Thursday, October 22, 2015

No juice for you!

A couple times a year I travel for business, leaving my two kids in the care of family. Sometimes that means my husband takes a few days off from work, and sometimes my mom or MIL watch the littles for me. Though I absolutely miss my family while I'm away, having adult conversations, and not being responsible for anyone but myself is a nice change of pace. And there is the added benefit of not having anyone ask me for juice.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

The best intentions

I love to craft. It can be hard with small children around. They want to help. Which is fine, but it seems like they only help make a bigger mess. Or they want you to do something different RIGHT NOW. Or, they see you are distracted and use the opportunity to make the worst possible choices while your back is turned. So crafting often waits until the end of the day.

Which is hard. Because at the end of the day we are tired. Our brains don't function enough to follow the steps on a blogger's tutorial. But my brain can go on autopilot to fill a glass of wine!

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Moms are like Glue

Moms are like glue. We hold the family together. Also, if you squeeze us too hard during the day, you need to give us overnight to dry out. Because we are going to be drinking. Probably wine, but hard liquor if needed.

Children have a habit of squeezing too hard. Both on bottles of glue and on moms. They want what they want - and it usually includes impatience, more sugar, and later bedtimes. The last of which encroaches on our crafting time. Which, eventually, converts into drinking time. Out of necessity, really. It is medicinal. Doctor prescribed. Or would be, if we had the time to visit the doc.

But... give us overnight to dry out, and we're ready to do it all again tomorrow - from sticky syrup to ketchup covered dinner... each day is a new one that we'll attack with fervor - and reminders to say "excuse me" and "thank you."

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Soap Operas and Bon Bons

Being a mom today is much different than it was for my mom, or her mom (or, so I've been told). While I was promised a life of Soap Operas and Bon Bons, I have yet to find a Soap that can truly capture my attention. And logging Bon Bons into my Fitbit app feels counterproductive. I'm a busy woman. Not only do I do the dishes, the laundry, the groceries, and tidy up the house (and yard!), but I also have blogging to catch up on. I need to share perfectly styled photos on Instagram before the kids come in from playing outside. My day isn't complete until I've hopped onto Facebook to comment on my friends' status updates, while sharing how perfectly my life comes together. Then tossing a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.

Life is rough. We have it nothing like our moms, or their moms.

Welcome to 2015. Stay at Home Moms don't ahve time for Soap Operas and Bon Bons. We do Netflix and Pinterest.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Some Things are Supposed to be Hard

Sometimes, you try a new craft technique, and it clicks on the very first try. It feels like you've been doing it forever. You hardly have to think about what you're doing... everything just clicks into place. And when that happens, especially if that happens more than once, we think that is the way things are supposed to be. That everything should always be easy.

But easy doesn't always mean good. Sometimes, hard is good. When a project really challenges you, the sense of accomplishment you feel at the end is SO much better. When something is difficult, and you take the time to master it, you gain the respect and recognition of your peers in a way that you wouldn't if you stuck with simple, fast, and easy.

Some things are supposed to be hard. So get your mind out of the gutter and try something difficult. Try something that scares you. Give it a shot. Completely screw it up. Then try again. And again. Because "hard" doesn't have to mean "not worth it."

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Four Leaf Clover Crafts in March

We all have to pick our battles. Some choose grammar, some scream about using your turn signal. Most days, I'm just trying to get my 6 year old to put his dirty laundry within two feet of the hamper. Those who are burdened with extra hours burn out their Caps Lock light in the month of March. They hop from website to website, using shouty capitals to inform crafters that adding a fourth leaf to a clover makes it no more a symbol of St. Patrick's day than a pink heart, orange star, yellow moon, blue diamond, or purple horseshoe.

These St. Patty's Patriots are unconcerned that the use of all capital letters causes readers to question both their sanity, dexterity, and sobriety. (Holding down the shift key with one hand while pressing a letter with the other is a talent not normally displayed by those who have one hand occupied with a fourth adult beverage. And with all-lowercase letters being the stomping grounds for the tweens, that leaves the all-caps option.) They wish to electronically pluck the fourth frond from each lucky charm, with the zeal of a 13 year old boy ripping wings off a fly.

The Shamrock Police, no need for riot gear behind the safety of their touch screen, shout down bloggers creating 4 leaf clovers with their toddlers, and shame them with the ignorance of turning a shamrock into a quadripetal. This trichotomy has no room for another angle or another side. And no patience for those who confuse the luck of the Irish with a symbol for the trinity.

The real result of all these shamrock shenanigans: more rainbow crafts and pots o' gold.

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon you face
and may your shamrock only ever have three leaves because substituting a four leaf clover for a shamrock is like using a four lettered word in Sunday School. And I’m not talking about the nice words with four letters. I’m talking about the ones that make people gasp and ask if you kiss your mother with that mouth. Which is the strangest question ever because what other mouth would you kiss your mother with?

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

On Halloween Candy...

My two kids went trick or treating. And despite a disappointing number of dark porches on our street, they still managed to bring home an alarming amount of candy. Which was traded in for toys, Great Pumpkin Style.

This means I have a grocery bag full of candy hiding in one of my kitchen cabinets. Taunting me. We all know that there is only one way to get a bag full of candy to shut up.

Eat it. All of it.

I am determined to get all of this Halloween Candy out of my house... through my stomach. It's a sacrifice that has to be made. Belly up to the table. Let the season of sugar and gluttony begin.