I consider myself a fun mom. I am the first to wear my pj’s inside out to encourage snow (what, you haven’t heard about this trick?) the next day and one of the few moms who squeals when school is canceled. I enjoy a wide range of activities with the kids: playing games, baking, sledding, movie nights, building Legos and more. I thrive on the chaos of having my kids and another five from the neighborhood tearing through my house, doing messy projects, and building forts with sofa pillows.
I also take my responsibility as a mom, in helping my children grow to be moral, responsible citizens, seriously as well. There are consequences for bad behavior and there is an overall expectation to be accountable. There is a nice balance between expectations for proper behavior and having fun.
This preamble is not meant to sway you, hoping you will vote for me for a Mommy of the Year award. No, instead, this is to hopefully refrain you from calling Child Protective Services with what I am about to share.
But first, let me set the scene.
The kids have been home from school with a GI bug all week. There has been diarrhea and vomiting for days.
That’s not all.
Tuesday morning a construction project started on the house. Three guys and constant loud noises added to the fun.
Wait. It gets better.
Lucky the dog lost her mind because of the three guys and continuous noises. She barked constantly and dug at the hardwoods whenever she heard the noise, which was all day.
And I worked through all of this, having to schedule one business call for 8:30 last night, hoping the dog would be passed out from the exhaustion of digging and barking all day. Another two hour call with a different client was pushed to today, praying the dog will be calm enough for us to be on Skype for the meeting.
A conversation with Monkey yesterday just might make you reach for the phone to report me:
Monkey: “Mom, do you think I am going to be able to go to school tomorrow.”
Me: “Oh, you are going to school even if it means putting a diaper on you to get you through the day.”
Move over Joan Crawford.
There’s a new mommy in town.
With the kids and dog packing up after school for a weekend of “daddy time,” I am going to be relishing a weekend of mostly solitude. I have a few social engagements and a long run with a friend, but there will be large blocks of time when all I will hear is a Pandora station playing quietly in the background. My guess is Nora Jones will be playing this weekend. Here’s “Come Away with Me” for Song of the Week: