The Trials of a Busy Mom

Author: Superpaige (Page 129 of 180)

Conversations in the car

On the way back from taking my daughter and her friend to take dance pictures (SO CUTE, by the way!), it was non-stop talking.  This friend of Jenna’s,(I’ll call her “B”) in fact, has an opinion on everything, and seems to think she’s an expert in many things.  If she were my daughter, I’d probably blog about nothing else.

B:  “Look over there at those birds!  They are going to get shocked on that power thingy!”
J:  “I hope they are careful.”

B:  “If you touched one of those power things, you could get shocked.  And petrified.”

J:  “Uh-huh.  Only I don’t know what that is.”

B:  “Neither do I, but it will happen to you.  Unless you are wearing gloves.  Those guys that work on those things wear big thick gloves.”

J:  “Even mittens.  If they wear mittens they won’t get hurt.”

B:  “Or be unconscious.  That’s when you go to sleep and you don’t wake up for a long time.  Like until midnight!”

(At this point I felt it my duty as a mom to give them a little lecture about how power lines will still hurt you even if you were wearing gloves, and how you should never ever touch a power line if you see one on the ground.  They just went right on with new topics.)

B:  “Hey, I just saw a deer!  I mean, not a deer, a bear!  I saw a BEAR over there on the mountain!”

J:   “Oh, me, too!”

B:   “And I see it’s cave.  There’s it’s cave with a little bear cub inside!”

(Imaginative, that one.)

J:  Cute!

B: Cute!

Yes, it was cute.  About as much cuteness as I could stand.  At this time I say a silent prayer of thanks that the dance studio is really quite close to my house, and make a mental note to not sign up for things with this girl that are more than a 10 minute’s drive.  Because I don’t know if I can stand that much cute conversation on the drive.

Living in Fast Forward

I don’t want to skip over this month, I just hope we can all survive it.  We are just SO busy!!  Last night was Megan’s first softball game,so that ushers in a new era of softball.  Plus, this week she’s still got two more games for soccer.  Natalie’s got a soccer game tonight and one on Saturday.  Jenna’s got a dance recital on Friday night, and pictures for that this afternoon.  Cole, Ryan and John have the father’s and sons campout this Friday night.  And that’s just this week!  Oh, and did I mention we’re watching two of our neighbor’s kids for a couple of days?  We are.
Next week is my concert for bells, as wells as Natalie’s concert with the Highland Children’s choir, which I will not be attending, because I have rehearsal almost every night next week.  I honestly don’t know how we are going to make it to everything we need to.  I need an assistant.

Some friends were trying to schedule a dinner out, and I seriously had to say no to every available date until we get into June.  Then I hope things will slow down a bit.  They have to!  I don’t want to skip all the fun end of the year things at the school, I just don’t know if I can make it to them.  This week alone I have three different things at the school to go to.  Then come field days, programs, Kindergarten graduation, pre-school graduation, etc. etc.  I guess I just have to rely on friends and other moms to share the load when I can, and get myself really organized.

Or order pizza every night, which is what’s happening tonight.

Musical Mentality

Anyone who plays a musical instrument knows all about practicing. I myself have spent many unpleasant hours practicing the piano, and now I wish I had practiced more and payed more attention so that I could play without being terrified. I rehearse two hours a week with the bell choir, and sometimes I even “practice” at home. That’s quite an odd looking handbell mime, as we don’t have handbells at home, so I have to just pretend like I’m playing as I read through the hard parts on the music. Like air handbells.  Yes, the kids laugh at me.

The kids are supposed to practice the piano every day, right? I’m pretty lax about it and don’t make them practice more than about 20 minutes a day (and they don’t always do every day, either), although I know they should probably practice for longer. I want them to be proficient so that they could play in church, accompany for singing and just be comfortable playing the piano in front of people. I’ve told them that lessons are mandatory until they are 16 years old. And they have to play the piano, but if they want to do another instrument, they can choose.  Usually I like listening to them practicing. I can tell if they’ve finally gotten over a rough spot, and it’s fun to hear them improving.

There are times, however, when listening to them practicing is not quite so fun. Take, for instance, when Natalie decides to practice at 7am on Sunday morning. My bed is almost directly over the piano, so I can hear it pretty well. And the song she chooses to start with? Reveille. The only way it could have been more annoying would be to play it on a bugle! I don’t particularly love it when Cole blasts The Phantom of the Opera on the flute for the millionth time, but I try to go to a place farther away and just tough it out until he’s done (he doesn’t really know how to play softly).  Or when Cole played his latest song, “Variations on a Sea Chanty”, which is really just this song. I really hate that song. I hate it even more than the horse with no name song; which I hate.

Why is it that we come to hate songs? Ryan hates The Little Drummer Boy. Par-ump-a-pum-pum. How can anyone hate a lovely Christmas song like that? Oh well, he just does. I’m not particularly fond of the overplayed sappy Christmas shoes song (and no, I’m not going to justify it with a link. So there!) My sister-in-law, Julene hates this song by the beach boys. I’m not sure why, and I’m sure there’s a story behind it, but all I know is whenever I hear that song now, I just think, “Oh, Julene hates this song.” Funny, huh?

Well, the reason I hate the drunken sailor song stems back to my early days as a missionary for the LDS church in Duesseldorf, Germany. I had a companion who loved to sing. Nothing wrong with that, ladies and gentlemen, as I also love to sing. But she would get a song in her head and sing it endlessly (or at least it seemed endless) while we were tracting. Between knocking on doors and hearing “Keine interesse! or Ich bin Katholisch und das reicht,” from grumpy German hausfrauen, I have to listen to this companion singing “What do we do with a drunken soldier….” ad nauseum. When she got bored with that, she translated it (poorly) into German, and would sing, “Was sollen wir tun mit ein betrunken soldatten …” (not knowing the real German word for soldier, she’d just make something up). God bless her and her enthusiasm, but now whenever I hear that song, my left eye begins to twitch and I have to Make. it. stop!

So, what are the songs you hate, and why?  Is there a story behind your hating that song, or do you just not like it?  Inquiring minds want to know.  I want to know.

Women’s Conference

Wow! I had a wonderful 2 days of “filling my bucket” at Women’s Conference. Although there was no class on dandelions, I attended some fabulous classes taught by really neat people. There were so many fantastic topics it was hard to choose just one class to attend some hours. The theme of the conference was taken from Esther 4:14 “For such a time as this”, and there was a lot said about how this is our time. We have been brought to the Kingdom for such a time as this to do things that only we can do in our situation. Very inspiring! I heard talks about raising small children, the power of prayer and creating a masterpiece of my life. We heard from Bradley Wilcox and Wendy Watson Nelson, also Jeffrey and Patricia Holland. And one talk called “Are we enough? Of course we are!” It was truly a wonderful experience.

One of my favorite sessions was Friday morning’s general session, where they had a wonderful show of speaking, dance and song called “Arms around my sister.” It is described in the booklet as “In an original musical presentation commissioned for this year’s Women’s Conference, we look inside the hearts of women from Old Testament times, early nineteenth century, and our present day. Each addresses the timeless question: Was I sent to the kingdom for such a time as this?” It was so well done and very touching.
The weather could have been more cooperative, as we had very cold temperatures and lots of rain to make our trek around BYU campus a little bit less comfortable than it normally would be. I took advantage of the learning service rooms to do little projects for charity while I listened. I made 3 Christmas stockings and blanket stitched one and a half baby blankets.   
Robin and I had a great time! Each day we came home exhausted but happy. We were glad we had taken our umbrellas, that’s for sure.    
This morning, we braved the cold (it’s REALLY cold for her, since she’s up here from Arizona) and went garage saling, but we only found about 5 garage sales and didn’t buy all that much. At one, however, we both picked up jackets and put them on and wore them for the rest of the time. Luckily, that was a really cheap garage sale, with a grocery bag full of clothes only setting you back $2. We decided to bag the bargain hunting and go and get pedicures. And on the way home, it was actually snowing. Who knows if we’ll be able to wear sandals tomorrow and show off our toes if it’s this cold.

I’m so glad that Ryan held down the fort so I could attend the Women’s conference, and if you haven’t ever gone, you should try to go next year. It’s really worth the time and effort it takes to go.  (And here’s a picture of Whitney Hall.  Anyone else remember that place?)  

Mother’s day–more stuff to win

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AT 5 minutes for Mom, you can enter to win a Mother’s day IPod. Well, who wouldn’t like that? I ask you.

Speaking of Mother’s day, they just had some Mother’s day ad on the radio, and I casually mentioned to my kids, “Mother’s day is in a week and a half. Buy your presents early!” And their responses were:

“Presents for Grandpa,” that was John. It was recently Grandpa’s birthday, and we gave him a really cool blow up skee-ball game. I’m guessing John was very impressed by that giftl

“I don’t have to buy a present, I’ll make one,” from my little craft/recycle girl, Jenna, who, on Cole’s birthday, gave him one of her stuffed animals that she was tired of.

And Cole and Natalie got into a conversation about how it’s unfair that Mothers and Fathers have a special day and there is no “Kid’s Day”. I must have let some snide comment slip out about how maybe they would be happier to not have a mother, and they picked up on that and debated about how long Mom will live and that when I’m gone they won’t have to buy me presents anymore. Although, really, they don’t buy me presents now, so I guess the only difference would be that they would actually have to WORK.

Oh yes, the joy that is Mother’s day. Bring it on.

I actually will be teaching the lesson in Relief Society on Mother’s day, and the RS president mentioned to me that we might be having all the moms come in to enjoy the lesson, so that the only one who would have to be working would be….well, me. But I don’t think that would work. What with staffing the primary and all, and isn’t that when the kids make all those sweet card that hopefully contain chocolate? So, I get to teach a lesson on SERVICE to the Queens of service–the Moms. I’m trying to brainstorm and think of a way to make it really fun, like my last lesson, but without it being so much work. And prizes. I need some cool prizes. Any ideas?

Oh, and speaking of cool moms (were we speaking of cool mom? hmmmm), I’m picking up my good friend Robin tonight, and tomorrow and Friday we are going to Women’s conference at BYU. My kids are so excited to have Robin come (although they are sad that her kids are not coming with her), and Cole has even cleaned his room and is prepared to sleep in the basement. When we were talking about having Robin come, one of the girls said, “That means Robin will clean out our pantry and we get to go to the Spaghetti factory for dinner!” I don’t think she’ll have time to clean our pantry–that’s an all day affair–but we’ll try to work in a trip to the Spaghetti factory.

I haven’t studied the list of classes yet, but I’m really hoping that there’s one on How to deal kindly with your teenager even when he forgets to hand in his assigments and you receive a deficiency notice in the mail or Potty training without the yelling, and no guilt. I could also use one on Just because you have dandelions in your grass that does not make you white trash, or the one on Making dinner when you really don’t feel like it—ever. And I was looking for the class titled How to appreciate your husband for the things he does, and not just grumbling silently when you look at his large pile of unfolded laundry, but I didn’t see that one in the schedule, either. But I’m sure I will find many classes that will deal with just the things I need to hear so that I can be a more patient and loving mother and wife. And I really appreciate that Ryan is going to work from home those two days so I don’t have to find and arrange for child care for my little ones. Hopefully we’ll have nice weather, be uplifted and have a great experience. And if you are there, too, and happen to see someone that looks like me but her name tag says “Jess”, say hi anyway.

Favors for Neighbors

My friend and neighbor called last night and asked if I could do her a HUGE favor. She was very apologetic and said if I couldn’t do it, that was ok, but she was in a bind, and had to go out of town unexpectedly next week and would it be possible if I watched two of her children for two days? Two of her children who two of my children LOVE and would have a great time with. Two of her well behaved children. A 6 year old and an 8 year old. Of course we’ll watch your kids! No problem. She was ever so grateful and promised to watch my kids if I ever needed it, and please please please let her make it up to us somehow, etc. etc.

Contrast that with the experience another friend is going through right now. A good friend of mine is watching her neighbor’s kids right now. She’s really one of the nicest people I know. She watches friends’ kids overnight every once in a while, so that’s nothing new to her, but I think she would appreciate being asked in advance. Instead, she got this (in her words that I stole from emails):

My neighbor (who I hardly speak to) called me and said “I’m going to Mexico for ten days and I have assigned my boys (3 of them ages 12, 10 and 7) out to the street. You have Monday and Tuesday night then they go to [another neighbor] for two nights, then…”

So much for, hey friend, can you help me out? The thing is, I know that she doesn’t have a lot of people she can lean on, so my Christian guilt made me say, “Uh, ok I guess”. That, and the fact that I am a little bit afraid of her. She actually said, “One of the children is having some anger issues and sometimes we literally have to tackle him to keep him from attacking one of his siblings – you should see the bite mark he left….”. Truly, truly. She actually said that. Who am I to say that this may not be the time for her to be taking a trip to Mexico?????

When she called me w/ my “assignment”, I pressed her about why she wasn’t having her BYU student come up and watch them (since school just got out) and she said, “No, that won’t work. I have it all planned and we will just go with it”. Who does that???? I ran into my other neighbor (the one who has the next few days as her “assignment”) and she said that she tried to explain that her oldest daughter just had a baby and she was going to be gone for that, but even that didn’t work.

I admire and respect this friend and I hope that her tending job goes well. I hope that my tending job goes well, too, although I kind of think mine will be more fun. Good luck!

I dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig…I feel like one one Snow White’s seven Dwarfs

Yesterday I spent the day digging.  This should have been the soundtrack of my life yesterday.  You remember when they are on the chain gang?  Yep, that was me.  Digging in the garden.  My sister will be proud of me, since she’s already caught the gardening bug.  I had to dig trenches for watering in our HUGE garden plot.  I also planted a flat of petunias and some snapdragons. Then I went and bought some little plants and seeds, and last night for Family Home Evening we planted our garden.  So, out there we have:

two nice sized rhubarb plants (Thanks, Dad E.) that we actually picked enough for at least one pie last night,

3 little cabbage plants,

12 tiny tomato plants,

9 very small zuccini plants,

and 6 little lettuce plants.

We also planted (from seeds) corn (wishful thinking, I know), carrots, little pumpkins, big pumkins, butternut squash and watermellons. I  have some chives, chamomile and peppermint to plant, too, but ran out of room so they may have to go in a pot.
I know from past failures that the planting is just the beginning and that I have to actually water and weed the darn garden all summer long, but I have a good attitude this year.  I think I can do it.  I have no babies, no toddlers, no long vacations scheduled (sad, I know), so really, there’s no excuse other than laziness to keep us from actually keeping the garden alive.

But Boy am I sore!  I sunburned the back of my arms and my neck, and my back and arms are sore from all that digging!  I do NOT want to be a farmer.

A little Donny love

I’ve spent my morning listening to an interview with Donny Osmond on Kosy. They’ve been playing songs from his new album, which I think I need to get ASAP! But now it’s time to get my kids (and me) dressed and get on with our morning.

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updated to add–still not dressed, but I did order that CD, and they also mentioned that Mr. Osmond will be in concert in August at Abravanel Hall in Salt Lake City.  Who’s going with me?

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