Monday, March 30, 2009

Time flyin'

This weekend was a whirlwind! Drove over 600 miles in 2 days, plus back and forth to EWR again this morning long before dawn. My brother's flight canceled late last night and I took him back to Newark for his re-booked, re-routed flight - hopefully he's gonna get home sometime today - his connection is stand-by only! Poor RP!

Am skipping kick boxing this morning. My nose has been running nonstop since Friday and I just don't have the energy.

Sad day ahead - heading to PS's wake. He was only 47.

Budget vote coming up. BOE candidates to consider. 3 people up for reelection. Need to find out who and look at their votes. Will be blogging on these things soon... when I've had more than a couple of hours of sleep. Wish I could blink my eyes to clean up the mess left by the puppy. Think the tasmanian devil meets paper towel roll. What remains is my living room.

He also discovered how to climb on to the kitchen table. He's not British, but I can't think but to call him "cheeky".

Friday, March 27, 2009

Did I misunderstand something?

I was signing the kids up for Summer Playgrounds (the used-to-be-free-camp, but now $50 (a total bargain!) camp for July for kids from 9-3 weekdays) and getting my $9 insurance policy when someone told me some interesting news:

Did you know this?

The new municipal building is NOT for the municipal building's current occupants?

It's for a new Court and a new Police Station! The rec department is moving their offices - about 10 feet.

Their building is just getting renovated - they aren't getting a new building.

Was I supposed to know this?

Oh, and my $9 insurance policy? It is 3 pairs of uniform soccer socks. Remember the lost sock blogs from last fall? Hopefully I won't have as many this spring.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Sad day

Someone really nice died today. T doesn't have that many friends - definitely none to spare - and P.S. was a good one.

It's a reminder that life is fleeting. One evening you're six happy adults sitting around a table full of delicious food and wine, making plans for a Caribbean cruise...

...and a hop, a skip and a month later only five are left.

You were a good man, a good father, a good husband and a good friend. You were also great at your job.

I'll miss you. I loved your happy eyes and warm personality. But most of all your friendship with T.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Overscheduled, but great day!

Today my son gets to hear an author/illustrator speak at his school. Very cool.

Today my daughter gets to visit a planetarium. Very cool, too.

After school I get to play chauffeur. C has volley ball from 3:30-4:30, both kids have TKD from 5-6:30 and C has soccer from 7-8:30.

I'll be knitting while I wait at TKD. Fresh Food Kitchen, Burger King or Dominick's will probably make dinner.

Welcome to my new Wednesday routine for Spring 2009.

Time to put a knitting project in the car for the spring season.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Several years ago my Dad bought C a telescope for Christmas. She was totally disinterested.

Tonight when she let the dog out, she returned saying she had discovered a star.

I found the telescope in the basement among forgotten Teletubby dolls, rated-G movies and a case of barbies.

We looked at the Big Dipper (if I'm right), Orion's Belt and the Pleiades (again, I think, but who knows if I'm right?). We focused on the blue-ish star from the Big Dipper. She was really excited and came in crying "Daddy, Daddy, it wasn't a new star I discovered but part of the Big Dipper." She said that although she's been to planetariums a lot, and people have pointed out things in the sky before, it was the first time she actually saw a constellation.

I have always loved looking at the stars and when I was her age I wanted to be an astronaut. I used to look at the stars with my Dad. I remember looking at Halley's Comet in the back yard.

She has had that telescope for several years now and never once used it (the Christmas she opened it, I think she went out for 30 seconds, while my Dad and I enjoying it one cold, starry night).

I am so happy that she enjoyed our little encounter.

Hopefully it is only the beginning of a lifelong hobby.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday to do list

After 2 days on sick-child lock down and 12 hours of TKD hell (see yesterday's blog). Here's my plan for the day: (Portions in red added at a little after 2pm)

After writing this blog:
  • Baking break (in the bread machine) Bought at wegs instead (buy 10 rolls, get 2 free) Check
  • Coffee with a side of Weekend Edition Sunday on NPR Check
  • Church? Check (tried St. John's in Somerville)
  • Wegmans (a must today) Check - mob scene. Monday am is much calmer!
  • Taking down the last Christmas lights. MR thought they were for Easter. Ha! (still planning to head out and do that "now")
  • Lunch, read some more New York Times, laundry. Check, no check, check
  • A little yard work. T cleaned up the dog poo in the back, so check
  • 3pm workout with Debbie at Duke Island park. Last Saturday she put together a fabulous circuit training. Can't wait to see what she has in store for my outta shape butt today.
  • Dinner prep/Dinner
  • Any undone homework?
  • TV & laundry folding - final Big Love (Just read this in the NY Times Magazine about Big Love) and Friday's Bill Maher. HBO is great!

I'll also call MCM to check on the surgery (tried 3 times, so check) and my big bro to check our plans for next weekend... (not done yet, but he is 2 hours behind me)

Gotta love Sunday!!!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Down, but not for the count

Today was one of those lost days. I feel like I have jet lag. We spent about 10 hours at a martial arts competition near Trenton. C competed in forms and sparring. N refused to compete. He spent the day with his PSP and T's cell phone and had a one-man video game marathon. Once both batteries died, his whines of "I want to go home" were more than well understood. By the end of the day EVERYONE's batteries had died and we all wished we were home.

It was overwhelming. We spent the day trapped in an overcrowded, loud gym, where we were constantly inundated with announcements of lottery ticket sales, ring placements, requests for more people to help judge and reminders that spectators should not be blocking the ring areas (all of which were ignored).

It was a huge waiting game. C was in a large group: 10-17 year old girls from intermediate to black belts. First the intermediate girls from ages 10-12 competed in weapons (a demonstration of their skills using weapons, not attacking one another with weapons), then ages 13-15 in the same level, then ages 16-17. Then they repeated it for advanced belts. Then repeat for black belts. There were some 5-10 kids competing for each group. Finally! Weapons done. C didn't do weapons.

Weapons only took 2 hours.

Then there were forms. C is an 11 year old black belt. So repeat the entire group listed above twice, and finally C got her turn after more than another hour! There were several different types of martial arts represented, making for a challenging, even biased, scoring system. Even within similar martial arts there are huge differences in the presentation of the same form. C went first before the judges had anything to compare her to.

From the biased mother's perspective, I thought C's forms were done very well and she deserved to place in the top 3. She presents her forms with a demonstration of balance and flexibility. Maybe her arm movements could have been stronger? The judges like the 10 other girls better, and she didn't place.

Then sparing (repeat group order). C was in a group with about 6 girls. One girl was 12 in name, but 15 in body. Strong, big and bold. C had to spar her first!

All you heard was "WHAMO" followed by "Thud!"

One punch and C was down on the ground. She fell straight on her elbow and thigh. Tears, fear and I felt a bit sick to my stomach, imagining trying to find an ER... but she pulled it together. You know how I mentioned that I thought the judges were not totally unbiased? This time it worked in our favor. One of the judges sided with C time and time again, and she won the match.

On her second round C just didn't have what it took to fight. She had no gumption. Her opponent, who was a bit smaller than her, easily beat C (and deserved to win!). C ended up with 3rd place.

C was finished, but we thought we would stay and watch some of her instructors. Bad mistake. It took more than 3 hours before they even started! We could have eaten and returned to the venue before they would have started.

Both instructors lost! It was sad to see their disappointed faces. C asked "is it as hard to watch me spar as it was to watch Mr. F?" I told her it is even harder.

At about 6:30 we left the crowded, noisy, and smelly gym. We arrived at the PF Changs (we'd been dreaming of their food all afternoon) only to be told that the wait for a table was 1 hour 45 minutes! We headed next door to On The Border. We ate in the bar instead of waiting 45 minutes for a table.

We finally made it home to our puppy. He surprised us by keeping his crate clean after nearly 10 hours alone at home.

If you think this blog entry was a little too long, you should have been there with us today.

Despite the long day, my thoughts were never fall from a hospital bed in my hometown where Dr G was taking out MCM's appendix. Glad you made it through! Get well soon. Love you!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Soccer Mom's answer to the question of the week


Someone found my blog by googling "what to do while daughter is at soccer practice".

I don't have a lot of experiences that people find useful. But, in general I spend about 10 hours a week at various practices, and I always find something to do. So here is my list:

1) KNIT. Knitting is my favorite pastime when I have to wait. In the fall and spring, when I am at a practice or game 6-7 days a week I leave a project in the car so I am never "empty handed". At the moment I am working on a cool skullcap for N. Any yarn shop in the country offers knitting classes - or you can ask your Aunt Elma. You can also put in a notice on Craigs List to find someone. "Wanted knitting instructor. Cheap." Knitting is great because it is a completely practical use of otherwise "wasted" time. In 2008 I knitted something like 10 baby caps, at least 2 scarves and I finished a baby blanket. You can knit simple pot holders after just 1 class - they make great, thoughtful hostess gifts (or, you can keep them for yourself)!

If you don't knit or crochet, you can bring along a notebook and write, take along a bag of scrap booking stuff, I've even seen a nanny plan practically her entire wedding waiting for taekwondo practices to get over. You can even clip coupons. You would be amazed what people pull out of their bags of tricks.

2) I-Pod. Nothing better to drown out cackles from gossiping soccer moms like your iPod. You can download free podcasts if you want to make the time "useful" (catch up on news, politics, celebrity gossip, or even.... smut! HA!). One of my cohorts is all smiles at tkd practice while she laughs at downloaded TV programs.

3) Get to know the other families. There are a lot of interesting people waiting with me. You will be amazed by the breadth of opinions on BRRSD, politics, Bridgewater, or movie even tips, while your kids kick balls into the goal or runs laps around the studio.

4) TAKE A WALK! Get off the Eddie Bauer lawn chair, and put on your Nikes! I can honestly say that walking with another parent during soccer practice led to a freelance gig! That's called multitasking (walking, networking and taking your kid to practice). You don't need another parent to join you, but of course you can invite others. They'll probably be happy to be asked.

5) You don't have to stay. Often I pick up a few things at the grocery store (although this might stress you out if you are afraid of being late). Don't stay at practice if you want to go home and start dinner. Some parents feel they have to stay because of the "unstated face time requirements" of this comparative mothering race we have gotten ourselves into. Other parents are paranoid that their kid might get hurt. I can honestly say that my child has never been hurt while I have been elsewhere! Although, as a rule of thumb I like to be there when my child is sparring...

6) BRING A BOOK. It's good for kids to see their (or other) parents reading! You can also read to your other kids, or even a bunch of other people's kids.

7) Carpool. Once the kids hit a certain age, they don't want to see you on the sidelines anyway. Carpools are eco-friendly. Remember - the key to a successful carpooling relationship is FLEXIBILITY.

8) Play with your other kids. Leave a deck of cards in the car, or a bag of legos or an age-appropriate toy. They are waiting, too.

9) Sudoko, Cross word puzzles, Anagrams, etc. Don't let your brain turn to mush. There are plenty of sources online, or you can buy a book and leave it (don't forget the PENCIL) in your car. My mom never went ANYWHERE without a crossword puzzle and The New Yorker in her purse. Apparently crosswords reduce the risk of Alzheimers Disease.

10) Nothing. In this fast paced life, there is absolutely nothing wrong with sitting in your chair and watching your kid play.

Finally: this might be a no-brainer, but during soccer season there are some essentials I try to always have in the car. Lawn chairs, a wool blanket and water. Oh, and, of course, knitting.

It's up to you what you do with your time. When your kid is at soccer, yes, that qualifies as YOUR time. SPEND IT AS IT SUITS YOU!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Home with a sick kid...

Have been surfing the net and enjoyed a few things.

I've been catching up on last week's Stewart-Cramer saga. If you have some time and need a laugh:

Click on Cramer vs. Non-Cramer - and watch all the episodes as the story unfolds.

Then read:

on the Huffington Post.

Think Cheney will do the Daily Show? Doubt it, but I'd love to see it! Until then, I guess I'll have to settle for Obama on Leno.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Not quite the Times' quality, but here goes...

My friend is as overwhelmed by motherhood as I am. And she should be - she has twice as many kids as I do, plus a job, both her parents and in-laws in town and they move to a new house about as often as I buy a pair of sneakers.

But, I love her and always read the stuff she forwards me. She sent me This Blog from the NY Times recently.

Now, I ain't no NY Times bloggista and I don't have the balls to try! But here's my own attempt at a similar list.

What have I learned so far? In my 11 years, 4 months and 5 days in parenthood.

Mothering is a work in progress (and evaluations are subjective)!!!

Your parents and parents-in-law don't always know best. You're allowed to do things differently from them, well meant as their advice is.

Kids make marriage harder.

It's OK that your kids don't follow in your path - your hobbies aren't necessarily theirs.

Volunteer at school. It's the best way to know what's really going on.

If you think your kid has an issue, it's up to the parents to hold the school accountable.

Attend at least one board of education meeting per year. It's often an eye-opener and you never know what surprise you'll hear.

Yes, you can combine a career and kids. Some women do it better than others. It helps to have an extra tight support network. You can also stay at home. You need a network then too. Workers-out-of-the-home and Stay-at-homers need to try to judge less and understand more. The former are not egomaniacs and the latter aren't lazy!

You can survive on very little sleep.

Never underestimate the convenience of a minivan.

Don't tell others how to parent unless you want to be told yourself.

Racism is everywhere! Point it out when you see it, and remind kids why it's wrong. Send your kid to a church or temple that you don't attend. They learn (hopefully) religious tolerance.

Get to know the other parents on the team, in the club, or at the activities - you never know what alliances you may form.

Sometimes an ER visit isn't necessary.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN THE KIDS' PLATES IF THEY DON'T FINISH THEIR FOOD! (I'd be 20 pounds lighter if I knew that 10 years ago).

Kids can do a lot of the work when you get a puppy. The responsibility is good for them.

For every 2 hours of skiing, kids need a hot chocolate. Taking kids skiing is a bigger workout for Mom in the beginning, so stretch before and after.

The girl scouts is better organized than the boy scouts.

Hold on to friends who knew you before you had kids. They know a different side of you, and sometimes it's helpful to be reminded who you were way back when.

The honor of being class mom is overrated.

You can travel to cool places with your kids. Having kids does not mean that the adventure has to stop. It makes their lives richer. Kids can manage both a car trip and a long plane ride. They handle jet lag better than adults. When you travel, write your cell phone number (and flight information) on his/her arm.

There isn't always an appropriate punishment. Sometimes the best punishment is no punishment, other times... throw the book at 'em.

When kids get picky with food (at about 18 months) push them to keep eating the foods they liked last week. It's easier than trying to get them to eat veggies at age 10.

Forgive yourself.

You can't pick your kids' friends, and you can't force them to stay friends forever. Mediate at your own risk! If you do, you risk harming your own relationship with your kids. Your kids may interpret your actions as "You like her (the friend) better than me (your daughter)". That's not something they forgive and forget. They resent the friend more, and lose trust in you. (And the friend's parents probably aren't taking your kid's side...)

Traditions are important. Every year we make gingerbread houses from scratch in my kitchen with another family. It's a ton of work, but it is always worth it.

It's important to have unscheduled fun. Blow off soccer practice for ice cream once in a while.

I'll never be as good as my thinner, blonder, nicer, younger, better sister-in-law. (You'll never be as thin, blond, nice, young, etc. in the eyes of someone in your life too).

Dare to let your kids out of your sight. Independence is a vital characteristic!

It's OK to make your own list - you have learned stuff and it's ok not to agree with mine, or the NY Times lady's, or your neighbor's, your sister-in-law's, etc....

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

St. Patty's Day morning greens

My daughter C took my son N's green sweatpants to wear this morning. Without asking. She found them in the dryer.

I made her take them off and return them to her brother, apologize to him and gave her "the world doesn't revolve around you" lecture. We then found not one, but two clean green Abercrombie shirts. She didn't wear them - a snub to Mom. We also spray-painted her hair green, now I have to wash the floor, the counter in the bathroom and the mirror. T asked why I didn't make her clean these things up? I don't have a good answer. Every day is a new lecture and I was still on my rant about the clothes, we didn't have time for the floor. Every day there is a new thing to yell at the kids about.

I want to wake up and be nice to my kids. I want my kids to respect and love me.

Instead I am the mean, psycho mom that everyone hates. Kids tolerate me only because I let them have sleepovers every weekend, I take them shopping and make them pancakes when they sleep over. When did I turn into this nagging monster? I've become (like the person I'm so mad at - see yesterday's blog) - angry for no apparent reason and almost abusive to the kids. If you read this because you are the parent of one of my kids' friends, ask your kid their impression of me. I'm sure they'll call me mean.

How do I break this vicious cycle of psycho-Mom? I'm feeling so bad that I don't even have the energy to make myself coffee. What a shitty start to the day.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Monday morning blues

The musical background for today's blog can be played while you read. Click here.

Had an argument with a man in my life who makes it so miserable. No, not my husband, father or son (cross out also: relative of any sort, neighbor, mailman, den leader, dentist or "pure evil" (see previous blogs), nor am I having an extra-marital affair, and if I were ever tempted, he'd be lowest on the list of potential lovers, for those who are wondering!). We are not in the same social circle, nor do we have kids who are friends, but he still has a huge influence over my life.

But he is a jerk. Everyone knows it. We had yet another falling out yesterday over a stupid, minimal misunderstanding about a meeting place for my daughter's activity. 24 hours later and I'm still reliving the argument in my head.

I shouldn't let it get to me. My Mom's favorite expression was "Don't let the bastards get you down". Did I learn nothing from her????

In the end I am just as mad at me. Why can't I just call him a prick to his face? By not standing up to him, what kind of message am I sending my kids?

So this morning, I am avoiding him. Instead of going where I'd have to deal with his crap, I am cleaning the kitchen. Purging papers, washing dishes, finding counter tops. It's therapeutic.

After venting for nearly an hour to an understanding (not to mention patient) friend and writing today's blog, I feel better and can get back to my soon to be clean house.

This is the kind of music I clean to: A strong female voice. Back to more cleaning music...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Wish we were like Hillsborough

I am supposed to be working on a "short" editing gig. Short my ASS! The person who wrote the original knows even less about accounting terms than I do (and the bar is very low!). I'm being paid for 6 hours of work, but it will likely take twice that since I'm too insecure to tear apart the work, but sure of myself enough to be convinced that she/he (I don't know the writer) is using the wrong terms and I have spent many hours pouring through my big dictionary as well as a bunch online. E.g.: Is it called a non-current asset or fixed asset?

But enough about me.

I don't have time to write much tonight as the misery of this annual report has many hours of haunting left in it, but a friend alerted me (SDB) to the high road being taken by the Superintendent in Hillsborough schools. They are also looking at a budget that will raise taxes, but their Superintendent has offered to forgo his raise!!!. Read the article in the Courier.

While I don't read his blog regularly, I do know about local blogger Dick Bergeron. He picked up this ball and ran with it. This is what he had to say. Dick, I agree with you - but I have to admit, I have now been to hear BRRSD's Superintendent speak about the budget 3 times (I coulda gone last night for a 4th time, but I had to wash my hair). I would beg to differ. He wasn't quite wearing a "VOTE YES" t-shirt, but his entire message is just that. Yes, he wanted to push the turnout, at the same time, he clearly wanted people to vote yes. Maybe he didn't say it straight out: "Vote Yes!" but that was the message every parent went home with.

As an aside, when we first moved to NJ over five years ago I went to my first "Back to School Night". The principal directly solicited parental yes-votes at his welcome speech! I remember I left that night shocked, and wondering if it were illegal.

I get that schools need to have the budget passed. My kids will suffer direct consequences if it doesn't. I'm just so glad to see Hillsborough's Super has the balls to do give up his personal gains as even a token of his attempts to cut expenditures (in the big picture it doesn't save much actual money)! The pressure's on, Dr. Schilder (and all the other 6-figure employees of BRRSD), offer up your cost of living raises! Many of us have had much bigger consequences of the financial crisis but we still have to pay our rising taxes.

Take one for the team, Dr. S! It'll make for lighter fingers in the voting booth....

Thanks for the blog on BRRSD's budget! Here's a song for you, Dick.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Stupid parents!

At least once a day someone says or does something I don't like. About once a week it is so upsetting that I imagine saying what I think about this person to them - I even carry on the rest of the conversation in my head. About once a month someone says or does something that makes me want to cry or hit them.

I manage to refrain (usually from the tears, always from the hitting)
because that is what sane people do.

I read this article today about a Bridgewater-boneheaded coach (presumably a parent of a 5th or 6th grader) who did NOT take that breath, count to five or even just call someone a bad name as the rest of us would.

I get overzealous at a soccer game from time to time. I've even offered to get ice cream for the whole soccer team if they win. Last month a judge told me not to coach my kids from the sidelines when she was sparring at a karate tournament. And I am sure that people were shocked when I asked a couple of challenging (but appropriate, if you ask me) questions of the Superintendent when he visited our school to sell the budget.

And while there are lots of people I would LOVE to bop in the nose, I cannot imagine doing it.

I never have thought of myself as someone with great restraint, but now I see that in Bridgewater the bar is low. If a parent thought hitting another parent at a basketball game for a lame comment was within reason - then I am good as gold for my "negative thoughts".

Now every time someone googles this bonehead - say, a prospective employer, or even a nosy neighbor - a report in the Courier of an assault charge will come up.

REMEMBER FOLKS, Kids on a field or in a tournament are KIDS. Words are fine, violence isn't.

Remember parents: if you have even less patience than I do, coaching isn't for you!

Remember kids: usually you have to take parents' behavior and words with a grain of salt. Clearly the kids on this team have to learn to "do as I say and not as I do" when it comes to their coach, or we're in trouble as a town!

Remember parents: there is always someone with even worse judgment and less self-control than you!!

I'm so glad that my 5th grader doesn't play basketball... but she sure wishes she'd seen that fight!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Learning from each other

The girls have their squabbles. A while back my daughter had a series of falling outs with a certain friend. In trying to be non-partisan I actually took the other girl's side against my own daughter. My daughter still resents this and thinks that I will never take her side again. But this blog isn't about that incident.

This blog is about learning from that incident.

I am REALLY rather mad at my friend. One of my friends chose today to go skiing. We spoke about today's ski date every single day this week. Plans made, confirmed, reconfirmed and reconfirmed again. Every detail agonized over (do we stay overnight, don't we, who is renting skis, lessons, who is driving with whom, where we meet and when).

Then she called about 45 minutes before we were going to meet and canceled.

She said it was her daughter who was on the fence about going - but I could tell by her voice that it was her.

I was mad. She chose both the date and the location to suit her needs. (I would have preferred a cheaper alternative, and I wanted to do it in February).

I still am mad, and since this happened this morning I think I am within the statue of limitations to be miffed. This morning, I bit my tongue and suggested that we eat breakfast together, was pleasant throughout breakfast - kissed her hello and goodbye, but when she wondered if the girls could sleep over (at my house) I said I wasn't up for it.

Next time someone does or says something my daughter doesn't like. I have to remember that I am not always the best at taking the high road either. I have to remember this feeling. The unpleasant mixture of disappointment and anger. Finally I think I am mad at myself - why didn't I have the balls to say "$%^&*( you" and head to the mountains without her? There was a 3rd friend and her son going too. Why didn't I just say, C'mon C we're heading North!

So maybe when my daughter is mad at a friend (or at me for punishing her) she is also mad at herself? It is important to remember that friendships are full of mixed emotions, varying viewpoints and changing alliances.

Van Morisson's "Day's Like This" just came on the Radio. How appropriate.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Weekend is here

It's the weekend.

Tonight there is something at C's school. The PTO has a clue: there is a parent's room, free of preteen squabbles, balls flying and squealing girls, serving donated Starbucks. Not wine, but definitely a carrot for me. After that am invited to a "party". I have never liked the "shopping party" but it is part of life in suburbia, so I am heading over to J's.

Tomorrow we are supposed to go skiing. It's the first time in my nearly 25 years of skiing when I have had to ask myself: how warm is too warm to ski?

Few plans for Sunday. Laundry, hanging out and maybe a walk.

Suburbia actually ain't too bad!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Step away from the computer...

I didn't get much done yesterday. Well, I worked out for 2 hours, did grocery shopping, put groceries away, took the dog for a walk, etc. But I didn't do anything that I had planned. (The laundry pile is just as high as it was on Tuesday and my mess of a room is still the same).

I don't know what happened.

Well, actually I do. Online shopping.

I need new jeans. I only have one pair and they are too big. But I am afraid to buy new ones in case I gain the weight I just lost back. At the same time I don't want to spend a lot of money.

So I looked at jeans and then shoes for nearly an hour. I didn't buy a single pair of jeans. I got a pair of $7 shorts and just now got a new pair of Birkenstocks for about $55. Hope they fit. Couldn't remember my size 38 or 39 (38 was what they had in my color, so now I'm a 38) and my old birkies are so old that I have worn through the sizes. I keep slipping on the nearly sole-less shoes that I think I treated myself to in 2000. Or was it 2004. I can't remember. Either way, they have done their service and can be replaced.

Then when I was supposed to get up and run an errand. I don't know what happened? I stayed on the computer surfing.

So today - this is it. As soon as I am done with this blog and getting the kids off... I will have to call it quits. No facebook, no e-mail.

At least until tonight.

Can I manage? Of course I can... I think...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Parenting for Dummies???


I blinked an a week has gone by.

Last week was very busy and a fun week, then the weekend was sleepovers, taekwondo classes and probably the final trip to The Crayola Factory. I took N, bff T and mom SM. It was a lovely day, but, alas, they are getting a bit big for it.

C had a soccer practice and complained about pain in her foot. She hurt herself doing TKD in December, but after a couple of weeks break (the TKD school closed over Christmas and she was, of course, off from gym) she seemed much better. We even went skiing one day. It didn't seem broken at the time, but now I am wondering if maybe I should have had it looked at. My Dad, a doctor (retired) thought it was no big deal at the time. My mother-in-law (who was pretty shocked by the intensity of sparring) didn't even push me, so I thought I made the right choice.

Figures - all the hundreds of copays I've spent only to be told "it's a virus" or "give her a few days and she'll be like new" - the one time I think I won't be an over protective mother hen and forgo a Dr. visit - she is still bothered by it nearly 3 months later.

C is really fighting me about getting it looked at (and there is nothing to see, no swelling, no pain with normal activity), but if after 1 soccer practice she is limping, what will she do when we are back to 7 hours of soccer (practice plus games) per week?

Where's that manual???? By the way, she was fine both yesterday and today. "Like new," I'd say.