You Wanna Piece Of Me?

Last week I attended a Girl Scouts meeting and it was all I could do to leave without taking on two troops (one for each of my girls), signing up for CPR lessons and camping 101, and then freaking out a couple of months from now and barricading myself in the bathroom behind a wall constructed entirely from boxes of Thin Mints.

About 16 of us gathered at a table and a veteran troop leader approached us, gave us the scoop, and cheerfully and matter-of-factly said, “OK ya’ll have enough interest to form your own troop. Two of you need to decide who will be co-leaders before you leave tonight!” and walked off. We all looked at each other and I sat on my hands, I must confess, to keep myself from volunteering. I’m already coordinating a silent auction basket for Miss A’s kindergarten class and that’s about all I can handle right now.

Today I’m featuring a guest post about Why N-O is your best back to school supply from author Lisa Quinn, whose book “Life’s Too Short To Fold Fitted Sheets: Your Ultimate Guide To Domestic Liberation,” is an honest look at cutting through the Martha Stewart BS, learning to say no, and lightening up.

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It Takes A Village, And Lots of Vino

Last year I ran into a friend at the library and as she held a baby on her hip and her two young children swarmed around her she commented, “I don’t know how you do it.” She marveled that I could manage working outside the home, blogging, parenting, and marriage.

You know what? I don’t really do it. I don’t have it together. If you could see my house right now I guarantee it’s a disaster zone. There are always dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and dirty dogs. But I’m a great juggler, most of the time. I had my girls’ school lunches packed Monday before I went to bed but I forgot my own lunch for work the next day.

And guess what? Here’s the big secret that I think so many parents, especially moms, are afraid to admit. I don’t know how the heck YOU do it. Or you. Or you. Or YOU. I don’t know how people with more than two kids do it. I don’t know how single parents do it. I don’t know how parents whose kids play multiple sports do it. I don’t know how my daughter’s teacher with three kids, one of whom competitively ice skates, gets up before 5 on school days and then teaches other people’s children all day does it. I don’t know how my best friend with three boys all in different schools does it.

As crazy as my life may seem on the surface, there is a method to my madness. My younger daughter is currently enrolled in zero extracurricular activities. That’s right! Zero! Stop the insanity! And no, she’s not bored. She’s interested in taking gymnastics, but I just want to make it through the month of August in one piece before I enroll her. And Miss C, my oldest, starts her 9th season of soccer this weekend. We may check out one more school activity for her, but that’s it.

I say no a lot. I pick and choose what I want to toss into the crazy mix.

How do any of us juggle work, a family business, marriage, aging parents, kids, soccer practice, PTO sign-up guilt, gymnastics, piano lessons, basketball, baseball, karate lessons, and still manage to eat, bathe, and leave the house fully clothed on a daily basis?

I’ll tell you how we do it. We have support systems. I have help from grandparents who will babysit at a moment’s notice. I have a supportive husband who worked Saturdays all summer so that I could work in my office on Thursdays while he took the day off to stay with the girls. We have help from neighbors with car pooling.

Behind every seemingly well-running family unit on the surface there are people behind the scenes helping them keep afloat.

And maybe, just maybe, an emergency bottle of wine or two.

The Fun Mom

On Tuesday rather than become annoyed at the fact that I was not going to be able to be productive because both girls were home (Miss C had a snow day and although Miss A’s daycare was open she gleefully said “YES!” when I asked her if she wanted to stay home) I decided to just roll with it. Plus they were gone two nights last weekend with our parents and I was perhaps feeling a bit of mommy guilt.

Snow days, although fun when they are a rare novelty, get old quickly and it’s tough because although schools are closed the rest of the world keeps on ticking and my office is always open and my husband still has to work. Maybe I’m just a wee bit high strung or OCD about the way our schedule should be. Any way, it is a weird balancing act to have the ability to plug in your laptop and work from home. Kids don’t always understand why you can’t make sock puppets and play board games all day because they have the day off.

Not wanting to be a total killjoy, I told the girls we’d go to the park for lunch at noon and sled. By then they’d already watched so much Disney Channel that their brain cells were starting to die and OH MY LORD I actually know all the words to that new Selena Gomez song.

Our neighbor’s little girl had just gotten a new sled so she headed to the park with us and as we were walking I noticed the snow had already melted considerably. Brown patches of grass and dirt mottled the once pristine snow. It didn’t look very promising for sledding but we’d already spent a good 10 minutes or more getting dressed for it so we headed to a little sloped area. We ended up sledding on the “snud,” a mixture of snow and mud, for an hour walking home the girls started making little snowballs from what little snow still remained. I scooped up some snow, threw it at Miss C and as we started a game of snow tag she looked at her friend and said, “See? My mom can be fun!”

Do you consider yourself a fun mom? While I’ve actually embarrassed Miss C singing Party in the USA and I’ve let the girls turn their rooms into stuffed animal jungles, more often than not I am the “let’s go we’re running late, please pick that up, quit fighting, apologize to your sister right now” mom.

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