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Boobs! A 5 Year Old’s Wish, A Mom’s Displeasure

6 Jul

Gran

Boobs.  It’s a simple word when used in the right context, hilarious when it comes out of the mouth of a 5 year old.  That’s right.  My silly 5 year old is now completely aware of the word boobs and she knows exactly when to say the word.

The other day I came home from work in a rush in order to get ready for a family outing.  I think every parent out there, mainly moms, know that once you have kids your privacy has pretty much gone extinct.  Seriously, I can’t pee or poop, (yes I said the word poop), without having both my daughters staring at me sitting on a very restful and comforting toilet, and they stand there carrying on conversations with me while I stare back at them thinking, “please just let me get this 2 or 3 minutes of peace”.  Nope, not going to happen.  Anyways, so I was in my room changing from my horrid, smelly work uniform into a more appealing evening blouse when my 5 year old walks in and catches me in mid-shirt removal.  She stares at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes and utters “mom I wish I had boobs like you”.   I stared down at her and let out a hysterical laugh and told her “No you don’t, they are not as fun as you think they are”.   Us top-heavy moms know exactly what I’m talking about with that statement right?  The evil looks and remarks from women who are not as “blessed”, the horrible backaches while washing dishes and not to mention the expensive maintenance they require (those damn $40 bras that I can’t even buy at Victoria’s Secret because they don’t carry my size).   Not fun at all when I am subjected to buying bras at a different store or online because they are considered “special” sizes.

I’m not sure how any of you moms handle a situation such as this?  Do you laugh it off? Do you ignore it?  Do you actually take time to explain to your 5 year the UNIMPORTANCE of boobs at their age?  I seriously want to educate mine on their displeasure, but I think I will wait a few more years for that.  For now I will have to find a way to deal with the lack in privacy and the onslaught of other questions that are to come from a very inquisitive 5 year old.

Playing With Teeth and Acting Like Dogs

2 Jul

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I love being a mom, a single one at that.  There is rarely a dull moment in my life when it comes to my children.  Every day is always an adventure, a memory, a story of some sort.  Today it just happened to be playing with teeth and acting like dogs.  The following was a quick conversation between my son and I:

Son:  Mom, did you see where I put my tooth?

Me:  Your sister was playing with it. (In a nonchalant voice)

Short and simple right?  But in retrospect this is actually quite hilarious, and gross if you are pretty sensitive to certain things.  I mean seriously, who plays with teeth?  The funny thing is that these are normal conversations in my household.  I am never bored, not always happy, but never bored.

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In other news, as I’m getting ready for bed I get on my computer and begin this post, my 5 year old has a makeshift leash (a belt) tied around my 8 year olds jeans and is dragging her around, while my 8 year old barks like a dog.  Do I even turn to acknowledge what they are doing?  Do I tell them to stop because it’s not right to be crawling around acting like dogs and being dragged?  Not one bit.  My 5 year old can’t do that much damage and if it keeps them from bugging me for a few minutes so that I can work on this post then I welcome dog behavior any day.   This leaves me to wonder what’s in store for tomorrow.  Good night everyone.

Inspiration for Nature Lovers!

20 Jun

ducks

This is a very sweet and inspirational read for all you nature lovers.  I used to live in this city many years ago and am thrilled that someone took the time to help these little ones and a momma in distress!  Please read. You will love it!  They filmed the rescue too!

http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/ducklings-rescued-storm-drain-reunited-mama-140653821.html?vp=1

Uprooting Your Kids May Not Always Be A Good Thing

18 Jun

faith

I know I had promised to write about my struggles as a single mom and it seems as though I haven’t been doing that all.  In fact, I have been doing quite the opposite in writing poems and sharing some photography instead.  But I divert to writing my first blog about a rather recent struggle I had as a single mom and I hope to inspire other women (men) who have gone or are currently going through a situation similar to mine.

So about 3 long years ago I was blessed to have been offered the job I currently have.  I was hired as an AP Clerk at a medium sized car dealership with limited accounting experience, but the person who hired me did so with the intentions of training me into becoming her, a Financial Controller.  During those 3 years there were many ups and down, some write ups for doing a few things incorrectly, some scolding and lectures, and last year leading into the early part of this year was in all honesty the worst.  In November of 2012, after several months of being bashed by my boss and having made a huge mistake at work I decided to quit.  I gave my two week notice, however, because of cash handling I was let go that same day.  Several days later right before Thanksgiving I decided to email my ex-boss and let her know the reason I quit.  Not even a few minutes later my phone rang and my heart literally stopped beating, at least it felt like it did.  It was my boss.  I reluctantly answered the phone and she proceeded to ask me why I quit and if I had thought my decision through.  Well after a few minutes she asked me to go in and meet with her the following day to see about getting my job back.  The following day I went in and was offered my job back, hoping that my boss’s attitude had changed as others had informed me it had.  This was short-lived, for she became her old self within a month and in January 2013 I quit again.  This time there was no two week notice.  I just walked out and never looked back…until a month later, but we will get to that in a bit.

When I quit in January I realized how selfish it was of me.  I found myself with no job in a struggling economy and 3 kids to support.  I unfortunately did what most adults despise doing, I called my mom who lived a couple of hours away and asked if I could stay with her.  So a few weeks later in late January I moved with my mother.  I uprooted my kids, not paying attention to how they would be affected, and moved them to another school.  This was by far the worst decision I made.  Not because I didn’t want to live with my mom, quite the opposite, I love my mother very much.  Actually, the minute my kids started this new school they began to get into trouble.  My youngest was getting SUSPENDED from school!  How does a 5 year manage to get suspended? Did she attack someone with a crayon or some glue??  Nonetheless, my baby girl was kicked out for a day almost every other day.  My son got into his first scuffle ever with another kid.  I have to biased here and mention that my son has NEVER been the type to fight with anyone.  My 8 year old seemed to show no remorse when they had a couple of lock-down situations at the school.  I would need to borrow your hands and feet to count how many times I received phone calls to go pick up my children.  I was at my wits ends.  I would cry on my way to the school and it became downright embarrassing.  All the while I couldn’t find a job and because of having to go to the school constantly I missed several great job interviews.  I had many great prospects all with the same response, “You seem very qualified we will let you know once we interview the other candidates”, and then, no phone call.  This went on for a whole month and when it seemed like I would never find anything the weirdest thing happened, I was offered a great position in that same city, and I received a phone call from my old boss in which I was offered a position to return.  This was by far one of the most difficult decisions I had to make and I literally had to weigh out the pros and cons.  They both pretty much offered the same starting pay, but what swayed my decision was the fact that my kids were not happy with the move to this new city.  They were not comfortable in this new environment, and although I wanted to stay a bit longer with my mom and siblings I knew right away that my kids came first.  So with a heartbreaking decision, I packed up our stuff and moved myself and my children back to my hometown.  With the help of my boss I was able to find a house to rent and she provided me with a sign on bonus that helped with having some startup cash.  I immediately enrolled my kids in school and daycare, which I knew was difficult because this was already their 3rd school in a couple of months.  But, they finished their school year off with awesome grades and no misbehaviors reported.  We were home.

I was offered a higher title, I was finally offered my title of Financial Controller with a bit more pay with a potential for a raise in 3 months, in which I was reviewed and given another raise.  I feel that I am truly blessed even though I encountered several scary bumps along the way.  This is life though.  It will never be smooth sailing.  We just need to know how to stay strong and “keep on truckin” when the going gets bad.  I have learned a lot about myself.  I have learned to not make hasty decisions that will affect my children.  They are the most important people in my life and I am truly grateful for being given a 3rd opportunity to work for the company I do.  This is just another “trial or tribulation” that I can check off as “conquered”.

P.S. In case you are wondering why I haven’t quit a 3rd time, my boss with the crazy attitude quit about a week after I returned.  We have remained friends outside of work and she has become my confidant in many areas of my life.

The Typewriter

17 Jun

typewriterTypewriter?  Does anyone remember these dinosaurs?  Yesterday I was sitting in my cozy living room watching “My Girl” with my children and the scene in which Dan Akroyd is typing up an obituary and Jamie Lee Curtis walks in popped up.  Out of nowhere my 8 year old yells “what the heck is that”?   I laughed out loud and explained to her that a typewriter is a laptop to her now, and it was our “laptop” back then.  With a stunned look on her face, she turned to me and asked “seriously”?  My 8 year old has a way of making me feel like a 100 year old relic.  So I proceeded to “educate” my daughter and explain to her that the world evolves and we evolve with it.  I explained how there were no cell phones, tablets, ipods, Xboxes,  or internet back then.  Her big, beautiful wide eyes are all I needed to reassure me that I am not getting any younger in this world.  One of these days I will probably introduce my children to the world of black and white box televisions, typewriters, Nintendo and the beeper.   I’m not sure how well that will sit with them, but I think it is important for them to know what was versus what is.  This may or may not teach them a thing or two about valuing what they have for it wasn’t always so advanced.   I think about the future and wonder what else it can possibly evolve into.   What else can technology throw at us?  Whatever it is I know my kids will be glad it’s not the typewriter.

Happy Father’s Day…..Single Moms Included!

16 Jun

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Happy Father’s Day!  How many of us take this day for granted?  How many people out in this large, vast world of ours do not have the privilege of saying these three heartfelt words?  Many of us say this with no real meaning behind it.  I for one have been guilty of this in the past for I have repeated these words just because it is the customary thing to do in America.  We have been trained, nurtured to call our fathers’ on this very day to utter these three words and yet we do not take the time to step back and be blessed at the fact that we can say it.  I have several friends who would love the opportunity to see their father at least one more time let alone be able to say these words to him.  Please do not take this day for granted.  When you call or visit your dad, don’t let these be empty words.

Today I took the time to step back and think about my fathers.  Yes, I have been blessed with having two dads, my birth father and my stepfather.  Although we do not see eye to eye on many things, I love them both equally.  Both of these wonderful men have played a huge part in shaping the person who I am today (and I think they did a pretty damn good job).  Unfortunately one lives out of town, so I was not able to spend time with him, but I made sure to call him and let him know that I consider him my father just the same as my birth father and I love him equally.   My birth father unfortunately has a very stressful job so I spent time with him yesterday in order for him to rest in preparation of an upcoming distressing Monday, but that did not stop me from calling and assuring that he knows I love him and was thinking about him today.

fathers day mom

But what else does Happy Father’s Day mean?  Well today I received a text message from my very beautiful and talented younger sister.  It read “Happy Father’s Day sis……love yaaa”!  Yes you can tell by the text that she is a teenager, but a rather smart one at that.  See, I stared at her text for a couple seconds, puzzled at her words, and then it donned on me, I am a single mother and I play the part of father as well as mother.  This is my day too!  Her text brought tears to my eyes, for she remembered and this meant a whole lot to me coming from a 19 year old college student.  So for all you single mothers out there doing double the work, this day is for you too!  Happy Father’s Day single moms!

Enjoy your special day fathers and single moms!  I know I will. 😀

Summer Break is Here! Oh no!

3 Jun

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Mondays are always hectic for me, and today was no exception.  In fact, if I had to rate my Monday it would rate a 15 on a scale from 1-10 with 10 being the highest!  Not only did I have to deal with accounting nightmares at work but it just happened to be the first full weekday in which my kids were out for summer break.  Walking in the door I was greeted with a houseful of clutter, as if tripping over toys in the morning when I’m half asleep isn’t enough, now I walk in and my laptop along with the charger are on the floor.  Shoes are all over the living room, my remotes are scattered across the living room, my kitchen looks like a category 5 hurricane overpowered it and the cat is whining at the top of it’s lungs.  Oh yes, summer is here in full effect and with brutal force.

 

So I immediately walk in and meticulously tip-toe through my living room as if there are hidden land mines and proceed to the kitchen to begin washing dishes.  As I’m washing the mount Everest of dishes that are in my sink I ask my kids what they would like to eat for dinner.  I had already taken out some pork chops earlier in the morning with the intent of making that with some mashed potatoes but my kids obviously had something else in mind.  They settled on hot dogs with fried potatoes.  I know I know, not very healthy is what you are thinking, but honestly I let them choose about once a week and the rest of the time they are subjected to my horrible cooking.   I chose to  make them happy today.  Anyways, so as I was done washing the dishes I went ahead and prepared “dinner” and made what I thought were going to be fried potatoes but they came out rather mushy (too much oil I guess).   I served dinner and proceeded to give each of my kids their glass of juice.  If any of you have read in my “About Illiana” section you would know that my 8 year is somewhat of a hardcore tomboy.  So I went ahead and served her in a princess cup and she gave me the “are you serious” look.  My response to that look was “What? It’s not like they are going to jump out and grab you”, in which she proceeded to laugh hysterically.  Now my 8 year old being the outspoken thing that she is poked her potatoes around and said “what the heck kind of potatoes are these”?  Ahhh!!!! Can I catch a break??? She hates the cup, hates the potatoes…geez!  Well whatever, let’s just say she only ate the hotdog and the potatoes became a 2nd helping for me.

After dinner I settled down in time to start watching the Pacers/Heat game (which is actually still going on right now) and in the middle of it I decided to make some chocolate chip cookies.  So there I am along with my handsome and helpful son, preparing the cookie dough batter when we realize we have no baking soda or powder.  That question I asked earlier “can I catch a break”, seems not.  Ah, what the heck.  We decided to go ahead and make them anyway.  I mean shoot, dinner was already horrible might as well end dessert the same way right?  So cookies have baked and they aren’t the best cookies in the world.  They ended up looking like cookie balls instead.  Ooops.  They were sweet so we ate them anyway, you know, something to cleanse the palate.

I would like to mention that during this entire time our 4 week old kitten has been whining at the top of it’s lungs with somewhat of a pathetic look on it’s face.  Charlie, our kitten, is hungry but for reasons personal to himself he would rather starve.  Apparently he doesn’t like the fact that I have switched him from mushy (he would have loved the potatoes) to solid food.  So for the last two days he has been starving himself with only taking sips of milk and turning his nose up at the solid food in his bowl.  As much as my kids are pleading with me to give him something mushy I will not give in.  At last, this is something I can have some control over.  Sorry Charlie, literally.

So as my 5 year old walks away swinging Charlie around as if he was a baton I leave you with a thought, what kind of summer will  you have?  Will it be swinging, starving cats?  Children that hate your cooking?  Chocolate chip balls?  A daily cluttered house?  Whatever it is make the best of it for they are the best memories you will ever have of and with your children.

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My Single Wish as a Mother Any Day! :D

2 Jun

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The Best Breakfast Ever

2 Jun

DSCF0443I know what you are thinking, “that looks like just a basic bologna sandwich” and you would be right, however, to me this is the absolute best breakfast bologna sandwich my hungry stomach has ever experienced.  You see, this morning, while laying in my comfortable, plush bed laying next to my angelic sleeping 5 year old I was awakened by the sweetest, most exquisite voice of my 8 year old daughter Illiana.  “Mom wake up and go to the table in the kitchen please”.  I miraculously managed to conjure up the strength to get out of bed (which was secretly calling me to come back) and proceeded to clumsily walk still half asleep to the kitchen.  Upon entering I was greeted with a nicely cleaned table decorated with a plate in which a simply-made bologna sandwich lay next to a small cup of iced-tea.  Illiana is standing there with her big beautiful eyes and a heart-stopping smile saying “eat your breakfast mommy”.  I am not much of a breakfast person but for some reason, possibly the heart flutters I immediately felt, I became extremely hungry AND thirsty.  I sat down and enjoyed every single mouth-watering bite of this sandwich, not your basic sandwich, one that was made the most innocent of hearts, which in her mind was the best breakfast she had ever made her mother. And guess what, this was the best-tasting sandwich on the planet at that very moment.  To make things even a little more heart-warming for you, she had made one for her 5 year old sister Gigi as well.  It’s the little things such as these that make me feel proud to be the single mother that I am.  This morning I was the happiest mother on earth.

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