parenting sanity
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Rebecca - - No responsesWhat happens when Mama tries to multitask, January 2014 Someone wise once said the only constant is change, and never is that truer than when you have small children. Emry was the sweetest, mellowest baby. He would just put himself to sleep in his bouncy chair if he was tired. But man, is he a rascally 3.5-year-old! He’s great at entertaining himself. He will play with Legos for hours in a day, making up elaborate stories in which Zane the white ninja changes identities with Spiderman. But then he will start to get ... more -
Rebecca - - No responses5 minutes after the kids got home This is where the kids get clean. This is where they get dirty again. This is where I say to Emry for the thousandth time, "No drinking the bath water" in tones either patient or not-at-all patient, depending on the day. This is where I cook. This is where I stand, checking email on my phone, or looking out at the hummingbird, checking whether she is in her nest or whether she has taken herself off for a meal. She is never gone long. This is where spring ... more -
Rebecca - - No responsesIt was like this, but in the dark Today I felt like a crappy mom. It happens sometimes. We're just back from a week away, spent in San Diego with my family. Time to get back into schedules, routines, all that fun stuff that everyone in my family loves. Don't get me wrong - we have a great "regular" life. But Legoland and the beach are more fun. So today was one of my days when I've got Emry all day, no preschool in the morning. We have two of those a week. I ... more -
Rebecca - - No responsesEmry and the dinos, April 2013 Last month, Emry turned two and a half. This child melts me. I have written reams in my head about Emry, but when it comes to actually putting words down, I tend to skip over most of it. When Elan was a baby and then a toddler, I felt so immersed in the thick of it - the exhaustion, the cluelessness, the fuss, oh, the never-ending fuss. I had to write about it to release some of the frustration and to help me find humor in the ... more -
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Rebecca - - No responsesBatman and his trusty companion, February 2013 When I am gray-haired and my children are grown, and I am sitting by a fire reminscing, will I remember the way that Emry poops four times a day and always when we're running late leaving the house? And how Elan never does what I say until the 4th time I say it, with frustration? Or will I think about how they'd put their little hands in mine, how Elan would actually never want to be out of my presence in the house, ... more -
Rebecca - - No responsesTree against sky, December 2012 It is 6:30 p.m., witching hour in my house. I am frustrated. Tired of the whine fuss complain tattle cycle my kids are locked in. The text messages from my husband keep pushing back his arrival time 10 minutes by 10 minutes. I find myself saying things like You guys are driving me totally nuts and I can’t hear myself think, as I attempt to keep them occupied while making dinner and then to eat what I’ve made. Finally I reach my limit, my wavering line ... more
