MamaMcCares

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Sanity is all relative!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Lessons from grade school

The more things change, ................the more things stay the same. In some ways.

These days, I wonder around, sadly nostalgic about all of the things my children and their children will never experience..........They will never know the wonder and joy of playing in their own dream city, built from the ground up using sticks and rocks and mud, Matchbox cars traversing it's highways and bi-ways. (They have toys!!) (TOYS? You had toys? Well, in my day, we had one orange to share between us............." LOL Sorry, I digress.......

They won't have memories of playing "Witchy, witchy Bluemont" and "The Aldie Damn is breaking". They won't dance on picnic tables to 45's, they won't buy penny candy at the corner store and they won't have those long lazy days of summer that we had that seemed to stretch into eternity and allow that anything was possible.

What they will have is "structured" summer fun, healthy nutritious snacks, and games that are considered safe and politically correct. Don't get me wrong.............Safe and healthy are good....but I have to say there was something very liberating about eating candy by the bag and having Kool-aid and sandwich cookies at VBS each summer. (Today's VBSers are lucky to get goldfish crackers instead of carrots and celery sticks) And there are countless kids today who don't even KNOW what Kool-Aid is. (Listen up, kiddies, and I will tell you about colored sugar water served up in a smiling plastic pitcher)

But, just when I think all is lost, and that kids today miss all of the good stuff, I will overhear a couple of them or observe some time honored kid tradition, and I smile,....I guess I am just a tired old woman wishing for the world to remain the same, and ( at least in the ways of kids everywhere) it does.

The things we all need to learn, we really do learn in grade school, and the things we do in grade school must really be primal, passed on genetically through the generations. What else can explain the irrational need all children have to spit on their hands before climbing on the jungle gym.( Hasn't all of our talk about germs and viruses and personal space and bodily fluids sunk in yet?)

So here are just a few of the lessons I have gleaned from working with children these past few years:

1. anything, ANYTHING can be used as a ball.
2. Most kids, if left to their own devices, REALLY take that "it's not fair" phrase to heart....generally, they self police, and I have witnessed many an act of kindness in the name of fairness.
3. "if a grown-up didn't see it, I didn't do it"
4. the opposite of "hot outside" is "cold outside" and for most kids, there is no in between.
5. underneath the most irritating child is the most enchanting person, just waiting to grow up
6. sharing is a concept easily grasped by school-age children and often outgrown by high school age.
7. "cat" and "kat" have the same meaning, and most children have at least one good "kat" story to tell
8. a child will tell you that Daddy yelled at Mommy with the same equanimity as telling you they got to eat pizza twice over the weekend. (Beware Mom and Dad, kids tell all)
9. Being "out there" with their feelings of anger, frustration and hurt is okay with kids. They watch it unfold, keep their cool, make objective suggestions, and when Joey calms down, all is forgotten and Joey is back in the game.
10. Forgiveness is inborn, it it "taught out" of us apparently, and in grade school, it still thrives
11. A salad is a salad is a salad, and no amount of ranch dressing is going to make it into pizza.
12. A caterpillar is a pet.
13. Wrinkled, crinkled, bent paper is as good as fresh flat paper (and it is only me that is so OCD about using new paper"
14. "Water" is the universal word for "celebrate with abandon" in kidspeak
and finally, at least for now.......
15. There REALLY is a half birthday mark, and being 8 and a half is REALLY a world apart from being 8.


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Idle ramblings

which I will say happens ALL of the time, despite the fact that I never have any idle time....funny, how that happens, isn't it? Some of our best and brightest thinking occurs when we are not able to harness it and use it to make the world a better place.

So, .....I decided it had been a very L-O-N-G time since I had blogged, and it seemed like it was time, (even though in truth, I have nothing in particular to blog about), so here I am. And as I sit here, gazing at my computer screen, I am thinking harder and harder, trying to remember those moments of epiphany I have had over the last few weeks that I now actually have time to share.....

And guess what comes to mind? NOT ONE BLASTED THING.....It is true, I am not a roaring, smoking intellect, but, YES, in fact, I often have moments of crystal clear clarity of thought,....times when the great wide sea of confusion clears long enough for me to make a realization, to have one of those "light bulb" moments, yet now, not one of them is coming to me.

So, since I have last posted, I have managed to cross that invisible boundary into wizened old woman.....(turned 50), and what do you know? I am okay with it.....In fact, I feel a certain victory in it, a certain "je ne sais quois", as though I have actually woken and found myself in a new land, inhabited by real people with real hearts and souls instead of the shallow and superficial residents of the village of youth and vigor....

Don't get me wrong. There is still that heart catching moment when you remember some small detail of your young life, when it feels like some old memory has been pulled from you, and you know in that instant, that you will never feel that way again. There are those times when the pain from those leftover hurts comes back, and even though you can bear the pain in a way that you couldn't before, the joys and the sweet memories that come with it are almost too much to bear.....like looking into the sun without any glasses. And maybe that is what we do.......maybe all of our lives we are building shields, growing tougher and thicker skins so that we can survive. But when you remember your tender past, you remember it almost as a mother remembers a child...

And maybe that is what true old age is........that group of people who have managed to significantly dull the pain of life, (or at least put it into perspective), giving them the capacity to show compassion and understanding and care to those still going through it, knowing that none of us, REALLY, can take it............and knowing that the pains in life and the joys are what has made us who we are, but in some perverse way, we must keep those feelings capped off.....to survive.

And maybe, just maybe, that is what heaven is.................or at least one part of heaven. Heaven will be the time and the place to feel the pain of our lives, and correct it, get it right,......Take back the hurt and the anger, and the regrets. Say the "I'm sorry's" and the "forgive me's" that have been in our hearts in life. REALLY and TRULY make it right. And maybe heaven is the time and the place to truly share our joy. When we can finally live IN that joy and IN that light without fear of it going away, and when no one else wants it or needs it so badly, they try and steal it away from us....

And maybe that sense of peace that old people get nearing the end of their lives.....is really, their anticipation of that great day in heaven when past meets present and we get to love again and live again, without that great overcoat of apathy we have worn like our second skin, most of our lives. and maybe taking it off, and really feeling those feelings again, is like the first warm sun of spring, touching our skin after the cold, cold winter. I can't wait to dance in the light of the sun, surrounded by all those people I love.

Or maybe, I am just a crazy old broad who needs a second cup of coffee this morning.

Not sure......but I know that today, my worries and stresses are greater......my pain may be duller, my joys not as pronounced.....I worry, (and worry and worry and WORRY) about my kids and my grandbabies...I don't want them to experience pain and loss and disillusionment in their lives.....but as for me,......living "in the middle" isn't so bad......................

It's a simpler life,.....not complicated with people, places and things. Really, by now,....all I need to be content is my home, my family, and my self respect.....and of course, all that and a few hundred skeins of yarn. So give me my coffee by morning, my tea by afternoon, a good loaf of chewy bread and the happiness and safety of my young, and me and my old man can call it a good day.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Weekend Warrior

I want to be....................I DESPERATELY want to be..................I want to come home on Friday night, after working hard all week, and I want to be able to tear into everything that I have missed all week.

I want to get into my garage...LITERALLY! I want to be able to get into it, and use it. This means I must first clear a path,..................then make my way into it, toss a lot of nothing into trash bags for the garbage man, stack up lots of other nothings, in case I ever *need* them...(I am sure you other pack rats out there know what I mean.), and move the remaining *important* things around so that they are in a position to be useful to me. Somewhere in the wild ramblings of my mind, this space is going to be my studio....I will knit here, paint here, sew here, sculpt here, maybe even swim here..............(it has been done before, thank you Mr. Page)

The thing is, I never manage to make my way here to be able to do the clean-up.....
And why???
Because I am so busy trying to carve out some time for myself, that I don't have time to carve out some time AND some space for myself.

Today my idea was to wash clothes,..............(especially good idea since I am now wearing hubby's boxers since my undies are all in a large wicker basket waiting to be laundered).Did I get that done?
Nope!

My next idea for today was to get out the sewing machine, and get out some fabrics and make Lindsey and I some awesome skirts to wear now that the snow has finally gone and the sun is shining. You know what I realized? I am really not a sewing kind of girl..............oh, yes, I can make do, and actually, I did make one skirt for Lindsey, out of some frilly, flow-y, sparkly lavender chiffon -like fabric, but truthfully? It was like pulling teeth.....................WELL ROOTED TEETH!....................I now have a sewing machine, several spools of thread, scissors, 6 or 7 stacks of fabric and2 pairs of glasses lying on the dining room table.....(where earlier there was a simply, understated fruit bowl) I would say, I have now made more work for myself.....and EVEN less time tomorrow for anything else, since I have now created a dining room mess to be cleaned up.

I also wanted to clean off my front porch, dress it up a bit for spring..............make a few pillows for the porch swing, hang a star lantern, perhaps even clean out the collections of boxed junk hiding under a covered table out there..............Nope! didn't happen!

So what did I do today? I watched my grandbaby learn to sort shapes and colors into a Sesame Street learning toy.......and I got the unspeakable joy of hearing him say, "melmo,....melmo", over and over again..................and to this Nana, that was the best sound ever. I managed to do something very, VERY difficult that I thought I never would be able to do on circular needles...(the jury will remain out on this particular project for a few more days)...........But mostly, I used my most precious commodity,,....my time,..............lamenting how little time there is, and little time I have, and how MUCH time I need..........

What a waste of a perfectly good Saturday. So tonight, as I ease my troubled conscience by blogging, I am telling myself that "Tomorrow I WILL get something done...........tomorrow I WILL make up for the wasted time today....." Tomorrow I will do laundry, at least one load so I can wear girl panties to work on Monday, I will get into the garage, at least long enough to put the dining room fabric away,......tomorrow, I will go to the front porch...I will. I will go out there, look at how much needs doing, and I will turn around and walk back inside.

I will go into my backyard and feel defeated by the weeds taking over my border.....I will lie in my hammock *planning* my garden, and when tomorrow night rolls around, I will be lamenting my lack of accomplishment out there, as I am lamenting my lack of accomplishment in here tonight................

And when Sunday night turns into Monday morning, I will already be planning.................Next weekend, I will be a weekend warrior...........I will work in the garden, clean my garage, sew some skirts,walk the dog, do the laundry, bake a cake, and maybe even lie in the hammock reveling in my successes.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April fools day

Yup..........here it is again.....

I remember April Fool's day fondly for most all of my life....My mom, almost EVERY single year, tried the same prank on me....."Lori, (while gently shaking me awake in the morning",.........Lori, there has been snow overnight. School is canceled! Snow Day!"..........(even as a child, I ADORED the life-giving, mental health-sustaining, snow day). And then after 3 minutes of pure, joyous bliss, she would laugh and say, "April Fools Day!!!!!!!!"

Now that I think about it, alot of my childhood bliss memories started with me lying in drowsy happiness with a promise from my mom. I had a recurring dream as a child, (well, I had 3 recurring dreams as a child, but for our purposes here, just one).........my mom would come to my bedside, gently awaken me, and put a plate of warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on my bed. They would smell heavenly, and even in my fugue state, I could see the melted chocolate dripping down the cookies and onto the plate. I would feel the warmth transfer from the plate of cookies to the blankets, and it was more than I could bear. I would sit up, reach for the largest, chewiest cookie, and then, alas, I would wake up and realize it had all been a dream. Oh, the disappointment......

And the worst part..................this dream happened over and over and over again.....either that or it was so traumatic that it stayed with me forever. I can remember , (at least it seems this way) waking up to the cookies on many occasions, and saying to myself, somewhere in the depths of my sleep fogged brain, "It's just a dream, there's no cookies there...........don't fall for it", and yet, fall for it, I did. Every single time! and you ask? "Why is this a bliss memory?"

Because the joy I felt at my mom being there, first thing in the morning......the joy of a warm, chewy, chocolate thing, made by my mom, just for me.....was bliss. Illusion? Yes, but a real one. One that could have happened.....................Morning was definitely the time for Mom miracles in my childhood.

But I digress.................I was talking about April Fool's day.....Do you remember the pranks? the jokes? Surely I was not the only one who delighted in them........I remember the other kids, writing notes that said, "kick me", and pinning them or taping them on the back of other kids. While I would NEVER have done such a thing, (far too shy and diminuative), I secretly watched and laughed and thought how clever such a thing was.....

And then there was the great hoax of 1984.....A bright and shiny April Fools day morning.......(much like today) Another morning........................(much like those mornings of my childhood), but this time, I am a grown up. Glenn is lying in bed next to me, languishing over the warm sun bathing us both in springtime warmth. "Lori," he says, "It is a beautiful day....I can't go to work......Will you call in for me?" "No,", I hissed....."I am NOT calling in for you. If you want to call off work, do it for yourself" Well, for those of you who know me, you also know that I am very easily persuaded, and was particularly vulnerable to the persuasive tactics of one Glenn V Davis.................

"What will I say? What sounds like the truth?....Glenn, you are going to make me go to hell doing this". He laughs, and then says, "It's April Fool's Day,.....they expect a little prankery" My conscience goes right out the window..............my moral compass points south, and, AS USUAL, I am talked into playing silly games with Glenn.

"Well, we are not sure.......................rash,..............fever,............all of them,....yes,....as soon as we know.....okay, ....okay,........thanks, appreciate your concern......bye now", and then I hang up the phone and giggle. Glenn laughs, I laugh, and by now all three of the babies are awake and laughing.....I am remembering those paper signs, "kick me", and I laugh all the more......Glenn has coached me, and I have called his work, (which shall remain nameless) told his boss the kiddies all have some sort of rash, fever, and that we need to take them to the doctor, and so Glenn needs off for the day. They buy it, hook, line and sinker.................

We play, we eat, we picnic,.........................we take a walk, we fly kites,................we all lay down for a nap in the warm spring sunshine, and we mostly just enjoy this fine April day with each other and with our children, forgetting completely about our responsibilities, our "real" lives as mother and father and worker, as husband and wife, and member of society.

By afternoon, we are all played out...............the babies come inside with me to watch Sesame Street while I go into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Glenn lounges on the sofa, reading a book about Robert E. Lee.......the sun is low in the sky, and we are all happy, sated with our day playing hookie, and the phone rings....

"Yes,...........oh wow, Nathan, I forgot...............yes, ....yes,...............Oh no, not at all. Sorry you were worried.....yes,.....it's fine.....yes, tomorrow,...nothing serious....okay. Well, get some sleep" Glenn finishes the phone call and hangs up. He looks at me and says, "We forgot to call work after we *took the kids to the doctor*" (lies have a way of getting away from you, and it is impossible to remember, sometimes, who you told what to, and when). "uh-oh", I say.
"Everyone at work has been waiting for my call today.....they have been worried sick. Worried about the babies, AND worried about their wives..............and their babies..........."
"I thought we were the only ones with babies at work"....
"Exactly," he said "We are.........the others are ALL expecting babies...............They have been waiting around all day fearing that our babies had rubella, and that I had been carrying the virus into the shop all week long".......

Uh-oh.....................I go white, thinking about how they must have worried......Me, with my over-anxious, over-working brain, and knowing that if I were pregnant and exposed to rubella how I would have panicked, imagining the birth defects..................

Okay, so this is where I learned about having fun with April Fool's Day. Since that day,..........I realize that fear is not fun, worry is not fun.................

So, if you hear me asking you if you want a chocolate chip cookie, warm from the oven..............I might be lying if it is April Fool's Day, but if you hear me tell you that your car is on fire, you had better call 911, because I am not bluffing, and I am not fooling.........

Thursday, March 25, 2010

radical thinking

I wish to scream out loud now.........................scream at injustice and the people who perpetuate it...scream at the seemingly inpenetrable minds of people who continue to cling to the status quo, as though it really works....

The health care bill..................Why are so many people afraid? and what are they afraid of? How can any one of us NOT want equality of health care for all of our citizens? (and that is still not going to happen)........I just do NOT get it. I cannot wrap my head around it. and I guess, in some way, I want some non rude person, someone who is not so terrified that they feel they have to terrorize me to explain to me how you get there from here.....

Social injustice. This is nothing new.....The rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and speaking as an intelligent but poor woman, it is maddening. I wonder, and wonder often, how some people with such a seemingly small mind have managed to climb their way (no doubt on the backs of the oppressed) to such privelege.....or so , it seems. As though they are better than others, more important than others, and that others somehow deserve less.

Let me say one thing: No one deserves one thing better than another....NOT ONE PERSON is better than another.

I believe in Jesus Christ. I believe He is the model that we should follow...We should live as He lived, we should love as He loved.....Last night I heard on the news of people (conservative Republicans) who were phoning in death threats to elected officials, cutting gas lines, using coarse and vulgar language, and even referring to our president as a "n_ _ _ _ _" (I cannot even write it, it is so disturbing. And what do they hope to achieve? What kind of image does this send to anyone?

When I hear of these things, I want to run in the opposite direction....I am guessing that these conservatives want all of us to come around to their opinions, but my God, do they really believe that this sort of behavior is going to win them the approval and admiration of the masses?

I want justice. I want my children and my childrens' children, and their children after them to live in a world where ALL citizens are valued and cared for. I never want another child to go without proper dental care, another expectant mother to do without prenatal care....I want our aged citizens to feel love, valued, and revered, and I never want one more old man or woman to have to choose between their medicine and their meals.

I want an entire generation of people in this country to stand for and believe in equality. Some of us sing well, some of us draw well,...................there are those of us who dig ditches best, and those of us who design houses. People who teach children, and people who write computer code. Is it wrong to want to live in a land where all of these people, and all of their talents are recognized as necessary and valuable?

So maybe our jobs are different, some require more skill, some more education......but our souls? our spirits? Aren't they all worth the same, and shouldn't we all be guaranteed that we have quality of life and quality of health care?

I am afraid. I am afraid to speak my mind in a nation of people who think it is alright to yell obscenities at the president, to hurl insults at others simply because their viewpoint is different from your own. I want to understand your world,.....just as I want you to understand mine....

This goes deeper than health care,...........at least for me......this is about human beings loving each other, respecting each other, and caring for each other. We go through our lives with our hands out, our backs turned and our haughty noses in the air. Where did we learn that this was the way of success? where did we learn that by being apart from others we were better than others? Why do we feel we have to claim our value by devaluing others?

Nope. "You can call me a dreamer...................but I'm not the only one....I hope one day you'll join me, and the world will live as one...."

I make mistakes, too. My husband tells me that I can be critical, judge too easily,......he tells me that I am too partisan...maybe I am....or maybe,........................maybe I am just tired.
Tired of using someone else's yardstick to measure my own success in life......tired of teaching my children kindness and patience and tolerance, when people can be so intolerant of them..and of me, and,...................yes, intolerant of you. I am tired of working hard and getting nowhere, and still people say, "Why should I work hard to pay for someone else's healthcare when they won't get off their butts and go to work themselves?" I work hard and pay for my own healthcare and am STILL WILLING to help pay for the healthcare of others.......because it is that important.

A short story. Once there was a girl who was bright, ..........very bright, in fact....She loved to draw and to write. She had big ideas, and big dreams. She planned for a brilliant career, and she had the choice of several colleges. The girl met a boy, a bright one......one who thought outside the box, who could turn words into pictures and dreams into reality. The girl fell in love and chose to build a family with the boy. They would love each other, love their children, and by doing so spread love in the world. They worked hard, this boy and this girl, but after a time, they felt overwhelmed.....they were young and inexperienced.....they didn't have the tools for the job.
The years passed....they made tough choices. Caring for their family came before caring for themselves......groceries and electricity and medical care were in short supply, while judgement and criticism was plentiful. After a time the boy and the girl grew apart. The "doing without" came between them, and they went their separate ways. The judgement of society and of each other increased until the only thing left was bitterness and hurt.
One day,the young girl swooped down to pick up her rowdy toddler and kiss him, and he came running exuberantly toward her. He threw himself into her waiting arms and his hard toddler head came crashing into her face. There was a pop and a crack, and when the young mother looked down, her two front teeth were lying before her on the floor.
She gathered them up, and put them in a baggie.....Silent tears fell down her cheeks as the shame surrounded her.
In a few weeks, she saved enough money for the dentist. He just looked at her sadly, and shook his head. It seemed her teeth were hollow, from the inside out....The three babies....three pregnancies, three nursed children had taken their toll on the girl.....and the poverty had taken the worse toll. The dentist told her that the calcium had been robbed from her body for the babies and that a healthy diet would have protected her.
The girl left the dentist, disappointed but determined.......this would not happen again, not to her, not to her children.
The girl got a job.....She worked and she worked. People around her talked around her, over her, and occasionally, even TO her, though usually loudly and slowly, as though she were dull-witted or deaf. Sometimes, they talked about her, as though she were not even there. She was pitied and patronized and once a man even asked her if she was available to come to his home and clean windows. Mostly she was invisible. Overlooked as disposable, without worth or value.....
You see, once we are judged as the poor and the downtrodden, we cease to exist as people of integrity, people with something to offer....people of intelligence and of heart. People with hopes and dreams and aspirations....We become what the achievers believe to be the "lazy indolent lower class who doesn't work and feels entitled for us to support them" No matter that the girl worked, and worked hard. No matter that the girl had done without food and health care......No matter that the girl never had food stamps, public assistance. She was marked.
It took many years for the girl to climb out. She endured the shame of the dentist blaming her for her poor nutrition and the loss of her teeth. She endured the haughty stares of the stay at home moms when she dropped her children off at school while she went off to earn their living....She endured countless acts of thoughtlessness, and even downright rudeness because she was a single mother of meager means....She endured, and she survived....
And she promised herself she would never allow herself to be small and mean spirited to those around her in need. She would never presume to make assumptions about the level of intelligence anyone had, especially those around her working the thankless jobs. and she would ALWAYS do everything in her power for the support of basic human rights for the under-served in her community and in her world.

That girl was me.

So when you ask me how I can vote so liberally for healthcare, so conservatively for war and violence, how I can stand up and fight back so hard for women's rights and expensive nutrition programs for women and children......how I can support more tax dollars for education funding and higher education, you know the answer.

I lived in that world, I suffered the indignity and the shame, and the cold ugly stares,.........and for what? Poor judgement perhaps.....I was too young to get married, too young to play house. But I had all the right intentions, and I worked hard...........I raised (and continue to raise ) 6 kind and honest children with superb intelligence who contribute to the community around them. So now, I have arrived........back from the shadows of poverty. Am I any smarter, any funnier, any different than I was then?.....Is my worth any different?

When you see me I am worth a lot. I am a wife, a mother, and an artist. I teach, and I learn and I show kindness to the world around me, but I am the same invisible girl.....and oh yes, I do have teeth now.....but it's my guess that the teeth have nothing to do with me or my worth as a person, just in the average person's ability to see it..
So, as I see it,
I traveled the road to get here, and until you make the trip, don't judge the people who pave the road.........

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Need time alone?

So,.......I've been thinking and talking alot lately, about personal time,.....and about personal space...and I know how important it is, for me,.....for you,.....for all of us. Problem is, how often do any of us, (especially Moms like me) get to have personal time......ALONE? (I know that some of you husbands out there think that being at home with the kids is personal time.....Anyone who has ever had to hold a child on their lap while trying to use the toilet knows what I mean) THIS is not personal time. Children are the loves of our lives, the sun that gets us going in the morning and often our raison d'etre, BUT.....sometimes enough is enough...

Here is my solution: and I am titling it....
"Five easy ways to get alone and relaxed when your family won't let you get alone and relaxed."

Method #1: When the entire family has arrived home for the evening and is gathered around, waiting for dinner, inform them that dinner will be done shortly. Tell them that the brussels sprouts are almost tender and that the liver and onions is in the oven. I almost guarantee that Dad and the kids will hightail it out of the house so quick for McDonalds that you won't even have to fake it. When they have left, pour yourself a glass of vino and sit back and eat chocolate.

Method #2: When you get home from work in the evening, run to the bathroom, directly to the bathroom, lock the door, and make a distinct retching sound loud enough for your family to hear. Tell your husband it is that dreaded stomach virus that is going around and ask him to leave a roll of toilet tissue just outside the door. By the time you can say "hahaIamlying", the entire family will have vacated the premises long enough for you to enjoy that long sudsy bath you have been dreaming of all day.

Method #3: Announce to the family that you will be having a "Gee I" party..............
"Gee, I can't stand this dirty house anymore".........There is nothing that will clear a room (or your home) quicker than a family expected to participate in housecleaning detail. Suddenly your sullen teenagers and your lay-about husband will remember something very important they were supposed to do...............(The beauty of this method is that after you have had the house to yourself for the day, reading, sipping tea, or napping, they come home to a house that is just as dirty as it was before, and you can use this method again the following weekend.)

Method #4: Tell your husband and children that your favorite Aunt Millicent is coming for a visit. Remind them of the times she spit on her finger and rubbed it on a smudge on your nose, or the many times she has asked to see that birthmark she remembers on your inner thigh. In a nervous voice say quietly, "oh my, I hope Aunt Milly doesn't remember me telling her about that pimple on your bottom...." THEY ARE OUTTA THERE!!! (This works particularly well if said Aunt Milly lives out of town and they fear she may be staying overnight) Plan for a two day Mommy getaway.

Method #5: ...............my personal favorite.......Guilt! Use it to your advantage! How many times has it been used against you? In a sorrowful tone, mention how sad it is that the kids never get enough time with Dad....and of course, statistics say that children who do not spend enough time with Dad fall into all sorts of trouble...(make it financial and Dad will really panic)....Sigh loudly, and wistfully, and say that you hope that your children will not be marred from all the time they spend without their father....(This is a good time to remember out loud that your son likes to play with paper dolls), and then (very innocently) ask Dad if he would like to try the scones that Junior baked yesterday after he finished curling your hair. By the time you have baited the trap, hubby is already caught. Without further discussion, the fishing poles are loaded in the car and the children are off for a day of frivolity and fun with Dad. And Dad takes the girls, too. Perhaps if they learn to fish, they will spend more time in pursuits like catching worms and less time playing with baby dolls...Dad is thinking, "Remove the temptation"

All of these methods are good and fine, and work wonderfully for a day at home, alone, reading or catching up on a movie you have wanted to see.....but what if you want a day alone, shopping, without your pre-pubescent daughter and friends tagging along....Follow this advice, and you are home free, (uh,.........I mean mall free)

Purchase some of those pink foam rollers at the discount store..(they are a wonderful investment in your mental health). Roll your hair up on them, and then find a paisley, or better yet, green plaid scarf to tie around your head. Get your husbands best white athletic socks, and fish out your flip-flops from last summers vacation. Put both on, along with a pair of grey sweatpants and a flannel shirt from your husbands closet, and then announce to your daughter, "Hey sweetpea, wanna go to the mall with me? I bet we will run into all of your friends there, since everyone is shopping for the daddy-daughter dance"..(On another note, thank God for the daddy-daughter dance....one MORE opportunity for alone time). I can say, with 100% certainty that your daughter will NOT accept your invitation. She may humor you by saying she is feeling under the weather, or she might even be honest and tell you that she wouldn't be caught dead out in public with you, but either way (and what do you care) you are guaranteed a day of shopping bliss.
Oh, and one more note....Be sure that you have already put on jeans and a tee shirt under your sweats and flannels....It's easy to get the rollers out once you are a block away from home, but take it from me,............it can be dangerous disrobing and re-robing in the car. I STILL have that round bruise on my hip from the gear shift knob, and I don't know how I will fare in court next week on the public indecency charge...............

Of course, those of you who know me, KNOW that I really don't mind spending every waking moment with my husband and kids, (NOT), and you also know that I don't have an Aunt Millicent.......And as for the public indecency charge, you all KNOW that aside from a small box truck, there is not enough room in any vehicle for me to change in....

but laugh about it we must......(better than sobbing about it, crying and gnashing our teeth over the seemingly EVERY DAY crowd that follows us from room to room, asking us over and over again, "Can I...?, Do you know where.....?", and the ever present, "Moooooooooooooommmmmmmmm..................................................."

I'm changing my name. Just call me Dad!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Multiplication

Says one third grader to another third grader, "Division is really hard until you know your multiplication facts,................................but once you learn them, you can do anything."

Anything? Really?..................
That is the question I posed. And the third graders: "Didn't you know that, Miss Lori?....How do you think you get into high school?"


I've been thinking about that......I think they're right....

And I have decided that multiplying all positive things really can get you somewhere...and then some....
sharing 5 blessings with 5 people is 25 blessings....sharing 8 blessings with 3 people is 24 blessings...

So.......calculated like that, (since I now know my multiplication facts), ...........
if I take my blessings of my family's love, my wonderful job, and my knowledge of a loving and forgiving God, and share them with 100 people, that makes 300 blessings......

Hmmmmmmmmmm......This could really catch on...I better stop blogging and start working on my multiplication facts....I can do anything!

2659 x 5.........., 31,000 x 16,........229 x 56,..........1751 x 93.............7270 x88,..........815 x 815,.......22 x 29995, 999 x 1500,..............................................................................................................
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