As a wife and working mother of three boys – 15, 11, and 5 – it’s difficult to meet all the needs of the people in my life. Because I sometimes travel for work, I’ve missed some pretty important events – a couple of birthdays, an anniversary, and some band recitals come to mind. During one trip to New Mexico, I remember receiving a call on my cell phone from the childrens’ school that my 11 year old had thrown up and was in the nurse’s office. Could I come pick him up? This wasn’t the first time I’d received a call like that when I was hundreds or thousands of miles away and it surely won’t be the last. “Ummmm….” is my standard response, quickly followed by “did you try his father?” I don’t even know why I’ve listed myself as a contact on the school’s paperwork at all sometimes.
Category: And Working Mother
As a wife and working mother of three boys, I blog for the sake of my family because if I don’t make notes here about where they can all find their socks, they’ll be lost without me when I’m gone.
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I Think I’m Selfish
Every day when I leave work, I call my husband to let him know that I’m on my way. It’s a habit that we’ve followed since we seriously started dating around 8 years ago. Some days it’s just a quick “hey, I’m on my way” and some days it’s an entire conversation that lasts until I get into the garage at home.
Today, we weren’t a minute into the call and my blood started boiling. I could feel myself getting tense, even mad. And what would set me off so? One little comment – “I was going to call you earlier today for the password to your laptop but I figured it out so I’ve been using it outside today.”
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Bugs in Arizona
I was born in the NE, lived a great deal of my life in the Pacific Northwest, and now live comfortably just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. I am the only member of my immediate family not to live in the same town back East and while I miss them terribly, Arizona suits me. I do not enjoy driving in snow, shoveling in snow, or living with constant drizzle and gray skies. I inherited from my grandparents a passion for sunny days and bright blue skies.
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Please Don’t Call Me Mom
If you’re a mother, and a loving one at that – is it okay (just every now and then) to wish your kids could suddenly not utter any forms or variations of the word “Mom”? I would still love them and all. But just for an hour, if they could be in the house and not have that word come out of their mouths, I think I’d have to call Guiness and report a new record.
I think it only becomes bothersome because “Mom” is almost always followed by an action verb and it’s a verb that applies to me. Rarely is it just “Mom, I love you”. It’s attached to a task that I must do. Sign something, settle something, clean up something, go get something, wash something, think of something, find something, fix something.
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Nesting
I feel like I just moved into a new house. I just updated my blog “theme” and that’s no easy task if you have no idea what you’re doing. It still needs work but pretend I’ve just emptied the boxes and haven’t quite got the dishes actually in the cupboards yet. Just take my word for it, this blog looks very different from what it looked like earlier today. Sadly, I put this blog up over a month ago and I still had my default links hanging out for all the world to see. Not that the world has been by to visit. I did have one visitor and he couldn’t even leave a comment because I hadn’t quite figured out how to set those up.
I think comments are enabled now. I think.