To Shower or Not to Shower

Since I've only been writing this blog for a couple of months, I have not exactly been taking notes on awkward moments, but I thought I'd jot down this year's top twenty that I can remember off hand. Look out 2015...I'm taking notes this time! 2014- A Year of Awkward Moments The moment when your four year old sees someone with a facial deformity at Wal-Mart literally the day after watching “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame” and yells, “Look mommy! Quasimodo!” I could not push the cart away fast enough. Awful…just awful. The moment when you are 8 months pregnant and attempt to put a huge bag of dog food on the bottom of the cart at Costco and the cart goes flying and you land on your butt in the middle of the aisle.  The moment your husband realizes it's not you groping him from behind, but it's actually a drunk lady he trains in the gym.  The moment you try to introduce your children to your boss and they immediately st...

"The physical Odyssey of making a baby is really humbling...it's like whoa. When you wake up in the morning and your house is a sort of beautiful mess...but you're with your kids you're thinking, this is the best thing I've ever done with my life." -Drew Barrymore I almost cried in Walmart today.  Not because I was having a stressful moment with my children, but because I was having a stressful moment without them.  Ever since I was young, I knew that when the time came to have children I would give them 100% of my time, my love, my care. Maybe because I was raised by a single mom who worked and went to school full time while trying to date on the weekends. The only thing I can ever remember really wanting as a child was more time with my mom. So, maybe I take it to an extreme when it comes to my own children.  Even still, I have these moments where I realize that anything I once loved doing has slowly been erased from my daily activities.  As I'...

Those of you who caught the Beyonce reference in the title may be disappointed that this posting is not about sex. If ever I do grow the cojones to go there, it'll probably be in the far future entitled, "Naked and Afraid." Do people actually watch that show? This posting is less about the act of making small children and more about the act of getting ready with small children. When discussing this subject matter there are two things that come to mind. First, was the time I tried to get myself and my children ready to go to my husband's Cross Fit competition called Boxtoberfest. I think it is very important for the boys to watch their father being active and competitive, so despite the difficulty in taking three children to a busy public event on my own, I decided that it was worth the struggle. My biggest mistake was getting the boys ready before myself. I was thinking, if I feed, burp and change Rory after I get dressed there is always a chance he will spit up ...

So I took a shower today...In case you were wondering. It's not that I don't want to shower, it's just that taking a shower when you have three young children becomes an interesting venture to say the least. I could attempt to turn on a movie for them, but more times than not someone is crying as soon as I'm lathered up with shampoo. Then comes nap time, which can range anywhere from 20 minutes to 2 hours. One can never know who will ring the doorbell or which dog will bark at an imaginary cat in the living room so I'm often torn between priorities during this time.  Either way, you should know that I do shower daily, just not always during nap time. This post is not about hygiene, however, it's about the shift that happens when a woman has a baby. I am not going to say I speak for all women here, because we all know the women who continue being exactly who they were prior to having children, but for me, and many women I speak to, having children changes you. ...

Music is one of the many privileges I have lost since having children. Not that I don't veto their song choices every so often, but I find myself cleaning or cooking to the Fresh Beat Band or Bubble Guppies or Elmo's Musical more often than not. I figure there comes a time in a parent's life when one must decide if   (insert action)  in peace is worth listening to the shrill sounds of happy go lucky children's shows and I have embraced my decision. My husband, on the other hand, still believes he is in control of the household (probably because his work schedule only allows him to be home on the weekends). He hasn't quite learned the idea of choosing one's battles and I watch him tirelessly choose them all. As much as I'd love to discuss the differences in mine and my husband's parenting, this post is regarding "today's top 40." I'm talking about the half hour I wait in line to pick up my eldest son from school, the quick trips to th...