BE ON THE PHONE, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING!"
2:00 shower, change, run an errand.
Get home look busy.
Day 3-
Give me a break! IT'S TOO DAMN LOUD IN HERE. GO PLAY OUTSIDE. LIZ!!
WORK, COMPLAIN, WORK, COMPLAIN, COMPLAIN, tired of kids and work. Why isn't Liz doing everything, and quieter, and faster and neater and why is she complaining at me, I do remember you just don't tell me, damn kids, I need to work from work tomorrow.
Day 4-Assigned to a project for a few days in another state-finally a break!
Day 1- Working from home
A perfect working environment.
Calm
Peaceful
Dressed for success in sweat pants, stained t-shirt and slippers.
And calm and peaceful goes out the window 5 minutes before you waking- the exact time the kids start slapping my face and jumping up and down on our bed.
8 am conference call- lock myself in the bedroom and the kids morning laughter and running feet stay at bay.
10 am conference call-the kids are louder and are being shooed across the house.
12:30- boss calls- kids are yelling, screaming and crying. My call will be undisturbed in my car, in my driveway. I don't look awkward sitting in my car, in my pajamas in my driveway talking to myself in 40 degree weather.
This can't keep up- I am the king of this house.
Day 2-
Pajamas,
Look busy so kids don't bother me today because if they do I'm going to snap!
9:30 conference call- kids being kids are loud- backyard is somewhat quieter but freezing.
1:30 meeting- house is too loud so...
"Liz CAN YOU HELP, I NEED TO BE ON THE PHONE, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING!"
2:00 shower, change, run an errand.
Get home look busy.
Day 3-
Give me a break! IT'S TOO DAMN LOUD IN HERE. GO PLAY OUTSIDE. LIZ!!
WORK, COMPLAIN, WORK, COMPLAIN, COMPLAIN, tired of kids and work. Why isn't Liz doing everything, and quieter, and faster and neater and why is she complaining at me, I do remember you just don't tell me, damn kids, I need to work from work tomorrow.
Day 4-Assigned to a project for a few days in another state-finally a break!
Friday, September 25, 2009
SIck Baby
Bad enough is the pain stacking issue of treating a sick child. Especially when life goes on around you and including having a healthy kid and husband go on with their regular days. It makes sleeping impossible and smiling a ridiculous notion.
I turn into the beast formerly known as mommy.
Right now our toddler is CRANKY!
He just goes around saying "mama" on repeat in a shrill voice and every 15 seconds throwing an object for emphasis. Obviously inept at deciphering a sick child's screeching desires I just stare, try to get him to be quiet then give up. Eventually, if I stop looking at him he will go away or get really, REALLY loud.
How can I have patience after getting 4 hours of sleep the previous night , with about 45 minutes of those being in a rocking chair, rocking. Argh! Then last night waking up every hour to tell him to stop hitting my face or trying to stick his fingers in my mouth- why should he be the only one with a contagious virus?
This morning while trying to get some sleep- since I'm not getting any at night- the crying, whining, uncomfortably ill toddler snuggles up with me while drinking his only source of nutrition and then suddenly and without malice he spews the contents of his mouth and stomach into my hair and on my bare neck.
...I smell like nutrient shake and warmness. My hair looks like a mangled mess in one bunch to the top of my head. Like a a birds nest perched on my head. So now what? I can't jump up and shower. I can't stand to shower while that little ick thing is crying his head off so I just go one with clump hair.
At least all I have to get done today is...return items to the library, go to the pharmacy, buy more Lysol antibacterial wipes, clean house for party tomorrow, shower, do several loads of laundry, call mom, get some actual work done -sewing and inventory-, make dinner, clean backyard, cry, scream, melt down, drink wine, deal with sick baby, play with healthy child and not give up on life--NOT MUCH!
I turn into the beast formerly known as mommy.
Right now our toddler is CRANKY!
He just goes around saying "mama" on repeat in a shrill voice and every 15 seconds throwing an object for emphasis. Obviously inept at deciphering a sick child's screeching desires I just stare, try to get him to be quiet then give up. Eventually, if I stop looking at him he will go away or get really, REALLY loud.
How can I have patience after getting 4 hours of sleep the previous night , with about 45 minutes of those being in a rocking chair, rocking. Argh! Then last night waking up every hour to tell him to stop hitting my face or trying to stick his fingers in my mouth- why should he be the only one with a contagious virus?
This morning while trying to get some sleep- since I'm not getting any at night- the crying, whining, uncomfortably ill toddler snuggles up with me while drinking his only source of nutrition and then suddenly and without malice he spews the contents of his mouth and stomach into my hair and on my bare neck.
...I smell like nutrient shake and warmness. My hair looks like a mangled mess in one bunch to the top of my head. Like a a birds nest perched on my head. So now what? I can't jump up and shower. I can't stand to shower while that little ick thing is crying his head off so I just go one with clump hair.
At least all I have to get done today is...return items to the library, go to the pharmacy, buy more Lysol antibacterial wipes, clean house for party tomorrow, shower, do several loads of laundry, call mom, get some actual work done -sewing and inventory-, make dinner, clean backyard, cry, scream, melt down, drink wine, deal with sick baby, play with healthy child and not give up on life--NOT MUCH!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Shower
Quiet, calm and clean. I enter my warm shower, my mind wanders as my body gets to relax. I think of it as a spa- I breath and relish in the tranquility.
Within moments along the shower curtain I sense something.
Long fingers, one by one grasp the curtain and slowly move it back a tad. Then more, until one eye is visible. I look into the eye and then a whole face emerges, looking at me longingly yet solemn. Quiet and calm are about to escape the shower, the bathroom and perhaps the whole house.
Get out of mommies shower! I yell.
Shrill yells begin as my toddler tries even harder to convince me that he needs to be in my shower.
"Agua" he says.
"No, its mommies shower -no water- get out."
He doesn't leave and I'm not giving in.
We go back and forth until he gets distracted by some toys I throw at him. I hope to get 5 more minutes and the water is getting cold.
He plays in a bucket of water with a squeeze toy and bottle of almost empty baby wash. He slaps the water and makes a mess all over the clean bathroom. My rug is soaked, my kid is soaked and my serene surroundings now look like a tiny tot water park.
When play time is no longer enough, he pulls back my shower curtain again and yells, while trying to lift one leg high enough to enter the tub.
"Get out!" Mommy needs to take shower by herself- leave me alone."
He cries, and cries, and because I didn't do anything about said crying he cries louder.
I haven't had a quiet, complete shower in 3 years. I'm lucky when I can remove the children from my hip long enough to get a shower in. I shouldn't be surprised.
Within moments along the shower curtain I sense something.
Long fingers, one by one grasp the curtain and slowly move it back a tad. Then more, until one eye is visible. I look into the eye and then a whole face emerges, looking at me longingly yet solemn. Quiet and calm are about to escape the shower, the bathroom and perhaps the whole house.
Get out of mommies shower! I yell.
Shrill yells begin as my toddler tries even harder to convince me that he needs to be in my shower.
"Agua" he says.
"No, its mommies shower -no water- get out."
He doesn't leave and I'm not giving in.
We go back and forth until he gets distracted by some toys I throw at him. I hope to get 5 more minutes and the water is getting cold.
He plays in a bucket of water with a squeeze toy and bottle of almost empty baby wash. He slaps the water and makes a mess all over the clean bathroom. My rug is soaked, my kid is soaked and my serene surroundings now look like a tiny tot water park.
When play time is no longer enough, he pulls back my shower curtain again and yells, while trying to lift one leg high enough to enter the tub.
"Get out!" Mommy needs to take shower by herself- leave me alone."
He cries, and cries, and because I didn't do anything about said crying he cries louder.
I haven't had a quiet, complete shower in 3 years. I'm lucky when I can remove the children from my hip long enough to get a shower in. I shouldn't be surprised.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Hairryyyyy
Let's just say that I like to be eco-friendly and do my part. In high school I found out that my favorite and fantastic deodorant/antiperspirant was testing on animals and I gave it up forever. I like to help with things that I can do without making life altering changes. I am not going to live in a tent or be hairy but really that isn't necessary. It's the little things that make large impacts.
Recently I changed from disposable razors to those with just the replaceable heads being disposable (instead of the arm and razor) so I can lessen the landfill impact or use less water and oil for creation or re-creation.
Little change but it could reduce my waste and really not change my lifestyle too much.
WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! Pivoting razors don't like my body. It doesn't work for me- I ended up looking like Bigfoots prettier sister.
Some how I noticed one day that there were long airs under my pits. What! I started shaving when I was 9, long before I needed to just to avoid this! And someone did notice- my hubby on fact said "I thought you were trying something new" eco-friendly natural sunscreen is trying something new, but being hairy is a whole other dedication. How do you not say something? Just an FYI even.
From that point on I stared while shaving until my eyes went cross and then shaved some more. The only way my pivoting razor would get the hair was to shave my skin off- ouch!
Next, camping where showering isn't a priority but still was done. After 2 days on the beaches in a swimsuit and 2 showers with shaving (lucky to get in this family especially when camping) and then one at home - I spied a disaster! In the car sitting cross legged waiting for the hubby to take our family somewhere- I studied my legs and found...the backs of my legs had hair on them. Not stubble, not ultra fine blond 'hair' (which I don't even get since I have dark hair and think my family must be the connection to modern man and the missing link)but chubby 6 year old hairy legs. Yikes! Are you kidding me- what the hell was the razor doing while going up and down my legs with soap, water and at times shaving cream- dancing? It was working about as well as shaving with the cap on.
Forget it- I will change some other thing in my life but at this point I am destined to buy disposable razors again. And I did! And now my legs are soft, smooth and look like I shaved rather than starting my winter coat.
Recently I changed from disposable razors to those with just the replaceable heads being disposable (instead of the arm and razor) so I can lessen the landfill impact or use less water and oil for creation or re-creation.
Little change but it could reduce my waste and really not change my lifestyle too much.
WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! Pivoting razors don't like my body. It doesn't work for me- I ended up looking like Bigfoots prettier sister.
Some how I noticed one day that there were long airs under my pits. What! I started shaving when I was 9, long before I needed to just to avoid this! And someone did notice- my hubby on fact said "I thought you were trying something new" eco-friendly natural sunscreen is trying something new, but being hairy is a whole other dedication. How do you not say something? Just an FYI even.
From that point on I stared while shaving until my eyes went cross and then shaved some more. The only way my pivoting razor would get the hair was to shave my skin off- ouch!
Next, camping where showering isn't a priority but still was done. After 2 days on the beaches in a swimsuit and 2 showers with shaving (lucky to get in this family especially when camping) and then one at home - I spied a disaster! In the car sitting cross legged waiting for the hubby to take our family somewhere- I studied my legs and found...the backs of my legs had hair on them. Not stubble, not ultra fine blond 'hair' (which I don't even get since I have dark hair and think my family must be the connection to modern man and the missing link)but chubby 6 year old hairy legs. Yikes! Are you kidding me- what the hell was the razor doing while going up and down my legs with soap, water and at times shaving cream- dancing? It was working about as well as shaving with the cap on.
Forget it- I will change some other thing in my life but at this point I am destined to buy disposable razors again. And I did! And now my legs are soft, smooth and look like I shaved rather than starting my winter coat.
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