Here is Marshall working through spelling his name. Now to set this up this is the third time he has done this and is getting a bit bored. I just hadn't thought of grabbing the video camera before this!!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, January 9, 2009
Super Mom!!
I was at work yesterday when the call that every working parent dreads (I know SAHM's do to but there is a different dynamic when you work outside of the home). Shaughn had just puked all over the floor of his classroom. Moments before Bob called and stated the very same ailment, however getting to the washroom on time.
After juggling what I was doing, calling the school, Dayhome provider, Bob, My mom and talking to my boss I was ready to leave, 45 minutes later. I didn't get to pick up Shaughn for almost two hours because of my travel time. In the truck I needed to talk to Bob's boss, the dayhome provider again, another collegue to discuss something else, and my mom again. When we got to the dayhome I left Bob in the truck not feeling great went in an got Marshall, put him in the truck then went back to get Shaughn, with his bucket in hand. By the time I got around to the other side to get in Bob was using Shaughns bucket. Hoping that that wouldn't start a chain reaction I gave Shaughn a bag and waited for the fun to end.
Once home I had to get Bob into bed but have him test his blood sugar first, get Shaughn on the couch (his loft bed isn't really condusive to being sick) and get Marshall fed and hopefully in bed too. I also need to read some literature about how to handle Bob being sick and try to find some chicken noodle soup I was sure we had. Not a chance. Shaughn felt great and wanted to eat everything under the sun (we can all see what is coming next) Marshall wanted to sweep all of my floors and showed no interest in sitting in his highchair, and Bob was shivering so bad I had to get him a heating pad. I couldn't find any soup so I gave Marshall some grapes and went to check on Bob, Shaughn proceeded to steal the container that had the grapes and when I entered the living room he had consumed about 10 of them. I tried to explain that it wasn't a good idea but it fell on deaf ears. I talked to my mom on the phone when I realized that Bob needed to be seen by a doctor and I would need her to watch the boys.
Did I mention that it started to snow and the wind created white out conditions by this point!!
I got Marshall into his snowsuit, given Shaughn a crash course on answering the phone and making a phone call, got my own jacket on and told Bob that I would be back ASAP when Shaughn decided he wanted to see those 10 grapes again......Off comes my jacket and off I go to get the paper towels....Marshall desides to take a closer look and steps in it!!! I get that cleaned up Marshalls socks changed and feet washed....and out the door I go.
Mom, bless her soul, tells me that we should pick up some soup on the way home because I had completely forgotten about that!! When we get home it is quiet and both Bob and Shaughn were in our bed.
I loaded Bob up into the truck and off we went.
I spent the next 6 hours helping my husband deal with his issues but feeling like I had abandoned my son. Mommy guilt was rearing her ugly head.
I choose to work outside of the home, I choose to be in a position that this chaos is possible and that things like this can happen. I choose it because in the long run I know I am a better wife, mother and woman for it but every now and then I want to stamp my feet and have someone tell me that yeah it was a crappy day and yeah I deserve to feel overwhelmed!!
After juggling what I was doing, calling the school, Dayhome provider, Bob, My mom and talking to my boss I was ready to leave, 45 minutes later. I didn't get to pick up Shaughn for almost two hours because of my travel time. In the truck I needed to talk to Bob's boss, the dayhome provider again, another collegue to discuss something else, and my mom again. When we got to the dayhome I left Bob in the truck not feeling great went in an got Marshall, put him in the truck then went back to get Shaughn, with his bucket in hand. By the time I got around to the other side to get in Bob was using Shaughns bucket. Hoping that that wouldn't start a chain reaction I gave Shaughn a bag and waited for the fun to end.
Once home I had to get Bob into bed but have him test his blood sugar first, get Shaughn on the couch (his loft bed isn't really condusive to being sick) and get Marshall fed and hopefully in bed too. I also need to read some literature about how to handle Bob being sick and try to find some chicken noodle soup I was sure we had. Not a chance. Shaughn felt great and wanted to eat everything under the sun (we can all see what is coming next) Marshall wanted to sweep all of my floors and showed no interest in sitting in his highchair, and Bob was shivering so bad I had to get him a heating pad. I couldn't find any soup so I gave Marshall some grapes and went to check on Bob, Shaughn proceeded to steal the container that had the grapes and when I entered the living room he had consumed about 10 of them. I tried to explain that it wasn't a good idea but it fell on deaf ears. I talked to my mom on the phone when I realized that Bob needed to be seen by a doctor and I would need her to watch the boys.
Did I mention that it started to snow and the wind created white out conditions by this point!!
I got Marshall into his snowsuit, given Shaughn a crash course on answering the phone and making a phone call, got my own jacket on and told Bob that I would be back ASAP when Shaughn decided he wanted to see those 10 grapes again......Off comes my jacket and off I go to get the paper towels....Marshall desides to take a closer look and steps in it!!! I get that cleaned up Marshalls socks changed and feet washed....and out the door I go.
Mom, bless her soul, tells me that we should pick up some soup on the way home because I had completely forgotten about that!! When we get home it is quiet and both Bob and Shaughn were in our bed.
I loaded Bob up into the truck and off we went.
I spent the next 6 hours helping my husband deal with his issues but feeling like I had abandoned my son. Mommy guilt was rearing her ugly head.
I choose to work outside of the home, I choose to be in a position that this chaos is possible and that things like this can happen. I choose it because in the long run I know I am a better wife, mother and woman for it but every now and then I want to stamp my feet and have someone tell me that yeah it was a crappy day and yeah I deserve to feel overwhelmed!!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Hello World!!!
This is my life....A mother of two, a wife, an Assistant, a fledgling Buddhist, a clinically diagnosed Control Freak and....Well ME!
I run into the same problems as the rest of the working parents out there. I get up in the morning and I get ready and go to work then I leave work, pick up my boys, come home make supper, read to my children and then go to bed. All to be repeated again the next day. And somewhere the "experts" are telling me to find time for myself. Easier said than done. That might have something to do with the control freak part but I'm working on it with the Buddhist part...As you can see I am not easily categorized. Something I am actually proud of, I like being an an anomaly. It makes my unique.
I am trying, with the help of my Best friend and husband, to raise our boys to be non-violent and caring. Not easy in a world of video games and movies. It seems even at a hockey game where 22, 000 Teddy Bears were donated to charity I still had to explain why two reasonable intelligent young men felt the need to punch each other for no good reason. Oh well once again Parenting isn't for whimps!!
Lately I have been feeling the need to Blog! I don't know why. Maybe because my mother does it and as I have found out today so has my cousin. I like the idea of journaling, getting my thoughts out there for others to read and hopefully identify with. I know I am not alone in my angst but I also don't know where to find others so this is my attempt.
I don't think there is going to be a theme here, just my musings. So comment if you wish...give advice or ask for advice. Stretch out a virtual hand or a virtual coffee. Whatever you deem necessary, because it will be appreciated!
Well that's all for now! Good night
I run into the same problems as the rest of the working parents out there. I get up in the morning and I get ready and go to work then I leave work, pick up my boys, come home make supper, read to my children and then go to bed. All to be repeated again the next day. And somewhere the "experts" are telling me to find time for myself. Easier said than done. That might have something to do with the control freak part but I'm working on it with the Buddhist part...As you can see I am not easily categorized. Something I am actually proud of, I like being an an anomaly. It makes my unique.
I am trying, with the help of my Best friend and husband, to raise our boys to be non-violent and caring. Not easy in a world of video games and movies. It seems even at a hockey game where 22, 000 Teddy Bears were donated to charity I still had to explain why two reasonable intelligent young men felt the need to punch each other for no good reason. Oh well once again Parenting isn't for whimps!!
Lately I have been feeling the need to Blog! I don't know why. Maybe because my mother does it and as I have found out today so has my cousin. I like the idea of journaling, getting my thoughts out there for others to read and hopefully identify with. I know I am not alone in my angst but I also don't know where to find others so this is my attempt.
I don't think there is going to be a theme here, just my musings. So comment if you wish...give advice or ask for advice. Stretch out a virtual hand or a virtual coffee. Whatever you deem necessary, because it will be appreciated!
Well that's all for now! Good night
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