The Trials of a Busy Mom
Happy Friday! Whacha got going on today? Fun stuff?
Well, my plan for the day include a valentine party for the third graders,
checking out the science fair,
lunch with my boy John,
various cleaning up and laundry duties,
homework nazi and trying to get the kids to do their various cleaning up and laundry duties,
making dinner for a lady in her ward and her family of 10,
and watching this..
We’re never without a project around here. After Ryan cut a hole in the wall of the mudroom, he put up some cabinets in there. You know, to “cover up the hole”. But really, he patched up the hole and painted the wall, so you can’t even tell there was a hole there. But I got some new cabinets anyway. Hooray!
In honor of the cabinets, I cleaned and dejunked that tiny room so that it looked like this.
Notice I said “looked” like this, because we’ve since piled some stuff on those counters, as we usually do. My favorite is that there’s a spot for my big buckets of wheat, sugar and flour, instead of those being on the floor somewhere.
My son,when he saw the cleanliness of the room, said, “We have a sink in there?” Yes, dear, there IS a sink. And we’ve lived in this house for how many years? Almost 9?
Another project that I’m glad to be done with is Natalie’s 5th grade science fair project. I won’t go into a whole bunch of boring details, but what started out like this
ended up like this
And it’s turned in. *Sigh of relief*
Last weekend I also spend many frustrating hours in John and Jenna’s room. I asked them repeatedly to clean it, and they basically ignored me for weeks and weeks (what? Is someone talking to me? I didn’t hear anything!), and when the kids had the day off of school on Friday and began the day by fighting, I sent them up to their room. Let’s just sum up the morning by saying that there was quite a bit of yelling, some crying, some nasty looks, and at lunch time I told them they could leave the room and I would continue on without them. Seven or eight bags of trash and a few to DI, and the room was finally clean. Well, not completely clean, as I hadn’t even started on the clothes closet, but I was tired by then. After rearranging and vacuuming and washing sheets and throwing away and organizing it, I let them back into their room, where they said, WOW! Unfortunately, I did not get a picture in the 30 seconds that it was clean.
I also got some new chairs for my living room. They look kind of like this:
Oh, wait, it’s this chair below, only there are two of them.
I got a SCREAMING deal on them, with both chair delivered to my door for under $300. Anyway, I can now get rid of the silly rocking chair that I spray painted, but then whenever it bumps on the wall, it leaves black marks, and a white wicker chair. The chairs came this week, and I’m thrilled with them. Except that they smell like new leather. Don’t like that. But the kids were thrilled with the boxes, and John has one up in his room and wants to sleep in it. Um, no.
And, Ryan got a whole bunch of parts delivered yesterday from a certain bathroom company, and they are sitting in the garage. If that doesn’t have the word project written all over it, I don’t know what does. We’ll expound on this later.
So, what are YOU working on, Hmmmm?
My kids thought this was a great idea for shelf decor. To heck with those silly teapots.
My friend Tammy who writes at Praying for Parker
How cute is THAT? You’ve just GOT to run over there and enter, if only to see how CUTE her little guy Parker is, playing with that amazing, fun play center. And you can enter to win, as well. Or don’t, since that would decrease my chances of winning. I’m just sayin.
Oh, what a crazy dream I had last night!
Two bloggers that I don’t know in real life, but I read their blogs, were visiting me. As we were chatting about our kids and such, Cole came home from school. He had a big box of empanadas (#1) that were left over from a friend’s party. I put them in the freezer so we could eat them later. I looked outside the back window and saw a big pile of animal poop right outside the door (#2). “Kids, look at this!” I cried. The kids came over to look, and I showed them the new pile of poop. “That cougar must be close.” While we were looking, the 2 year old daughter of one of my blogger friends slipped outside. We looked, and saw not a cougar, but a strange creature stalking through the backyard. One of the kids ran out and grabbed the little girl and pulled her inside to safety, just as the strange animal attacked. It looked like a lemur, with black and white stripes and a long tail,
but it walked on all fours and had the triangle shaped ears with tufts of fur at the the top like a lynx. 
It had crazy cartoon eyes like this Lemur
There were two other cat like creatures with it, but they were not as noticeable. The lemur thing was throwing itself against our back door, trying to get at the little girl. In a panic, I handed the camera to one of the kids, and said, “Take Pictures!” because it’s not every day that crazy animals attack in your back yard, and I wanted proof. (#3) Then I tried to find the number for animal control. (#4) I was looking it up in the phone book (why a phone booK, I wonder? Do we even HAVE a phone book anymore?) and got the number, but I was on hold. Still in a panic, I told the kids to hurry and call the neighbors and tell them to not let their kids outside (#5).
Then I woke up to John standing right next to me asking if I could come downstairs and help him pour the milk for his cereal. Bizarre!
But there are reasons why I dreamed this stuff.
#1-Cole and Megan went to a youth activity last night where they went to four different homes and had a little mini lesson about some other country. They tasted the food of that country and learned a little bit about the culture. At one house, they ate empanadas and talked about Chile. Hence, the empanadas in the dream.
#2-On Sunday, I noticed a pile of what looked like poop way out in the backyard, and I asked Ryan what he thought that black spot was. Nothing, he said. The next day, a neighbor posted on facebook that her kids had found a huge pile of poop and some tracks in their yard, and thought it was a cougar.
#3-Ryan was skeptical that there was any cougar activity when I told him about it, so of course I would want proof.
#4-After several other neighbors commented on about also having huge piles of poop in their yards, neighbor Chris posted that she had indeed called animal control, and they confirmed that it was a cougar, that they follow the deer. They hunt at night, and they shouldn’t bother people or pets, but just to be on the safe side, you might want to bring in your dog or cat at night.
#5-When I talked to a different neighbor yesterday, she said, “Did you hear about the cougar roaming around? The kids are scared and don’t even want to walk to the bus stop alone.” So, of course, in my dream, I would worry about protecting the kids, don’t you think?
So there you have it. We now live in Cougartowne, and it’s affecting my dreams. In a lemur sort of way.
Jenna turned 9 on Saturday. Nine! And, in our house, you can’t rightly turn 9 without some kind of a celebration! She decided she wanted to have a Harry Potter Party, so we made invitations that looked like this.
When it was party time, the guests arrived at platform 9 3/4 and came inside to be sorted by the sorting hat. I had made a sorting hat out of a paper bag, 
and then painted it black. To make the sorting hat speak, I taped my cell phone inside the hat so that the sorter (Ryan) could put everyone in the right house. Actually, we only had two houses, Ravenclaw and Huffelpuff. Because Nobody wants to be in Slytherin, and everybody wants to be in Gryffindor, so those two were eliminated, leaving only the neutral houses. When they were put in a house, they received a badge on a string. But really, we didn’t even divide into houses, so it didn’t matter which house they were in, it was just a fun thing to do.
And each child got to pick their own wand.
Potions
Next, we had our potions class. I had some really cool old jars that I filled with all kinds of different juices and sodas, and the kids could choose their potions. They could mix colors if they wanted, and try as many different mixtures as they wanted.
For lunch, we had
Squid dogs, 
owl droppings, small orbs (grapes), and wizard buscuits (rolls). At the last minute, however, I found out that one of Jenna’s friends has a severe peanut allergy and can’t be around ANYTHING with peanuts, so we nixed the muddy buddies and went with plain Lays chips instead. 
The kids seemed to enjoy the weird food, although those squid dogs were grossing me out.
After they ate, it was time for some wizard games.
We played “Hoo’s Hedwig”, which is kind of like Marco Polo without the pool, only the person in the middle (Harry) has to find Hedwig the owl, who is saying Hoo. The other kids can say any other animal noises they want.
Then we played a game with silly arms, where one person stands behind another and does the arm movements, while the person in the front answers a question describing some action.
Next, we did some creating and the kids got to “Make their own dragon”. I got out whatever craft supplies I could find, like googly eyes, pipe cleaners, foam, popsicle sticks, glue, scissors, etc, and they all just tried to make a dragon.
None of their “dragons” were all that great, but it was a nice time filler, and not TOO messy.
Then, while Jenna opened up her presents, I was able to clean off the table and get ready for cake.
I made this cake all by myself, which is rare. Usually I rely on the talents of those, well…more talented in the art of decorating cakes than myself. But this time I decided to just be brave and do the cake myself. And if it didn’t work, I could always just go and buy a cake from the grocery store and stick the Harry Potter figures on it. I borrowed the book cake pan from a friend, and I was pleased with how it came out. I was going to put the little figures around the cake, but they kept falling over, so we went without.
It was a fun party, and most importantly, the birthday girl thoroughly enjoyed it!
My computer is back! Hooray, Hooray! Maybe you didn’t even notice it was missing, because I’m such a good faker, but it’s been gone for a couple of days. It hasn’t been far, just in Ryan’s office. But still, out of commission is out of commission. Before that, it had been limping along for a couple of weeks. It freaked out and froze whenever I tried to run windows. Ugh. So my dear husband, as soon as he had some free time, got it working again. Yes, he is amazing.
What else is going on?
–I made salmon tonight. The kids were not thrilled, but Ryan was. ‘Nuff said.
–Friday night we went out on a double date. Fun! I had won some ticket to the Collin and Brad show, and we invited our good friends Tess and David to come with us. And I must say, a good time was had by all. We went to dinner at the Garden Restaurant, then walked over to Abravanel hall for the show. As we were finding our seats, I heard someone call my name. It was Don and Nancy–parents of one of my best friends in high school. I haven’t seen them in at least 10 years, but it was SO fun to chat with them! It was kind of a bonus! The show was fun, I laughed until I cried. They did funny improv sketches. One of the most notable was the mousetrap skit, which goes like this.
–I’m making chocolate frogs. Yep. Harry Potter party coming up this weekend, you know. I’ve also made a sorting hat and some wands, and I picked up a bunch of many flavored beans today. Oh, the preparations!
–The science project is underway. More on that later.
–Today I had to tell my children that they are getting up too early. Yes, you heard me. Too early. I keep hearing children walking around (and I can see that the hall light, which turns on automatically when someone walks around in the hall or stairs, is on) before 5:00am. BEFORE. What the what? I asked Cole how early he’s getting up, exactly, and he said around 5:00 or 5:15. Too early. I ban you all from getting up any earlier than ONE hour before you leave for school. It’s not like they do their hair or anything. Sheesh!
This week wasn’t as much fun, in the way of grocery shopping. Since I blew my budget at Costco last Saturday, I didn’t even have any budget to work with this week. I made it to Friday before I had to break down and go to the store. I just made a quick run to Kohlers for bread, milk and produce. They had some of their bakery bread on sale for 50 cents per loaf, though, so I grabbed four loaves. I made it out of there only spending $22.
I did cave and go to Walgreens this week, since I had some pictures I needed to print for invitations for Jenna’s upcoming birthday party. I had register rewards to use (free money!) and they had such a screaming deal on Pepsi, I bought a few cases of that. I don’t really count that as my grocery budget, since it’s not really groceries, but maybe I’m cheating. Who knows?
I have reached my budget of $100. I’m not done with the month, yet, so I’m pretty sure I will go OVER my goal. But it’s been a good experience. A learning experience.
As this challenge winds down, let me share a few things I’ve learned.
1- Even if it’s a great deal, it’s not necessary to buy every item. I tend to overbuy when something is one sale, and then I end up with four cases of granola bars in the basement that may or may not get eaten before they go stale. Do we eat granola bars? Yes. Does that mean I need to buy 100 of them right now? No.
2- The thing we couldn’t live without was milk. While we tried to ration and only drink 2-3 gallons of milk for the week, I don’t want to deprive my kids of the calcium rich goodness of milk. I mixed up some powdered milk, but that doesn’t really taste like fresh milk, so they don’t like it. They do, however, like the morning moo’s strawberry milk. I had a #10 can in the pantry, and the kids really liked that. That was our only can, however. I’m going to have to get some more of that stuff, so that if we DO need to drink powdered milk, it will be something they’ll actually drink.
3-We waste a lot of food around here. Even this month, as I’ve been trying to stretch our food budget and use what we have, I’ve thrown out leftovers and food that’s gone bad. I guess I’m in the habit of making HUGE batches of food, and sometimes it’s too much for our family to eat. I mean, if I’m going to make cookies, or muffins, or a casserole, I might as well make a double, or a triple batch, right? I mean, if I have to get out all the stuff, it’s better to only get it out once and save me some work, right? I think I need to put 1/2 of that big batch of whatever in the freezer right away, instead of serving the whole “pot of soup” to my family for dinner. After they eat it once, they aren’t too keen on eating leftovers in the same week, and then it sits in the fridge and sometimes it gets used, and sometimes it doesn’t. The same goes with buying from Costco. While it may be a great deal to buy 6 heads of romaine lettuce for $3, will we use all of that, or do I end up throwing it out? So, I guess I need to recognize what we have in the fridge, and not overbuy, or overcook.
4- Ham and cheese are very necessary. Kids start to freak out if they can’t have their ham and cheese sandwiches. Seriously.
5-I need to set up a better rotation system with my food storage. I just let the kids go down and pick out cereal if they think we don’t have any “good” cereal in the pantry, but I need to have them “take from the left side” or something like that. I went down today to organize our cereals, and take stock of what we have left. I have 37 boxes of cereal in my food storage (and 10 more in my pantry). And half of them had “best use by” dates of 2009 or earlier. This tells me that we are NOT doing a very good job of rotating the cereal. But I did organize them, and after school today I’ll take the kids down and we can have a little lesson. Take from the left. I also feel like I might need to join a 12 step program for overshoppers. Hello, my name is Paige, and I buy too much cereal. Hi, Paige.
6-I would like to continue this challenge for another month. Seriously. We have a lot more stuff in the freezer and the pantry that need to be used up, and while it might kill me to not use the coupons I’ve been collecting, I think it’s a good experiment. I will continue to buy fresh fruit and vegetables, dairy and some bread, but the staples and meat should come from what we have. Yes, I’m going to have to make an exception for an upcoming birthday party and valentine’s day, but I think I can do it. Yes, we might be eating mystery meat, and yes, I may go completely crazy and fall totally off the wagon, but I’m willing to give it a try.
I have a superpower.
It’s my amazing sense of smell. It’s not a very unique superpower, as I’m sure many of you have experienced bouts of supernose, as I have.
(Ok, this is so funny, but every time I try to type “superpower” it automatically comes out “superpaige”)
I may have already mentioned my extreme dislike of the immitation maple smell that seems to plague me, as well as my talent for sniffing out the one sour towel.
When we went on our recent vacation, I had several packages of this new Trident fruit gum, in both the apple and the strawberry flavors.
I didn’t buy them because I really like them, but because they were free with coupons. I think I ended up getting five or six packages of this gum, but when I tried it–ICK. Let’s just say I am not a fan of fruit flavored gum. I like my gum to be minty. So, since I didn’t like the gum myself, I let the kids have it. The problem was, if they were chewing it in the car, the smell was overpoweringly “fruity” to my sensitive nose. At one point I turned to them and said, “Stop chewing with your mouth open! I can smell that gum from HERE!”
They laughed at me. Me and my super sense of smell.
A day or two into the vacation, Ryan and I went to the grocery store to stock up on some groceries and snacks to last us the rest of the week. As we came out to the car, I could SMELL that dang strawberry smell! “Those kids must have opened another package of that DANG smelly gum!” I ranted just a little. I looked around and couldn’t see any gum. I might have accused or blamed one of the kids. Might have.
After we got our expensive groceries, we opened up the back of the suburban and the strawberry smell was OVERPOWERING. What the what? I looked, and there was the 5 pound bag of gummy bears my friend Jenny had sent me for correctly guessing the birth date of her darling baby. She had sent me this huge bag of gummy bears as a prize!
Now I don’t want to sound ungrateful for those yummy gummy bears, but they were stinkin’ up the back of my car! Luckily I had bought ziplock bags from the store and was able to divvy up all the bears in smaller portions, and we enjoyed them for a lovely theme park snack. And the smell was contained.
So, let’s hear it, what’s YOUR super power? The ability to find that one lost sock? Great parking space finder? Amazing organizer? Juggle things with your toes?
Sunday afternoon I suggested that we go to Spanish Fork to visit some grandparents. And wouldn’t it be a good idea to have Cole drive? He needs to get 40 hours of driving in, right? So, we piled everyone in, and Cole got in the driver’s seat. I was right behind him (not as much leg room in the middle seat) and Ryan was in front with him. I was ok until right about the time we got out of our neighborhood. That was when I began to rethink the logic of this here trip. Yes, he had some jerky stops, but in reality he was doing ok. This was not his first time driving. Ryan’s taken him out in the truck (stick shift! Much harder!) multiple times, but it was MY first time riding with him, as well as the first time the whole family has been in the car while he’s been in the driver’s seat.
As he maneuvered onto the freeway, however, any last shred of calm I had seemed to vanish out the window. Driving on the freeway is NOT the same as driving around town. Why did I put the entire family in the same car with the teenaged driver? WHY? Even though I was really trying to stay calm, with every lurch or overcorrection, I’m imagining the entire family and how we will look as the firefighters pull us out of the ditch down there off the side of the freeway. I’m not exaggerating here, folks, I really was not handling it well. I tried to keep my gasps to a minimum, because that won’t help the kid in the confidence department.
To his credit, Ryan was an excellent driver’s ed “instructor”. He stayed calm and never raised his voice. He occasionally did adjust the wheel, but he didn’t freak out and grab the wheel as I’m almost positive I would do. His voice stayed pretty even as he told Cole to speed up, slow down, stay to the right or left, reminded him to check his blind spot, coast, slow down, etc. I, however, was trying so hard not to scream. I was reminded of MY driver’s ed days, 20 something years ago, with coach what’s his name. It seemed all the drivers ed teachers were overweight wrestling or basketball or football coaches. They would stop at “the SEV” and get a big gulp, and sit in the passenger’s seat without so much as a flinch. I was terrified when he told me to “take it to the freeway”, early one morning, and I remember when he made some comment about my “lead foot”. I was gripping the steering wheel so hard, I didn’t realize my speed was creeping up. Ack! At the time, I didn’t realize that their job really wasn’t the piece of cake I thought it was. Well, at least it wouldn’t be for me.
As we approached each off ramp from Pleasant Grove to Spanish Fork, I was SO tempted to cry out, “Get off at this exit and I’ll drive the rest of the way!” I held my tongue and practiced my calm breathing exercises, but I guess I wasn’t fooling anyone. Ryan looked back at me several times and told me to calm down, it would all be ok. Since no one wanted to distract Cole from his important job of driving without killing us all in a fiery crash, there wasn’t much small talk in the back seat to distract me. I looked out the windows at the mountains, but all I seemed to see were the other cars, and how gosh darn CLOSE they were to us.
That was the longest drive to grandma’s house EVER. I was never so happy to get there as I was that day. One of the kids asked if Cole was going to be driving home, and I quickly said, “No!” Drive all the way home? In the dark? I don’t think so. Not that I don’t think he could handle it, I just don’t think I could handle it.
Was I overreacting? Yes. I was. I know it now, and I knew it at the time. But I couldn’t control my anxiety. Not one little bit. My face had “I need xanex” written all over it.
I know some of you who have children who drive are just laughing at me, and I do hope I get better with time, but for now,
I will leave the driving instruction to Ryan–my calmer half. Perhaps I will need to talk to my mental health professional and get myself some anti anxiety medication before we do that again. If we ever do that again.
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