Sure, put a label on me. I don’t care…
Saint… hmm, is that a song?
Put whatever label you want, as long as you don’t take my label maker from me. Creating order in an otherwise disorderly world…
What if you build a prison to house the bad people, then accidently get locked in and can’t find your way out? Well, it’s sort of like that.
How is this for ironic…
My sister Carole dropped by my house again to discuss important topics on coolmom. Now that I am a soccer mom, I needed some experienced soccer mom guidance:
When do I bring the snacks?
By the way we may think we are frumpy, but if you put “soccer mom” in a search engine it’s mostly porn. Must be the visor that does it for them.
Do you ever think: I have got to get these kids out of this house! Now that Vivien is in school, big girl school, I don’t want her time with me to just be the window between school and dinner. There are some afternoons of cartoon watching, but wouldn’t it be nice to go elsewhere and see different topography of LA? So, this is Cool Mom on location. It was a nice day by the beach. I loved it and while my kids ambled about, I reflected on the trends that little girls go through.
When I tell people I have two little kids and a 16 year old stepson (I don’t lead with my two older stepkids as they live on their own), I get remarks about “what a handful” the stepson must be. Not the case. Oliver wouldn’t know drama if it slapped him in the face and set it’s hair on fire in front of him. He would barely raise his eyebrows.
He is very cool.
He talked more to me when he was little. Now, I welcome any dialogue. No matter how I have to get it.
My sister Carole is here again, so we can talk about how special and wonderful our children are. Or rather, how special and wonderful and brilliant we all decided they are going to be. There are even tests you can give your little Mozart.
Do we go overboard with this stuff? Well, it’s better than neglecting them.
It’s the age old issue…when your kids sleep do you get stuff done or pass out? Do you clean up or go online? Before I do anything, I used to always do a sweep of the house. But, now, not so sure.
Sometimes us moms do seem crazy and over-involved. But sometimes that heart line that connects us to our kids causes us to do the right thing. This is such a tale.
What’s the wackiest or messiest thing you have ever done as a parent? Cleaning poo doesn’t count.
The last in my recent series with my mom Morency. The vid speaks for itself so allow me to relate an anecdote that illustrates what a practical, Minnesotan my mom is. Now, I’m sure I will get some of the details wrong and be corrected later, but here is the gist.
Her father passed away when she was 12. Part of how her mother supported the family was to buy big houses and rent out rooms to boarders. This was the 1940s in the Twin Cities. One day my mom came home from high school, and she saw her room had been moved into the dining room. A man had shown up that day and would pay money to rent my mom’s bedroom.
I said, “Gosh, weren’t you upset?”
My mom: “Why would I be upset? My mom got $25 a month for that room. I understood.”
Now, I made up that amount, but you get it. I like when I have flashes of that myself. Practical and unsentimental. Of course, my dad is from Georgia, so I’m also half Southern Gothic. That’s the side that has to stay at home and watch every minute of Ted Kennedy’s funeral,
But back to mom guilt…