eatthefrostingfirst

I need drugs. Serious drugs. Okay...I'll settle for a vacation. Or even a day. I need a day. ONE DAY! On the way to my son's preschool "FALL FESTIVAL" I followed a car with a bumper sticker that read " Every Mother is a working Mother" AMEN SISTER!! This is by far the hardest, most exhausting and underpaid job I've ever had. Youngest is draining the life out of me. My hair is growing grayer by the minute (okay, it may have something to do with the fact that I'm overdue for a coloring by a couple of wks) but still..GRAYING! The pooping; or lack there of, is just an issue that will not go away. It wont go away of course because I refuse to let it go; as does my equal, as stubborn as his mother, 4 year old son. FOUR! STILL NOT POOPING ON THE POTTY!! For the love of..... And fresh! Did I mention how fresh he has become? At four?! Terrible two's were nothing. Three's..I could deal but this attitude...SERENITY NOW. I tell him to...

I've said it before and I'll say it again..my best childhood memories (and many of my grown up memories) are from a place I spent 13 summers. An overnight camp, Camp Tel Noar, where I learned what a "townie" was, participated in events called "Apachee relays" and where I made friendships...friends that lasted well beyond our years at Tel Noar. If you ask an alum of his/her favorite memory he may have to stop and think a while..not because we cannot come up with one but because we come up with so many. When I first attended camp in 1977, I arrived a day late because I was home sick with strep throat. I was 9 yrs old and although excited to go away to camp, arriving a day after everyone else was a bit nerve wracking. I was greeted by George Marcus, Director of camp at the time. His white hair and gold bracelet were two things I remember most about him. And his warmth. His incredible warmth of making every camper feel that they were important. Because to Geor...

Sometimes I let my son have an extra sweet for dessert. I let my 4 yr old have orange soda or rootbeer when out to lunch. On a rare treat..ice tea (Are you more in shock that i allow my son to have ice tea or the fact that he actually likes ice tea?) When my child calls me at night into his room even after I tell him not to, I still go. Then he tells me "he wants a hug". I hug him. I sometimes yell at my children so loud that I'm always amazed the Department of Social Services hasn't knocked down my door on occasion. I pick my battles. Often. I let my kids watch TV. I, sometimes, spend too much money on cute clothes. My 4 year old still refuses to poop in a potty. I'm sure this is my fault due to not pushing the issue sooner. I blame all of you.. all who told me not to push him (and my pediatrician. I blame him too) So as a Mother, I do things I shouldn't as you can see. I give my children the occasional caffeine buzz. I often give in to their deman...

Why do bad things happen to good people and the ones that do wrong are out there without any battle wounds? I'm just saying... I dont get the people who enjoy exercising. I envy you ...I just dont understand you. Bite size Halloween Hershey Bars are sinful. I need to remember the word "bite size" doesn't mean "fat free" Food allergies are a pain around Halloween time. I have to find lists of candy that my son can eat. Nothing says happiness like a Jimmy Buffett concert. Honestly, everyone must attend one once. Are we the only family who doesn't own a Wii? October snow squalls 3 days ago, tomorrow will be 70. Gotta love New England I want a dog. Kind of. I admit I always am thinking 5 steps ahead. I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes and live in the moment.