Welcome to a new feature on this little blog of mine. One where I confess things that I do that drive me crazy and perhaps make my own life a bit harder.
Let's start with today's example: Procrastination. I am a master procrastinator. I put things off to the last minute and still succeed at getting them done better than anyone I know. Sure it usually involves less sleep and some crazy moments but things get accomplished and who could argue with that? In fact, I am so good at procrastinating that I have actually convinced myself AND my husband that I do better work if I wait until the last minute.
Case in point:
We leave in 3 1/2 hours to begin our spring break drive to visit our family in Iowa. I still have laundry that needs to go in the dryer which then needs to go in the suitcase that's not packed, which needs to go in the car that currently has a gas gauge sitting on E.
Wish me luck folks. I'm on a mission. WHEEEE!!!
Friday, March 28, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
"Don't Touch Me!"
Kids go through their phases, especially when it comes to phrases. We all experience the "no!" phase and the "why?" phase. My little guy though, his favorite phrase right now happens to be "Don't touch me!".
As a parent it is super annoying, often embarrassing and generally makes me concerned that some random person is going to be worried about his well being as he yells "Don't touch ME!" to his own Mom and runs away from me.
It's not like this happens sometimes. This happens all the time.
Checker at the grocery store says hi. "No! Don't touch me!".
Charlotte's teacher brings her to the car. "Don't touch me!".
Another walker nods to us while we are on a walk. "No! Don't touch me!".
Starbucks barista tries to hand him his apple juice. "No! Don't touch me!".
Old gentleman at the post office comments that he is a cute little guy. "Don't touch me!".
People back away from us with their hands in the air trying desperately to explain themselves like they were really doing something wrong by saying hello to my 2 year old. "Oh my gosh. Sorry. No. I wasn't going to touch you. So sorry."
Not only am I ridiculously embarrassed, I have no idea how to stop it. He says it to us at home all the time too. When it's time to take a nap, change a diaper, heck...even just to give him a treat we are greeted with a swift hand out and an exclamation of "No! Don't touch me!".
This week he started elaborating on his favorite phrase. "No! Don't touch me! I'm Iron Man. I get you!". To be honest I like it better.
Please tell me I'm not the only one. What are some choice phrases your kiddos have been stuck on?
As a parent it is super annoying, often embarrassing and generally makes me concerned that some random person is going to be worried about his well being as he yells "Don't touch ME!" to his own Mom and runs away from me.
It's not like this happens sometimes. This happens all the time.
Checker at the grocery store says hi. "No! Don't touch me!".
Charlotte's teacher brings her to the car. "Don't touch me!".
Another walker nods to us while we are on a walk. "No! Don't touch me!".
Starbucks barista tries to hand him his apple juice. "No! Don't touch me!".
Old gentleman at the post office comments that he is a cute little guy. "Don't touch me!".
People back away from us with their hands in the air trying desperately to explain themselves like they were really doing something wrong by saying hello to my 2 year old. "Oh my gosh. Sorry. No. I wasn't going to touch you. So sorry."
Not only am I ridiculously embarrassed, I have no idea how to stop it. He says it to us at home all the time too. When it's time to take a nap, change a diaper, heck...even just to give him a treat we are greeted with a swift hand out and an exclamation of "No! Don't touch me!".
This week he started elaborating on his favorite phrase. "No! Don't touch me! I'm Iron Man. I get you!". To be honest I like it better.
Please tell me I'm not the only one. What are some choice phrases your kiddos have been stuck on?
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
The Release of Frozen
Like many 4 year olds, my daughter is completely consumed by the movie Frozen. The deepest of her love is for the character Elsa. Her and her friends at school have an 'Elsa Club' and she has been declaring "my favorite color is blue like Elsa's; except that my real favorite color is still pink". And, of course, she can sing every word of Let it Go, both Idina Menzel's version and Demi Lovato's version. Oh yes, we have been in a full out Frozen frenzy for the last couple of months.
So much so, that when we were at the Disney store in January we went ahead and pre-ordered the movie. We did this for two reasons:
1.) I thought it would be easier. No worrying if a store is out of stock and then having to make multiple trips to find it. A guarantee to just get it right away.
2.) You got a coupon. $20 off a $40 purchase coupon in fact. Quite the deal.
One thing that our sweet little miss doesn't know is that we are surprising her with a trip to Disney for her birthday in April. So that coupon was going to allow me to buy the Elsa dress for her to wear when she meets her new favorite princess.
I started to notice the day we pre-ordered the movie that Frozen merchandise was becoming scarce in the stores. The displays were getting smaller, nothing was in stock, and of course...no costumes. So, to be safe, I started checking for it more regularly. By checking I mean like losing my mama mind and calling multiple stores on delivery days to see if they got any in, checking obsessively online, searching Etsy for one that wasn't super lame or super expensive. Never any luck. The best advice I continued to get from the stores was to just wait until the release of the movie. They would get all the stuff in then.
So here it is. Tuesday, March 18th. The much anticipated Frozen day. I had to drop Charlotte off at preschool at 9:00am and the mall opened at 10:00. I was going to be there ready to day-after-Thanksgiving-body-slam anyone who got in the way of me and the rack that was sure to house the costume. I couldn't even wait the full hour. I was in the car, Oliver loaded in the stroller, and in the mall at a quarter till 10:00. I eagerly approached the Disney store....where I saw a freaking line wrapped entirely around the store and out the door. Every single person in line waiting to get their movie. Ugh...they opened early.
I can work with this, I thought. As long as they have the dress I can handle the line. I make my way over to a teeny tiny stand littered with a few rogue Frozen items. Really awesome kid items too like coffee cups and adult sized t-shirts. What the hell? I needed an employee. Stat.
"Excuse me mam, where is all the Frozen stuff"?
"Hello Princess!! Everything we have is right on this rack!!"
"Um...this is everything? I have called this store about 712 times over the last 2 months and I was told today would be the day you would finally have Frozen stuff in stock"
"Awe! Well you are looking at everything we have!! Is there anything I can help you find?"
"Well, I was hoping to get an Elsa dress. Again, I was told today would be THE DAY for that. Do you know when you will be getting some in?"
"Well no Princess I don't!!"
"You have got to be kidding me. This is ridiculous."
"Oh I am so sorry to hear that!! Have a magical day!!"
A few points to keep in mind here. It's great to be chipper as a Disney Store employee. My daughter loves it when you call her princess. I, on the other hand, could care less. And when you see I am getting annoyed, the likelihood is that you calling me princess will annoy me more. And another thing; the magical day comment would have been far awesomer had you whipped a costume out from who knows where and presented it to me. Pure magic right there. Other than that it was pretty much BS.
I left the store. I called my Mom to vent. I calmed down, got a coffee, and went back to the store. Where I waited in line for over an hour to pick up an item I already paid for. Did I mention my screaming 2 year old who just wanted to rip every stinking thing off every shelf and tear it open and play with it for 3 and a half seconds before moving on but instead he was trapped in his stroller belting out some blood curdling screams for the gigantic line of people to enjoy? Yeah, he was there too.
The one silver lining was that moment in line when I decided to check online for the costume and they actually had it. In stock. In her size even! I called the hubs to have him make sure it was the good one, you know Disney; there is the good costume everyone wants, and there is the uglier one that people accidentally buy when they think they are buying the first one. The hubs didn't answer so I checked out and called my Mom. She confirmed it was the right one. In stock. In her size! At this point I was pulling into our driveway since we live all of 10 minutes from the mall, and I run in to order it.
You read that right. SOLD OUT. All of 37 seconds later there were none.
Lesson learned. So many lessons learned. Like not to pre-order movies because it saved me absolutely no time or don't hesitate if you find what you think you might want just because you don't want to lose out on the ridiculous shipping charge if it wasn't the right one. Thank you Disney, for always teaching me something new.
So much so, that when we were at the Disney store in January we went ahead and pre-ordered the movie. We did this for two reasons:
1.) I thought it would be easier. No worrying if a store is out of stock and then having to make multiple trips to find it. A guarantee to just get it right away.
2.) You got a coupon. $20 off a $40 purchase coupon in fact. Quite the deal.
One thing that our sweet little miss doesn't know is that we are surprising her with a trip to Disney for her birthday in April. So that coupon was going to allow me to buy the Elsa dress for her to wear when she meets her new favorite princess.
I started to notice the day we pre-ordered the movie that Frozen merchandise was becoming scarce in the stores. The displays were getting smaller, nothing was in stock, and of course...no costumes. So, to be safe, I started checking for it more regularly. By checking I mean like losing my mama mind and calling multiple stores on delivery days to see if they got any in, checking obsessively online, searching Etsy for one that wasn't super lame or super expensive. Never any luck. The best advice I continued to get from the stores was to just wait until the release of the movie. They would get all the stuff in then.
So here it is. Tuesday, March 18th. The much anticipated Frozen day. I had to drop Charlotte off at preschool at 9:00am and the mall opened at 10:00. I was going to be there ready to day-after-Thanksgiving-body-slam anyone who got in the way of me and the rack that was sure to house the costume. I couldn't even wait the full hour. I was in the car, Oliver loaded in the stroller, and in the mall at a quarter till 10:00. I eagerly approached the Disney store....where I saw a freaking line wrapped entirely around the store and out the door. Every single person in line waiting to get their movie. Ugh...they opened early.
I can work with this, I thought. As long as they have the dress I can handle the line. I make my way over to a teeny tiny stand littered with a few rogue Frozen items. Really awesome kid items too like coffee cups and adult sized t-shirts. What the hell? I needed an employee. Stat.
"Excuse me mam, where is all the Frozen stuff"?
"Hello Princess!! Everything we have is right on this rack!!"
"Um...this is everything? I have called this store about 712 times over the last 2 months and I was told today would be the day you would finally have Frozen stuff in stock"
"Awe! Well you are looking at everything we have!! Is there anything I can help you find?"
"Well, I was hoping to get an Elsa dress. Again, I was told today would be THE DAY for that. Do you know when you will be getting some in?"
"Well no Princess I don't!!"
"You have got to be kidding me. This is ridiculous."
"Oh I am so sorry to hear that!! Have a magical day!!"
A few points to keep in mind here. It's great to be chipper as a Disney Store employee. My daughter loves it when you call her princess. I, on the other hand, could care less. And when you see I am getting annoyed, the likelihood is that you calling me princess will annoy me more. And another thing; the magical day comment would have been far awesomer had you whipped a costume out from who knows where and presented it to me. Pure magic right there. Other than that it was pretty much BS.
I left the store. I called my Mom to vent. I calmed down, got a coffee, and went back to the store. Where I waited in line for over an hour to pick up an item I already paid for. Did I mention my screaming 2 year old who just wanted to rip every stinking thing off every shelf and tear it open and play with it for 3 and a half seconds before moving on but instead he was trapped in his stroller belting out some blood curdling screams for the gigantic line of people to enjoy? Yeah, he was there too.
The one silver lining was that moment in line when I decided to check online for the costume and they actually had it. In stock. In her size even! I called the hubs to have him make sure it was the good one, you know Disney; there is the good costume everyone wants, and there is the uglier one that people accidentally buy when they think they are buying the first one. The hubs didn't answer so I checked out and called my Mom. She confirmed it was the right one. In stock. In her size! At this point I was pulling into our driveway since we live all of 10 minutes from the mall, and I run in to order it.
You read that right. SOLD OUT. All of 37 seconds later there were none.
Lesson learned. So many lessons learned. Like not to pre-order movies because it saved me absolutely no time or don't hesitate if you find what you think you might want just because you don't want to lose out on the ridiculous shipping charge if it wasn't the right one. Thank you Disney, for always teaching me something new.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
The Beginning
Hello new friends. I'm Mandy. I'm a stay at home mama to two little kidlets, Charlotte and Oliver. I have been itching to start a blog for a few months now. Somewhere I can spew my thoughts out and let my craziness ramble instead of bombarding my husband the minute he walks through the door or with umpteen phone calls a day to discuss things like bowel movements and what to have for dinner. I mean seriously, some days that's as deep as it gets.
I love being a stay at home mom, I really do. But there are some days, or rather some moments in every day, where I loathe it just a bit. Not because I am not happy, not because I don't love my kiddos and certainly not because I wish it was any different. Solely for the fact that I am constantly exhausted yet I continually feel like I am accomplishing nothing. No? That's not ringing a bell for you? That's ok. Pass this blog along to the stay at home mommy friend of yours. She'll get it.
I don't exactly have that mom personality that you see in the movies. The ones where they wear cardigans and jeans that come up too high. I wear hooded sweatshirts and work out pants every day. Every. Single. Day. Whether I work out or not. My hair is in a messy bun ponytail looking thing and I almost never wear make-up. I don't have that weird, tranquil, everything is always great voice those moms have either. I am loud and occasionally I yell. In fact, I just yelled to my daughter right now to check in her room for her dance tights because I can't find them down in the laundry room. (Update: she wore dirty tights from the laundry pile I couldn't find them in.)
Those moms always seem so well rested too. I am tired. Partly because my kids go to bed too late and therefore I stay up later than that because us parents need our kid free time to decompress. We know we should put the kids to bed earlier. And we try. And we are really good at it for like 5 days. Yet inevitably life settles and you are back where you were and I am totally ok with that most of the time....until that moment I lose my mama mind.
Thats what I say at least. When I reach that breaking point or when I know it's coming. I feel it building and I TRY to change something before it reaches the boiling point. But alas, I do not always win that internal battle. My mama mind is gone. I am spent. Maybe I really am crazy, but mostly I think I am human. Join me as I succeed, and sometimes fail, in this mad world of parenthood.
I love being a stay at home mom, I really do. But there are some days, or rather some moments in every day, where I loathe it just a bit. Not because I am not happy, not because I don't love my kiddos and certainly not because I wish it was any different. Solely for the fact that I am constantly exhausted yet I continually feel like I am accomplishing nothing. No? That's not ringing a bell for you? That's ok. Pass this blog along to the stay at home mommy friend of yours. She'll get it.
I don't exactly have that mom personality that you see in the movies. The ones where they wear cardigans and jeans that come up too high. I wear hooded sweatshirts and work out pants every day. Every. Single. Day. Whether I work out or not. My hair is in a messy bun ponytail looking thing and I almost never wear make-up. I don't have that weird, tranquil, everything is always great voice those moms have either. I am loud and occasionally I yell. In fact, I just yelled to my daughter right now to check in her room for her dance tights because I can't find them down in the laundry room. (Update: she wore dirty tights from the laundry pile I couldn't find them in.)
Those moms always seem so well rested too. I am tired. Partly because my kids go to bed too late and therefore I stay up later than that because us parents need our kid free time to decompress. We know we should put the kids to bed earlier. And we try. And we are really good at it for like 5 days. Yet inevitably life settles and you are back where you were and I am totally ok with that most of the time....until that moment I lose my mama mind.
Thats what I say at least. When I reach that breaking point or when I know it's coming. I feel it building and I TRY to change something before it reaches the boiling point. But alas, I do not always win that internal battle. My mama mind is gone. I am spent. Maybe I really am crazy, but mostly I think I am human. Join me as I succeed, and sometimes fail, in this mad world of parenthood.
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