Corny Christmas Mama

This is it! The moment I wait for all year long; Christmas morning. My kids finally are out of school YES my kids had school until Dec 22nd this year. I  personally find this to be  criminal. I love having all of my kids home and can’t wait for the next 11 days of family fun time. Ok I am corny I get it and my friends tell me that if they didn’t love me they would hate me because they although they love their children, some are already counting the days for school to get back in session. Me on the other hand prays for huge snow storm to hit the night before school so we can extend the break for a few more days.

In the corporate/working world most people get some kind of bonus. For me my bonus comes Christmas morning when  my kids faces light up at all the treats Santa has brought. This year I am especially looking forward to Christmas because it is likely going to be the last year that all four of my kids “believe” in Santa. Of course  when that stage comes the “you don’t believe, you don’t receive” rule will go into effect. I am anxiously awaiting their reactions and praying there is not a look of disappointment if they didn’t get everything on their list, after all a reindeer is not exactly the easiest gift to get. I am counting down the hours to Christmas morning. I am as anxious as they are but for completely different reasons.

We recently started the wrapping and sorting process. I start shopping in August and continue to do so throughout early December. As I lay everything out my husband says ” that’s it?” AHHHHH panic set it. What did he mean? Is there not enough? OMG how could this be I am guilty of over shopping. Every year I buy way to much, my goal is to make sure you can’t see the living room floor. Then I calmly ask him what he means? In mind I am thinking this is a green light for more shopping,  I was wrong. What he meant was that he expected double what I had given the amount I spent. I had to explain that bigger kids =small toys=big price. WHEW I am relieved to know that I didn’t ruin Christmas.

My husband is a saint, the man does not say a word at Christmas, he knows this is just what I do. I get the kids as many things on their wish  list as possible and within reason. He knows this is my Christmas bonus. My moment of knowing that I got each one of my kids exactly the right gift. He knows that watching the magic of Christmas morning is the same to me as that large corporate bonus is to others, although it sure wouldn’t hurt to get a bonus to pay off Christmas but unfortunately a part time preschool teacher/stay at home mom does not get that kind of bonus.  Now don’t get me wrong while I do go over board I am a person of balance and while my kids get way more than three things from Santa plus family gifts we focus a lot on the true meaning of Christmas. I stick to the list and don’t get items like the $400 Lego Death Star just because it’s on the list. Even though the kids have told me that if Santa brings it is free so make sure I leave it on the list,wouldn’t that be nice. I want them to learn you get what you get and you don’t get upset. I was so proud when my six  year old told “I don’t care what I get or don’t get , I am just excited to celebrate”. Ok I realize that he is probably buttering me up for that lego but part of me wants to believe he feels that way especially since he is not getting that lego or the spy kit he asked for.

Today we took the kids ice skating and there was Christmas music playing as we skated, I felt like I was in a Hallmark movie (see why my friends hate me). Watching my kids skate and laugh and singing a long made me smile inside. I love this time of year. It won’t be long before the dynamics of Christmas change for my family so I am going to take these moments and relish them. Ok I am corny and happy but it is ok, life has a way of changing things very quickly so I am taking the good moments and basking in them. So Merry Christmas to all and may Christmas morning be as a big bonus for you as it is for me.


Super Suburb Mom Comes to a Crashing Halt!

OUCH!  is  my word for today! Thursday is “MY” day or should I say morning. It’s the one morning that I am child free. Today I chose to spend that time volunteering at the Thanksgiving lunch at the kid’s school. As I am leaving the school heading home to let the dogs out and freshen up before picking up my little guy from preschool, BOOM, the truck in front of me makes an unexpected u-turn and decides to take me with him (see picture). Here is the kicker my car is only three weeks old. My brand new Suburban ( yes cliché car for the suburban mom) is trashed on the front end.

Ok so first let me start with what is important , everyone was ok! Two, I had no children with me.The grown up side or me realizes that in the grand scheme of things this is nothing. My immature material side is saying , my new car is trashed followed by pathetic materialistic tears. For the most part the mature grown  up side of me surfaced today. Today, my first thought was “oh my gosh my son is going to be abandoned at the preschool” my second thought is “my dogs need to be let out to pee” . Once my hands stopped shaking and I caught my breath I made all the necessary calls to get everyone home from their perspective schools and had a neighbor let my dogs out. Then I called my husband bracing myself for anger yet he was calm as well. That storm may come later, we’ll see when comes home. Twenty years ago my first emotion would be anger and my thoughts would be going to money because at twenty I just didn’t have the money to pay for this, funny how things change.

Ten maybe fifteen years ago I would have been so mad about this. My brand new car that I have been fighting for and wooing my husband for if you know what I mean for the past year is trashed. It just hurts UGH, its painful, it still has the temporary tags on it OUCH!!!!  Yet I am amazingly rationale and calm. I only text one bad word to my BFF on the phone and aside from crying because I was rattled and worried about my four-year old I was calm. There are so many pluses to age. For one when you are twenty-ish your car may very well be one of the most important things you worry about but at 42, my kids were first and foremost on my mind. I had simple solutions for getting them home but at the moment of the crash panic set it as I envisioned my four-year old alone crying at the preschool ( as if they would allow that LOL) and my three other kids walking home on this cold windy day.  At 42 this is a hiccup, not a life changer. I do miss the care free days of twenty something but I don’t miss the emotions that come with being young. I have so many more important things to worry about and so many more things to celebrate. ALthough, I did email my family and husband and said they had to give me a one phone call per person vent session to get over it but then I would let it go. Ok so I am blogging about it to, but hey I am not whining really and there is a moral so keep reading :).

When the officer cited the other driver with the ticket and he started arguing and I sat quietly. Twenty years ago I think I would have emphatically argued right back. I would be home crying and stewing. Twenty years ago this would have been ‘the worst day ever”. I love how life changes. A car accident now is no better than at 22, it’s a pain to deal with insurance and getting repairs and an additional expense during the holidays,  yet it’s all ok. One box of cookies, a warm bath and some red wine will cure my ailments today. Twenty years ago not so much.

So now I am carless and literally my super suburb mom life has come to a halt. God has forced me to put my life on hold. God is funny, I really believe  he has his own way of making us press pause, it is an expensive way to press pause but it does. Maybe today was about saying “slow down, take a breath, move a little slower” . Well God Thank you for my pause. I will take your cue and take a breath.

Super Suburb Mom just can’t do it all ( at least not perfectly)

Tis the season and I feel like I need to break myself into 10 pieces to get it all done. Seriously you know I am taking on too much when I order 150 Christmas cards that are misspelled. SERIOUSLY 150 that read MERRY CHIRSTMAS. I know we all feel at this time of year. Once again I stop and think if I do this to myself by trying to be super suburb mom and do it all? My friends always ask me how I make things look so easy and how I manage to have it all together. Honestly, I don’t know if I have it more together than the average person; It is all about perception.
I work as a pre-school teacher three times a week and commit to volunteering at the Elementary school where three of my four kids attend at least once a month. I also teach/volunteer to teach CCD on Saturdays, am soccer mom blah blah blah the usual suburb mom stuff. Between work, volunteering , dr. appts and life’s little errands I just have no spare time. Now that Christmas is approaching I feel like I need to be ten people to get it all done by “my standards” and let me just share that my standards are not that high. I Just like things done in a timely way. One of my dearest friends thrives on procrastination, staying up to the wee hours to get it all done and does so impeccably.Me on the other hand have my Christmas Cards in the mail the day after Thanksgiving and shopping for the most part done yet my cards read Merry Chirstmas, hmm maybe procrastination is the way to go.
My laundry is up to date and so are my photo albums. I have to say I don’t feel like I put pressure on myself and I don’t have a melt down when things don’t get done or misspelled LOL. I can roll with the punches and laugh at myself when I need to. I am timely and organized and everything gets done just not with perfection.
It seems that I always need to be in ten places at once. Holiday parties all seem to fall on the same day, how in creation do I attend three holiday class parties at once??? Who do I disappoint? Do I go to each party for few minutes so I get to everyone or do I attend one and make one child really happy and disappoint the rest? This seems to be where I am going with the Super Suburb mom. I feel like I do get to it all but I can’t be 100% at everything. I am the cliche for the typical stay at home suburb mom. Not sure if I am proud of being a cliche but I am proud that I am here for my kids and take an active role in their lives. So yes, my cards are misspelled, my frames hang crocked on the wall, dinner is made every night with not much variety but I do it and when I bake cookies I just slice and bake nothing homemade about them. I get it done and I hope that counts for something. Off I go to reorder my darn cards which I guess this year will not arrive at everyones door the day after Thanksgiving. Super Suburb mom signing out 🙂

Boogers, Burps and Butts Oh My!

Three boys and one husband equates to much a talk about boogers, burps and butts.

It is amazing how I can pretty much get anyones attention but just saying the word Fart. So for example if I scream FART all of sudden my boys magically appear and I then and ask “what did you say?” and I politely smile and say “nothing, just that dinner is ready”. Amazing isn’t it? Thankfully the farting itself is kept to a minimum but the fart talk is always a crowd pleaser at our house.

My adorable four year old will wake up look at me pretend to burp (he has not mastered the real thing yet) and says “thats for you mom”. I can’t help but laugh at this , I do make him say excuse me.

Burping is one of my biggest pet peeves in life , it absolutely grosses me out unless I am the one doing it of course which then makes it funny. Yes i know its hypocritical, and its not like that happens often but when you need everyone to listen to you burping is an amazing tactic, it beats screaming.  My boys know for the most part not to burp at the table or in public. The burping in public is respected, at the table not so much. What can I tell you, we are a work in progress.

Boogers is an entire other topic, don’t really even want to go there. Just saying that boys seem to have triple the amount of boogers than a girl and for some reason they think boogers are food group. GROSS.

Last but not least least ( not pun intended) are BUTTS. My boys think that butts are funny not just funny but roll on the floor funny. The laughing and comedy that comes from this baffles me. Last week when we went to the country we came upon some horses, I let them pet the horses. They then proceeded to get their DSi’s and take pictures of the horses butt. They thought this was the funniest thing on the planet, I found it disturbing. . Not sure what the fascination is but this thing with men liking rear ends starts at an early age.

I love having boys! Don’t understand them any better even though I live with four of them but I do love them. They are my delicious boys, farts, burps butts and all.



WOW Do I have it all wrong!

This weekend we went to the country for a little R & R. We stayed at a friends house who is away for the next year and has asked friends to please come and use her house while she is away. We head out for a nice weekend in the country bringing only a few things we need and nothing more. I tell my kids they can bring their DSi’s and a book and nothing more.

We arrive to our destination after three hours of driving and only a few complaints. The house is absolutely perfect, set up on a hill over looking the mountains, it is breathtaking. I couldn’t  help but let my shoulders down and a take a deep breath. There was absolutely NOTHING to do. At first this seemed like heaven then I realized four kids and nothing to = nightmare.

WOW did I have it all wrong!!! Here I am with a house full of toys back home. I pride myself in having the house of plenty. Not only do I have light sabors for my boys but enough so when all the neighborhood boys come over they can all have a light sabor to battle with. My daughter and I will pre-empt this by saying is the only girl and only female grandchild has SIX American Girl dolls ( my mothers doing) , my house is indeed the house of plenty. There is always enough of everything for everybody. So of course when I realize that three days in the mountains with nothing to but a DSi which will surely grow old in a matter of minutes; especially since my kids are not the type to play for hours on end, they are not very “techy” something that I have done on purpose. I believe in technology but focus us more on “imaginative play” at this age, I think OMG they are going to be bored and fight and drive me crazy. WOW, I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE WRONG!!!

My kids found the kid in them, they explored the property, ran around, wrestled in the grass and made up games to play. Yes we went into a near by town and did some stuff away from the house but we were at the house hours at a time with NOTHING to do and they managed to just be kids and have fun.
Here I am thinking wow I have spent so much time and money on toys and gadgets to keep my kids busy and realize that less is more. The sad part is , I am already shopping for Christmas, ready to load up the house with more toys, gadgets and things to occupy my little ones and keep making my house the “the house of plenty” so that all the kids will want to play here and so my kids will remember their home as a a happy fun home. Even now knowing that having less will only make them use their imagination and each others company for entertainment I will buy them more. Not sure why I do this but I will.

I feel two ways about this. One is that I have succeeded in teaching my kids to “play” and like one another even though they dont always want to. I realize  ANd the second is that maybe it is time to pear down. I always felt like having more toys , books, things to do would keep my kids happy and entertained and active and now I realize that you do not need a million toys to make this happen. I feel like I did a great job raising kids who can get away from a tv, dsi , I pad and toys and just play but I also see that I feed into the toys and have more get more etc..

Simplicity is an art, a skill I think I want to master. A trait I would like to pass on.  I can still have the house of plenty. Plenty of fun, plenty of love, plenty of what we need. I do not need to have a house full of “stuff”  to make  my house the house of fun.

The country was amazing! Simple fun and easy, how life should be.

Whirlwind Mama celebrates her birthday

Tuesday was my birthday! Not the most exciting day to have a birthday. Work , staff meeting, soccer, track and cheerleading. Packing lunches, cleaning house etc….. Having babies is life changing but what one doesn’t fully realize is that when you become a mom you forfeit anything ever being about you again. There truly is not day off when you become a mom.

Mother’s Day, birthdays, or any other holiday is never truly about you again. I guessing I am not the only one who feels this way. That is not to say that I was not spoiled or pampered in some kind of way because I was, Just saying that my day still entailed, doing laundry, packing lunches, running around from sport to sport etc.. It was not until the end of the day when my Mr. Wonderful broke out the fine china, grilled me a yummy NY strip and cracked a yummy bottle of wine that I got to sit, breathe and take in my day.

BIrthdays are wonderful, a time to realize that life is quickly passing by and a time to  take in all that has happened in your lifetime and what is yet to come.  Holding on tight for what lies ahead this coming year and ready to take it on.

Yes my birthday was a whirlwind day but I would not have it any other way. Highlight of my day, my kids think I am 21, love it.

Tried to post a picture but I am having technical difficulty 🙂


Loving my lazy Sunday (until the board games came out).

I have learned over the last three years that when we have a non committed day to fully  enjoy it. Today I laid in bed until 8:30, I had few visitors come in to give me morning hugs and kisses but aside from that I got to just lie there and relax all comfy cozy in my sheets.

I actually had to learn to be lazy. I look around and can see things that need to be done. I have pictures that need to put into albums(Yes I still have pictures developed and photo albums with actual pictures). Sheets that need to be changed, laundry to be folded etc.. I have to force myself not to start to tackle all my little chores but stop and enjoy these moments of peace especially since they are usually short lived.

We love pajama Sunday at our house. While I always encourage my children be active and go getters I think it is important to also teach them to know when to take a break and recharge. I am all about balance. Not sure I always achieve the balance I desire but I try.

My moment of bliss and relaxation came to quick end as soon as I got out of bed. Its amazing how nobody needs me but as soon as they see me all of a sudden there are four people and two dogs that are all fighting for my attention. I realize that one day there will be an empty house and if I did my job right that nobody will be needing me on a daily basis so I try to take all of these moments in before this stage of life passes.

My kids have decided to play board games, which I wish I could say is a fun family  moment, but I find them painful and LONG. Is this  wrong? I have decided that people who give my children board games simply don’t  like me and are punishing me for something I must have done to them. I say this humorously but not really. Seriously have any of you played Candyland with a three year old? THankfully my husband who is half saint doesn’t mind the games. We came to an agreement a long time ago that I do crafts with the kids which he hates and he does games. I got the better end of the deal as my kids can pretty much do crafts on their own now. So I get to blog and he is playing Monopoly which has been going on for over an HOUR, ouch.

LOVING MY LAZY SUNDAY! think I will crawl back in bed again.
Happy Sunday.