Here’s my question: Do you know you’re really a Mom when you a)Make Ants on a Log for the first time or b)When you poop in the toilet during your kids nap, purposely NOT flush, and then forget to actually flush the toilet right before your grown-up friends come over for a visit? (more…)
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It’s amazing to me that in the 21st century, spending half of the day cooking dinner, the other half taking care of your child can actually feel not only good but rewarding. Brent and I have worked out this system where I’m in charge of dinners Monday – Thursday and he’s in charge Friday – Sunday. The way we’ve defined it is whomever is in charge must make all decisions concerning dinner, what to make, or decide we’re going out and choose a restaurant. For me half the fun of my “days off” is not having to think about dinner. (more…)
Before I quit my job, I commuted with the best of them. I worked until 5pm, left work, hopped on one train from Oakland into San Francisco and commuted with every one else in the Bay Area to arrive at my writing class. At 5pm, sometimes you get a seat on the train, and sometimes you don’t. If you look around the train you would find people doing mostly one of three things: listening to their headphones, playing on their I-phones or texting on their cell phone, or reading. What did I use to do? I slept. If I could get a seat on the train, I would take the extra fifteen minutes of peace that I wasn’t going to get in class, and I certainly didn’t get at home, and just slept. To be fair though, I used to do this when I lived in New York, before I was even married. I love my sleep, so I’m the first to take every opportunity to grab a few extra minutes. In fact, it’s quite impressive if I do say so myself. I only have fifteen minutes, and in that time I have actually had dreams. I’m that asleep.
Anyhow, last week, for the first time, I took the inbound train (not the outbound train like before) at 5:45pm to get to class. I immediately took my seat on a mostly empty train. At first nothing struck me, but then, an outbound train passed us. That train was packed with people reading their papers, texting on their cell phones, and listening to their headphones. Suddenly, it occurred to me, I was doing a reverse commute. I looked around my train car and the people looked much more unique, more relaxed, and certainly not like they were headed home from work. These were younger people, students maybe, or tourists, hard to say, but not nine to fivers. A smile took over my face. I was no longer a part of this world, but merely looking at it through a window. I felt relieved and lucky, and when my stop arrived, I skipped off, bought myself a coffee and gleefully headed to class.
Today I took several hours “off”. I opted out of attending a four-year old birthday party today, and in exchange Brent would bring August to the party and give me a little time alone. We made this decision on Friday, I believe, and for two days I tried to drum up what I would do in my head: go read at a coffee shop, take a nap, take a long shower, get drunk, go see a movie, play with a friend, go running on my own, or clean the house without interruption. Guess which one I chose?
Pathetic, I know, but it was nice, really it was. In two hours I moped all the floors, vacuumed the rugs, stairs and laundry room (finally got rid off all that sand from the playground), unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it, cleaned the counters and the stove top, scrubbed the tub, washed the toilet, vacuumed August’s room, and took out the trash. Amazing, completely uninterrupted I was able to clean almost the whole house. Is that sad that I’m able to appreciate that? Or maybe it’s just nice that I can appreciate that?
Once that was all done it was only 12pm, and I wasn’t sure when they would be home. I scarfed down a peanut butter sandwich, grabbed my shopping bags, and walked to the grocery store – by myself. I strolled the aisles as aimlessly as I wanted, I took my time to choose the brands of all products, I was able to make an informed and logical decision about what meat to purchase without someone saying “Get out, get out, get out”, and I completed my trip without forgetting anything and in complete and utter silence. I still had an hour to spare, so I took my long shower. By the time I was done, they were home.
Silence. That’s the difference before and after kids, it’s the silence. It sounds different.
My day commenced with staying in bed while Brent went at 6:15am (quite a bit early for August) to happily go get August out of bed. At 7:40am, I leaped out of bed when I heard the two of them get in the shower. I thought to myself, “Shit if I get up now, I could have a quiet cup of coffee by myself on the couch”. I got to have two. They came out of the shower, they both put their “panties” on as I like to say, and came into the living room. I asked Brent if we could start over, since last night we fought due to my built up stress over the week. And so we did. (more…)