It has been a busy couple of months and there have been a lot of projects being tossed back and forth. It’s really cut back on my ability to write about all of the funny things that really do happen every day.
This is a photo run-down of our Week of Parenting.
As with all things in our universe, our week in parenting starts with one constant, and that is THE LAUNDRY.
After getting that pile under control using the technique that I wrote about on Scary Mommy in The Myth of The Super Mom, it looked pretty ugly, but it was finally folded.
Sometimes, I just let the laundry sit in neatly organized bins once it’s been cleaned and dried. It’s the folding that I loathe. I’m really doing my kids a service.
If you are lazy enough, spirit-sucked enough, or otherwise looking for a unique way to justify NOT finishing your own laundry, feel free to do what we do, and pretend those laundry piles serve an actual, developmental purpose.
OK, this photo was taken before this past week, but I’m including it because it’s relevant to the ups and downs of being a parent on any given week.
I visited a friend who just had her newborn baby. She’s a precious, sweet, little thing.
I was reminded of what it would be like if I had a newborn, again.
When you have a BABY, you can be sitting contently feeling like you are Super-Mom, or Super-Mam (if you are nursing), in one moment……
And you can be quickly reminded that you are not Super-Mom, Super-Mam, The Baby Whisperer or any other superlative that implies you know what you are doing.
Look at this child.
Her TOES are mad.
As our children grow from stages like the one above, we start to feel wistful as we remember their chubbier, tinier days.
We look at photos and scrapbooks and wonder whether we’ve been present enough, or if we’ve done the best by them that we could.
We promise to do so if we realize there was some lapse or failure in that quest to be a conscious parent. We also remember how our little girls posed so innocently for PHOTOS WHEN THEY WERE TODDLERS…
And then our baby girls learned how to cock their hips out, with the slimming arm pose at the very young age of 5?
You realize, that even though you don’t pose in your photos like that, all of those waif-y models in magazines at the grocery store DO.
This gives you troubling rumination material for the rest of the week about the premature exposure to provocative images that might impact your daughter’s self-valuation and reliance on temporary and superficial beauty traits before she even enters the first grade.
Then, you long for the days of random infant tantrums (see photos above) so you can start over and put horse-blinders on your girl-toddler for all grocery store trips so that your 5-year old will pose for photos like she’s actually 5 years old and not Eva Longoria on the cover of Vogue.
The truth is that you’re not ALL that worried about it, but you tell yourself you are, because you would otherwise have time to fold that laundry pile that’s pro-creating like a bunch of randy fruit-flies. (See photo above.)
But, eventually, you run out of things to do that help you put off completing that soul-sucking laundry task and you GET THE LAUNDRY DONE. AGAIN.
And then, you realize that you have 3 more loads ready to go in. AGAIN.
So, you start that whole dysfunctional laundry cycle anew.
You walk up to the play room and see that your kids have been engaging in some very cool fort-building and dramatic play!
“My kids are so smart and creative!” you think.
You walk a little closer to see what masterpiece is under construction by your Little Renaissance Progeny.
I have absolutely no freaking idea what to make of it, either, folks.
But, I’ve decided it’s okay to blame the grocery store magazine rack magazine covers for this one, too.
One day, if you are lucky like me, your husband offers to LET YOU SLEEP IN, and he takes the kids in to school.
He’ll need your mini-van but you can take his sedan, he says. No problem!
But, when you open his car door, you are met with a couple of dirty, dessicated Longhorn skulls in the passenger seat.
This happens to everyone, right?
I didn’t think much of it, until I saw about 6 spiders of various sizes crawling in and out of the skull’s eye sockets on my way to an appointment.
When I sent my husband a message asking “WH…WH…WH…WHY????!!!!!!???” with copious interrobangs (that is what you call a combo of question marks and exclamation points), and explained the spider infestation of his car, his response cracked me up,
“DON’T TOSS ‘EM! I NEED THEM FOR A PROJECT!!!!!”
My hubby’s Man-Project came out pretty well, I must admit.
Although, I haven’t decided if it will be allowed inside the house just yet. I’m waiting on the “All-Clear” order from our pest control guys.
And there are always TEETHING MILESTONES that we parents get to witness like we did this week!
We get to look forward to being the cool parent who helps to expertly extract a loose tooth.
My dad used to tie a string to an open door with the other wrapped around my tooth.
Then he’d slam that door.
It was totally cool.
But, as with most expectations and plans, things don’t always work out like you think you will. (See Angry Baby Toes Photo above).
We didn’t help our daughter’s loose tooth out at all. It fell out on its own.
We were at a celebratory graduation party with friends and children. As we were all enjoying some relaxing banter and sangria, our daughter ran out to us profusely bleeding from the mouth.
Everyone panicked thinking she’d been horribly injured.
Turns out she and another kid were playing “Crocodile” and she bit her to make that role-play more convincing.
There were no teeth marks, of course.
That was a technique for tooth-extraction I had not considered. I’ll have to stock that one away or submit it to a Tooth-Fairy-themed blog round-up.
And that brings me to the end of our parenting week in BEFORE & AFTER photos.
If you think this post is long, you should just thank me for deleting all the other photos I originally uploaded.
But, I’ll close out on the positive note.
There were moments in the past week (and WE ALL HAVE THEM) where things just weren’t going great for Mom.
As a matter of fact, they might have even seemed to be going NOT GREAT.
But, here is what is so interesting.
At one very moment when I was actually giving a lot of thought to the NOT-GREATNESS of a particular thing, THIS happened RIGHT OVER our house.
Really, it totally happened.
I watched my kids dance underneath it as the rain started to come down again, barefoot on the sidewalk so that they wouldn’t miss it before it ran away.
And, it reminded me that…..
SOME DAYS ARE LIKE LAUNDRY: UN-GREAT, TEMPORARY AND MAYBE EVEN RECURRING.
BUT THE PRIVILEGE OF PARENTING THROUGH DAYS LIKE THAT IS PERMANENT, GOOD, AND BEAUTIFUL.
And, then I walked back into the house and saw this.
I HATE LAUNDRY.