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.

Power Plays And Pirouettes

Last week we entered unchartered territory known as more than one extracurricular activity. I know, I know. Some of you truly busy moms with more than two kids all signed up for sports and activities like Carmen or THE Busy Mom are laughing (between the two of them they have nine kids). I’m just trying to ease into this whole song and dance.

In addition to soccer (I can’t quite believe it’s her fifth season), Miss C is now taking an introduction to tap, ballet, and jazz dance class on Monday afternoons. I wasn’t planning on this, but after her summer ballet class she was channeling Angelina Ballerina and practically sleeping in her tutu and we’d already committed to fall soccer. I told her we’d try both this fall, but if it was too much she’d have to pick one activity in the spring.

As you can see, she is truly hating the dance thing and I have to drag her to class.


So far it’s going really well. Dance classes actually started in August, but I asked the studio owner if we could wait until after Labor Day to sign up, what with first grade starting and all. On Saturday Miss C made the only goal for her soccer team in a game against their long-time rival.

I told another mom last week at soccer practice that we were trying both soccer and dance this fall and she told me they did the same thing last year and quote, unquote, it “sucked.”

I’m just waiting for a shoe to drop, and I’m not sure if it will be a soccer cleat, a ballet slipper, or a tap shoe.

Picture Day Fail

I vaguely remember seeing the school portrait flyer posted on the front door at daycare last week, but we use the side entrance. Yesterday was Grandma day for Miss A, so I missed the reminder they send home to parents like me who need a little mental nudge.

The hubby took Miss A to school this morning and as soon as he left he called to let me know it was picture day because I had picked out a pink and teal striped t-shirt and play khakis for Miss A to wear and even He Who Has Limited Fashion Sense knew what a color scheme trainwreck that would be with the traditional fall leaves autumn background the portrait company uses. He couldn’t run home to pick out another outfit and I have a staff meeting at the office so I couldn’t justify make the 40 minute roundtrip to home and daycare and back all for a new outfit so I decided not to sweat it and consider it at least $20 saved.

All kidding aside, the portrait company our daycare hires in the fall is not my favorite (they bring in an independent photographer for black and white spring photos that are more candid), but yet I always feel guilted into buying at the very least the smallest package. I’m just going to stay strong and save the big bucks for a holiday portrait of the girls. There’s no sense in having photographic evidence 20 years from now about the day mama forgot it was school picture day.

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