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Becoming a Young Lady: How I Handled My Daughter’s Transformation

5 Jul

It’s been several years since my last post.  Various events in my life have led me to have little to virtually no time for myself, all of which I could have blogged about and they would have been great stories, however, I’ve tried dedicating what little time I do have to my children.  With that being said, my comeback post relates to my now 11 year old daughter and the dreaded step closer to becoming a woman.girls-on-their-period_o_2073325

Yes, you read correctly, how can I say it more clearly without causing alarm, MY 11 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER got her period.  I never thought the day would come and yet, like a freak hurricane, IT arrived in full force.  She freaked out, I freaked out and more than anything, my son freaked out. My 8 year old daughter thought it was cute and adorable, I found that a bit disturbing.  She obviously has no idea what monster she’s got coming to her.  Nonetheless, after running around like a crazy lady and “confirming” several times that she had actually started her period, we got dressed and prepared to make our trek to the store to “shop” for her items.  Upon arriving at our local supermarket we made our way to the “feminine products” aisle where I was faced with a plethora of choices for her.  I was lost.  I had no idea what to choose for her.    I know you’re asking yourselves how this is possible since I’m a woman too.  Well, I’m 34 and for the last 20 odd years or so, I have been going to the exact same spot at the supermarket picking out the exact same feminine product, not once paying any mind to the endless other choices.

Anyways, while standing in the aisle scoping out our options, my daughter begins to have a breakdown.  Tears start streaming down her face and she is absolutely mortified at the thought of having to pick out something that is absolutely normal.  Meanwhile, my 8 year old screams out at the top of her lungs, “Mom is that going to happen to me too!”  My poor 11 year old had the most upsetting look on her face.   Of course, I’m not helping the situation by giggling at each option I look at and trying to explain the different pros and cons of each product.  Finally, my sympathy for her kicks in and I help her choose one pack that looks like it is geared towards “preteens”.  My daughter, rightly so, makes me carry the box to the register and she stands as far away from me as possible, as if I’m holding something that presents imminent danger to her life.  So I pay and we walk out of the store and head on home.  In my head, I’m trying to go over HOW I’m going to show her how to use these things, these “feminine pads” and I’m dreading every bit of it.  We arrive at home and my daughter rushes to the restroom, me following behind.  I begin the exhausting process of explaining exactly how this product is to be used and the normality of it all.  I have “the” talk with my daughter about the importance of crossing the little girl to young lady threshold and I stress the importance of being careful in any situation she may be presented with.  I have to remind myself several times that, regardless of her age, her young mindset, HER body has began to transform itself to that of a young lady.

I can’t help but shed a few tears, my little girl is growing up, and dammit I think I handled it pretty damn well.

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A Trip to Our Local Museum: IMAS

25 Aug

Please Vote: Summer Nature Photo Contest

12 Aug

Hey guys!  I know I haven’t posted anything in a while…summer has kept me busy…vacation, summer photo contest, and an awesome promotion at work.  Nonetheless, I am back and asking for your support.  I previously posted something in regards to a summer nature photo contest my son entered.  This is the photo that was chosen as a contender.  I am hoping most, if not all of you, have facebook so you can go to the following link https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=558934994168769&set=a.558933164168952.1073741828.454120927983510&type=1&theater and hit LIKE to vote for his photo to win.  Thank you so much and I appreciate all your support! 😀

A Day at the Beach 07/14/13

15 Jul

I Need To Lose Weight and My Daughter is Brutally Honest

13 Jul

fat lady

I love to say that I have the best kids in the world, and I do, but sometimes they can seriously be brutally honest, and many times it is in the most unexpected places or at unimagined times.  Parents, I’m sure  you know what I’m talking about, when your kids blurt out in public that you farted, or say something awkward at family gatherings.  Sometimes though, it is in the comfort of your own home, yes, comfort, but your little terrors turn it into anything but comfort.  Most recently my 5 year old enlightened me on two different facts.  Here is what I am referring to.

This past week I had my younger sister staying with me so that my kids can stay home in place of going to daycare.  Being the great hostess that I am I offered my little sister my bedroom to sleep in, which meant I had to sleep on a small, rather unforgiving twin bed, while my sister enjoyed my plush, memory foam, queen-sized bed.  Our little house was built many years ago so the floor plan is a little odd.  The only restroom in our house is situated next to my daughters’ bedroom so that you have to go through my bedroom, then my daughters’ bedroom in order to get to the bathroom-I have a point, I promise.  Okay, so earlier this week I had just finished taking a wonderful and steamy shower, getting ready to go to hell (this is in reference to my job) and I stepped out into my daughters’ room to get dressed (I hate getting dressed in the restroom, it’s too hot and sticky in there).   I was going on about my business, fully naked, beginning to dress myself, when out of nowhere I heard a rather deep and raspy, yet sweetly innocent voice say, “Remember mommy, you have two bellies”.  After recovering from a slight heart attack due to an unsuspecting voice too early in the morning, I turned to my 5 year old, and saw two small, stubby fingers being held up.  She re-uttered, “Two bellies mommy, two”.  Even though I felt a slight pang in my heart I mustered up the strength to laugh and try to argue in my defense that I had one belly shaped in two.  Nope, this eerily smart 5 year old was not buying it.  I was defeated.  Hence I learned two things that day…I have an extremely honest and blunt 5 year old, and I seriously need to lose weight if my 5 year old is able to see in darkness the shape of her mother.  I am now currently in the market for an elliptical and a great exercise video.

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

teeth

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.

dog on leash

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.

Strong Words To Live By

29 Jun

Many of seem to dwell on the past, to the point where it almost consumes us entirely.  A weekly dose of these strong words may help in remembering to let go of the past and look to the future!

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Cars Do Not Like Me

27 Jun

car

So this past week has been like hell, seriously.  Not only is it about 110 degrees every single day here in the beautiful deep south, but I have had the worst luck with cars.  Yes, I did lose my van a few weeks ago in an unforgettable car wreck, however, I was fortunate enough to have a really good friend let me borrow her car, a Mustang, until I got myself situated.  Mind you, a Mustang is NOT comfortable at all for someone my size and for a mother of 3 kids, one in which is almost resembling a linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys (I’m biased here 😀 ).  But I am grateful and not complaining, that is, until her car decided to kick in the Anti-theft system and refused to start.  Yep, I stepped out to turn the car on and nothing except a clicking noise was coming from under the dashboard.  So I called my friend, heart pounding wildly thinking that I may have screwed something up, and I asked her if there was any reason her car would not start.  She said no of course and proceeded to come to my house to see what the issue was, well I knew the issue, IT WOULDN’T START! Ok, ok, calm down.  She brought jumper cables and after pushing her car (and scalding our hands) to get it aligned with her truck we tried them and nothing.  So what did we do?  We called our mechanics at our work and asked for help.  They came to our aid and unfortunately the car had to be towed to the shop.  It ended up being nothing but a fried battery terminal wire.

By that time I had already been in contact with a sales guy at a different shop and informed him of the situation.  He generously brought me a beautiful blue Ford Expedition, I’m not a fan of gas guzzlers but I am a fan of big SUVs with Dallas Cowboy colors.  This is the vehicle I decided to buy and I went home happy that night.  My kids and I even made an unnecessary trip clear across town just to test drive our new car.  It drove smoothly the entire way with an awesome A/C to cool us off in this horrid Texas heat and a nice sound system to drown out all the excess noises of the outside world.

Well it couldn’t be that easy could it?  The very next day I was leaving for lunch and when I went to turn the key it made a horrible grinding noise and the vehicle did NOT start! Are you freaking kidding me??? This is precisely what I walked in damn near screaming to my co-workers.  Am I doomed to not drive for the rest of my life?  Do I have some sort of disease that is causing these vehicles to NOT be operable for me?  So my friend and I went to check it out and of course it started for her right away! No screeching, no grinding noise whatsoever, it was almost mocking me, making me look like a fool, as if I had made the entire thing up.   Whatever, I told her I would keep an eye on it for now and if anything I would bring it to the shop.

So for now I am driving something beautiful and roomy that my kids and I both love but I’m biding my time until the next malfunction occurs.  The good thing is that now I have full coverage so if any idiot wants to “fall asleep” at the wheel while driving behind me, I dare you!

Forced Smiles

20 Jun

Forced Smiles

Forced Smiles

We all have these, especially single moms struggling in this heart-wrenching economy.  Lately it’s as if I have had nothing but forced smiles.  For a while it seemed like so many things were going right in my life, and at the snap of some fingers my life seems to have begun going in the wrong direction.  As much as I am trying not to let this deter me, it has taken all my strength to not only put on this forced smile but to keep it on.  And it’s never ending.  I have to put on a forced smile at work or I could be reprimanded for allowing my personal problems affect my job performance.  I have to put on a forced smile around family members or I face an entourage with their onslaught of never-ending questions.  Forced smiles are automatically required at home simply because my children are too young to be subjected to my personal problems, problems that are only getting worse by the minute.  Car accident, work stress, family issues, money issues and the worst yet, the person responsible for my accident had no insurance, which means he basically totaled my vehicle, left me without a car, left me fending for myself and scraping nickels and dimes to try and buy another vehicle in the near future.  This person altered my life in a huge way and he gets to go on about his merry way, while I, a single mom of three struggles once again meanwhile being set back to square one.  I shouldn’t be selfish for things could have been worse, but I am extremely upset and bitter at the moment, mainly at how something like this can happen and no one is held responsible.  Nevertheless, I am maintaining this forced smile for the time being until I am able to get my life back on track, until this forced smile can become a genuine smile.

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