You Know That Feeling…

You Know That Feeling…

You know that feeling you get when you hear that sound?

The loud crash or bang…

and then silence…

Then someone yelling “MOM!”

You’re moving quickly but all the while hoping that you’re running for no good reason.

Then you get there and someone is holding a part of their body and sometimes there’s no sound, no crying…just silence.

I think I’d rather the crying.

But while one of them explains in a panicked voice what happened…

Usually something they know they shouldn’t be doing…

All you can think to yourself is…I just want to hold you and shake the (fill in the blank) out of you right now.

You check for lumps, bumps, bleeding or signs of a concussion or broken bones.

The relief that comes from knowing that they’re okay is quickly followed by wanting to knock their heads together for being so foolish.

But of course, you’re just happy that they’re okay.

Ya…that’s the feeling.

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Siblings…

Siblings…

I grew up as an only child. My friends took the place of the siblings I didnt have growing up. So I sometimes have a hard time understanding how my kids can love each other one minute and fight like crazy people one second later. How can one blue pencil cause screaming and tears, when there are literally 40 other pencils in their school supply cabinet?

How does a discussion about what TV show to watch turn into one kid stomping upstairs and slamming her door ( Ummm…excuse me? Unless you pay the mortgage…you have NO door slamming privileges). By the way, there’s a TV upstairs too.

I’ve been told time and again that this is normal. But sometimes I wonder if I’m doing something wrong. Some days I try to find the lesson in every situation and talk to them about the importance of love and respect for each other. To which I receive the blank stare. Ugh… other times I just want to lock them in their rooms until they’re old enough to move out.

Is that wrong???

Just curious.

Those Pesky Changes…

Those Pesky Changes…

Today on my lunch break I overheard two colleagues talking. One was bemoaning the fact that his daughter just got her period. “It’s all over,” he said. The woman with him was of no help because she kept saying stuff like “…but I just saw her the other day! She’s still so little!” Ugh! The poor guy. Apparently, this is his youngest and now she’s “no longer a baby”. As a mom, sometimes I forget how much these changes affect the dads too. I could tell this man was so worried about his daughter. It was kind of cute.

Until I remembered that I also have two daughters that are about to embark on these very same changes.

Not cute…

NOT CUTE AT ALL.

My eye…my eye

My eye…my eye

So…

Woke up Wednesday with a small bump under my eye

“Put a warm rag on it” my husband said barely looking at it…so I did 

Thursday it was a bit bigger 

“Put a warm rag on it” my husband said barely looking at it…so I did 

Today I look psychotic with this huge thing under my eye. 

My husband looks at me in horror and says…”is it contagious?”

“Yes it is and I was sleeping on your pillow last night”…I said

My Big Girl

My Big Girl

Diva girl woke up last Saturday and walked into the kitchen with a very intense vibe. 

“Mommy, can I tell you something? ”

Oh good Lord…what is it? But my panic attack was all silent as I waited with outward calm.

“My tooth came out while I was brushing my teeth and when I was rinsing it off it fell down the drain.”

Ummm…that’s it???

But the look on her face told me I needed to be more sensitive. Putting my arms around her, I gave her a small hug and asked if she was upset by it and did we need to leave a note for the Tooth Fairy. Now this is a child who no longer truly believes in the Tooth Fairy and is pretty confident that mommy and daddy are leaving her the money. Which is fine with me but I did remind her when she confronted me with her conclusions that if she no longer believed, then she had no reason to get money under her pillow anymore. So of course she is willing to look the other way for a little ‘hush’ money.

So that morning she gave me a big squeeze and a sad face and said yes she wanted to leave a note regarding her wandering  tooth.

Sigh…Dear Tooth Fairy…yada yada yada and all that stuff. Please leave the cash and we owe you a tooth.

You know…that Tooth Fairy is such a sucker.

Another One Out!

Another One Out!

Attention! Baby Girl lost the other front tooth!  I repeat…the other tooth is out!
Never mind how cute she looks and the fact that she lisps when she talks (Omg…it’s so cute!)
Let’s focus on the financial strain this child is placing on the…um…Tooth  Fairy.
Have you no compassion?
Where’s the nearest ATM?
In case the Tooth Fairy wants to know…of course.