I just found a bowl of cereal in my bathroom…

Motherhood can drive you nuts sometimes.  I used to be a pretty stylish lady.  I could put together complete sentences, read books, and then have intellectual conversations about said books.  I could shower, fix my hair, and put on make-up every day instead of just picking one of the three and calling it good.  

I didn’t have drips of milk running down my walls, orange cheetos-smudges on my windowsills, or a package of wipes within reach no matter where you sit in any of my rooms.  I didn’t come across random bowls of cereal in the bathroom (that really happened, and not too long ago). 

All of this chaos leads to mommy moments where you question, “what did I do to my neat, organized life?”  Well, in my case, my life was never that neat.  But it was my mess, dang it, and I liked it.  All of these feelings are normal and temporary.  Temporary because your little kiddos are growing every  minute, right before your bleary, sleep-deprived eyes.  It may seem like the days are dragging as you wash the bottles, tie the shoes, change the diapers, remind of the manners, bake the cupcakes.  But these days won’t last forever.  

One of the mentor moms in a MOPS group I attended shared the following poem and it has stuck with me years later.  It’s called Wet Oatmeal Kisses and it’s by Erma Bombeck:

The baby is teething. The children are fighting. Your husband just called and said, “Eat dinner without me.” One of these days you’ll explode and shout to the kids, “Why don’t you grow up and act your age?” And they will.

Or, “You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do. And don’t slam the door!” And they don’t. You’ll straighten their bedrooms all neat and tidy, toys displayed on the shelf, hangers in the closet, animals caged. You’ll yell, “Now I want it to stay this way!” And it will.

You will prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t had all the olives picked out and a cake with no finger traces in the icing and you’ll say, “Now THIS is a meal for company.” And you will eat it alone.

You’ll say, “I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around, no pantomines, no demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?” and you’ll have it. No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti, no more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent, no more dandelion bouquets, no more iron-on patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, missing mittens, or ponytails falling out.

Imagine, a lipstick with a point, no babysitter, washing clothes only once a week, no parent meetings, carpools, Christmas presents out of toothpicks and paste.

No more wet oatmeal kisses.

No more toothfairy, giggles in the dark, or knees to heal.

Only a voice crying, “Why don’t you grow up?” and the silence echoing,

“I did”

Brings me to tears every time.  When I am in the midst of all the craziness I try to remember this poem, hoping it will give me some perspective.  Then, if that doesn’t work, maybe I’ll eat a bowl of cereal in my bathroom and cry.  🙂


Dinosaurs or Poop?


Is that what I think it is?

Is that what I think it is?

The moment when…you come down the stairs in a daze after being woken up WAY too early by your three year-old.  You squint as you make your way into the kitchen when something stops you dead in your tracks…It’s brown, smallish, and lumpy.  It’s sitting on the floor right next to your couch.  With two boys in the house there are any number of things it could be.  But, with two boys in the house in various stages of potty training it could also be one thing…

Is that poop on my floor?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Upon closer inspection, though, you realize all is well.  It is actually just two cute, brown, little dinosaur toys.  You heave a sigh of relief, and go about making your coffee.  Poop crisis averted…for now, anyway.  🙂

Phew...Just dinos!

Phew…Just dinos!



The Moment When…

The moment when you breathe a sigh of relief because your two year-old is finally playing quietly. Then you realize he’s playing quietly with your toothbrush.  You sigh again, this time because you have no idea how long he’s had it or where he’s put it.  Ugh.  Motherhood… Not for the faint of heart!  🙂   

Dish Duty



Okay, personal confession time.  Drum roll………  I do way too much for my kids.  It’s ironic because by profession, I am a teacher.  Come into my classroom and you would find that students were expected to be personally responsible for their belongings, tidy up after themselves, and pitch  in to keep the classroom running smoothly.  Alas, in my home as a parent I do not always practice this same set-up.  I tend to do things for my kids because it’s easier and faster.  Patience is not my strong suit.  

So, one day I was telling a friend of mine how much I hate putting away dishes, and how I always feel like I’m searching for sippy cups.  She asked me why I didn’t have my kids do it.  I responded with, “that cupboard is way too high for them.”  She was very sweet and showed me her own kids’ dish cupboard.  It was in a bottom cabinet, totally within their reach.  They had a basket for plates, bowls, cups, etc…  Each basket was labelled and they could totally handle putting their own stuff away.  Not only that, when they want a snack/ drink, they can get their own dish to put it in!

My wheels started turning and I came up with my own version, pictured above.  There is a spot for plates, bowls, cups, and a plastic tumbler for kids’ silverware.  It is not always a tidy cupboard, what with all the little hands in and out of it.  But, MY KIDS ARE HELPING AROUND THE HOUSE! It’s awesome!  The labels are done with words and pictures since my kids aren’t reading yet.  I drew them, but clip art would work great too.  Now that I have a handy-dandy dish cupboard for the kiddos, now I just have to consistently make them use it…I’ll keep you posted 🙂