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December 7, 2007

I Knew It! Will It Ever End??

Ok, so I had a niggling feeling last night that my period might start four days early, effectively canceling the LEEP I am supposed to have today. I was right. What made me think it would start early? Oh, the pint of ice cream and intense craving for carbohydrates, probably. I was a carb-eating machine yesterday. Since The Tot was born, I have very few PMS symptoms but carb-cravings definitely tops the list. Unfortunately, the list is rounded out with cramps and fatigue. But, all-in-all, I’d say I’m pretty lucky as far as that kinda stuff goes. No fire-breathing dragon mood swings or soreness, which is nice for all of us here at Casa de Tater Tot.

The good thing about canceling the LEEP again is that my mom doesn’t have to drive two hours in the nasty, windy, raininess that we’re having here in Southern California right now to sit with The Tot. The bad thing is that I have to wait again and psych myself up all over again the next time. Blech. I am grateful that the biopsy came back normal and this is just a recommended procedure to take the abnormal cells off or I’d be freakin’ out a little bit.

I have decided that I deserve a day off. How exactly am I going to accomplish this? By changing my mind set. The laundry can wait. The dishes can wait. There are no errands that can’t wait until tomorrow. I’ve got a frozen pizza that’s calling our names for dinner. There are several episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba on the Tivo. And Charlie Brown Christmas on the CD player. It’s going to be a nice, relaxing and cozy day at home today. Famous last words? I hope not.

December 3, 2007

I Have Just Wasted An Hour Of My Life

Seriously wasted time. Like “What the hell were you thinking?” wasting time. Not reading a fiction book wasting time…that’s not wasting time. That’s taking care of yourself. Not even sitting on hold with Samsung waiting to talk to yet another customer service representative just so they can tell you that the part is indefinitely backordered wasting time. I’m talking about TMZ wasting time. What a complete and utter black hole of snarkiness. Good Lord! Get a life! Yes, I know. I was just on there for an hour so I should have little to say but please, people! Have you read the comments that some people leave? What sad existence do you have that you have to be so mean? Seriously.

I have to say that I’m glad to have snapped out of the celebrity-gossip-induced daze that I was just in and come back to the real world. I can now see the merit to a media fast. Leave the trainwrecks for somebody else to gawk at for a while…

September 5, 2007

You Would NOT Believe…

Today I called the TV repair guy. Again. After calling him yesterday and leaving a message. We were supposed to be able to pick our TV up Monday or Tuesday. I actually got to speak to him today and do you know what he told me? Of course you don’t so I’ll tell you what he told me. He told me that the part that was supposed to arrive on Friday, be put in on Saturday after which the TV would be run all day to make sure it worked IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE!!! WHAAAAAT? This television is only 1 1/2 years old and the part that we are talking about is the main board that controls everything. How in the heck does Samsung expect to keep selling televisions if they discontinue the core of a television that is only a year and a half old? Luckily I recieved this news after Samsung customer service hours or some poor soul would have gotten an earful from me. As it is I am fit to be tied and it’s been a couple of hours since I found out. The TV repair guy is gonna hunt around to see if he can find one anywhere but it’s not looking like I’ll have our TV back for season premieres. Or ever for that matter. I’m so mad I could SPIT!

August 30, 2007

Am I Spoiled Or….?

Okay, the TV repair guy has had our TV for 6 weeks now. It’s not like we don’t have a second TV. We do. But it’s the TV that I bought at least 10 years ago that has ONE coaxial input. That’s it. Nothing else. So to hook up the Tivo, VCR, and DVD player requires a certificate in some sort of electronics from a trade school that I just don’t have. Yeah, I know. There are worse troubles in the world. I get it. It’s possible that I am a bit spoiled. But when you have gotten in the habit of depending on video escapism (and being able to record your video escapism for future viewing), the loss of it can be a bit disconcerting. Luckily this all happened during re-run season and I have three of the five seasons of Alias on DVD. I was able to get the other two seasons from Netflix.com and that has served as my video escapism for the summer. I’m quite sure I would be a bit more aggressive toward the TV repair guy if this had happened at any other time during the year. As it is, he recognizes my voice when I call due to the volume of phone calls I have directed at him, his elderly office guy, and his voicemail. The Daddy had reservations about leaving our TV at his shop when he dropped it off there because of the outward appearance. Apparently it’s a little hole in the wall that looks pretty junky. But this was the only “authorized Samsung repair shop” and I got it from Samsung customer service so we left it there. Not only was it the only authorized Samsung repair shop, but it was the only shop that would even work on Samsungs within a 15 mile radius!

I was finally able to get a straight answer from the guy about when it would be done but not until after I had to coerce him into calling to see when a part would arrive. If all goes as planned, the part should be there by Friday, installed and tested on Saturday and we can pick up Monday or Tuesday depending on how well it works Saturday. The amount that we have to pay for this privelege makes my toes curl. It turns out that the thing that is wrong with our 1 1/2 year old television is the most expensive thing that can be wrong with our television. Needless to say, even though it’s out of warranty, I’m going to try to get reimbursed from Samsung for some of the cost. I just can’t believe that they think that a TV should only last a year and a half. If they do, I will be devoting quite a bit more time and energy to Samsung-bashing on here…

August 5, 2007

Good Morning!

I have brewed the perfect cup of coffee. Not that it takes much to please me in the coffee department. But The Daddy brews nuclear coffee that I, because I am lazy, water down instead of brewing my own. This waters down the rich taste as well, of course. So today, since The Daddy is not here, I brewed my own. It is a perfect combination of leaded and unleaded so I won’t feel too jittery. I used just the right amount of everything and I am happy. Yeah, it doesn’t take much. Add to the perfect cup of coffee: the house is quiet and I am listening to Oh Happy Day! by the Edwin Hawkins Singers. (Since I am technologically challenged, follow that link, then click on “Listen to Samples” underneath the groovy-lookin’ guy with the fantastic outfit). I remember this song being played in my house when I was growing up and there’s just something about it that makes me happy. So it has been added to my newly created “My Happy Place” CD.

I have recently determined that I need a life. I know that I have written about this before and, like the Mommy Body Image, I tend to vascillate between “This is just how it’s going to be” and “No! I want! I want!” So, please bear with me. But, for the past couple of weekends, The Daddy has been wanting to spend lots of time with Princess Tater Tot because he has been working long hours. That means The Mommy gets some freedom! Wooohooo! It’s been really, really, really nice and I think I like it. I’m always very glad to get back to The Tot but there is something to be said for being able to go to more than one store without a Toddler Meltdown or multiple car seat mounts and dismounts or Nap Time Infringement (the most heinous of infractions). Or to be able to work on a project without having to wait until nap time or track the whereabouts of The Princess. Side Note: I see these kids who appear to be about Tater Tot’s age sitting docilely next to their parents or walking in the direction their parents want them to go and I think “What the…???”. If I put The Tot down, she’s gone! Off to explore whatever there is to explore and, “No, I would not like to go over there where you’d like me to go, thank you very much”. Maybe she’ll settle down when she’s older but I’m not going to hold my breath. I think that’s just who she is and I love her little spirit. Anyway, back to Mommy Freedom. So, it’s been nice. And I’d like a little more of that. The other day we met a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in an embarrassingly long time at this great local coffee house and, while it was great to catch up, we did it in between taking turns chasing The Tot and making sure she didn’t run into the street/fall down the slight decline in the grassy area/fall down the stone steps/take someone’s coffee/get too close to the unfamiliar doggie/you get the picture. It would be nice to leave The Tot with The Daddy and just go visit. I also think I’m going to sign up for a pilates class with the local rec department once a week. There’s a class that starts after The Tot’s bed time so there would be minimal disruption to the routine and it would be good for me to get out and DO something that puts me at least in the proximity of other adults. So there you have it. I’ve got a plan. Imagine that. The Daddy teases me because I’ve always got a goal or a plan in the works at all times. How boring life would be if I didn’t…

May 18, 2007

What’s The Soundtrack to YOUR Life?

I was reading an article in some magazine the other day and the writer said that the soundtrack to her life would be her 4-year old playing the recorder. That got me thinking: what’s the soundtrack to my life right now? I would have to say that it’s still Sing-A-Longs & Lullabies for the Film Curious George (Jack Johnson) I think I might be stuck in a rut! Where is all of my adult music? I think I just get so busy taking care of business with Tater Tot and the household stuff that I forget to indulge myself in music. That’s no good!

Music is powerful. It can relax me or rev me up and get me ready to tackle whatever comes my way. It can make me happy or help me to vent my frustration and anger. And it’s good for The Tot as well! It encourages movement and provides bonding time. Tater Tot loves dancing with Mommy or Daddy.

What’s the soundtrack to your life? I’ve been checking my stats so I know there are more than two of you reading now so bust out and leave me a comment!

Have a great day!

April 20, 2007

Routines: Boring and Evil or Pathway to Peace?

By nature I am a creative, unstructured soul who, as a child was often found laying on the floor with legs propped on the bed reading a book after being told to clean my room. A dreamer. A budding rock band manager. Never mind that the members of the band didn’t know how to put two chords together yet. An idea person. Don’t bother me with the ticky-tack minutae of actually making the idea work. Just clear some room and let me run with it. And, if I’m in the middle of a project and something else comes up, that project could be there for a while. A long while.

My nature was not terribly conducive to studying, although I did quite well in school anyway. It definitely was NOT conducive to getting through college, especially living away from home, although I did that relatively well, too. But that required some tweaking of my nature and development of self-discipline. By the time I had gotten through graduate school and several demanding, fast-paced jobs in a row, I had developed a full-blown case of the “over-responsibles”. To do lists have ruled my world for years and I couldn’t function without my organizer. Once it was stolen and I swear my world was turned upside down. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Or where I was coming or going! While developing self-discipline over the years, routines became a large part of what kept me on track and accomplishing what I needed to accomplish. Whether they were study routines or routines to include daily exercise to keep my sanity amid the frantic pace of my life, they gradually became such a part of my life that I didn’t even recognize them as routines anymore.

After Tater Tot was born, I continued to function that way. Like I was still at my former job. To do lists and schedules and “why haven’t I gotten that done yet?” were constantly at the forefront of my mind. Blech! Over the past year, I have gradually been able to let go of the “franticity” (yes, I did make that word up) that used to rule my world. Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I still expect too much but I have gotten much better. There are also days when I recognize that I have gotten back in touch way too much with my kid on the floor reading a book!

There is a happy medium. A middle ground between frantic, produce-or-die-trying and slacker-haven’t-showered-in-three-days-let-her-eat-quesadillas-for-every-meal. And it involves routines. My unstructured nature (let’s call her Binky) balks at routines. She doesn’t like them. “Let me do what I want when I want.” she says. She thinks they are boring and evil. And sometimes I agree with her. They can be boring and it can feel like they are keeping me from doing what I really want to be doing. When The Tater Tot has gone to bed, I’d much rather be vegging out to the television or computer or working on one of my creative projects than starting the load of cloth diaper laundry or doing the dishes. And during the day, I’d much rather just “go with the flow” and do whatever I feel like doing whenever I feel like doing it.

Lately, though, I have found that our lives are running much more smoothly because of routines. There are clean dishes to eat off of because I start the dishwasher every night before I go to bed. Everyone has clean underwear because I start a load of laundry before Tater and I go on our morning walk. Clean cloth diapers are not hard to find because I start a load of them after Tater goes to bed and move them to the dryer before I go to bed. I am up early enough to load the diapers with inserts before Tater gets up in the morning because I go to bed at a decent hour. Our lives are much more peaceful when I am not running around like an idiot trying to do what I was supposed to be doing the night before. Each part of my routine only takes a few minutes but sometimes I just don’t feel like doing them. At all. But when I do, I see and feel immediate results. And when I am conscious of Tater’s nap schedule and schedule our errands around her schedule, our day is so much nicer! She knows what to expect. Consistency makes her a Happy Tot!

So, are routines boring and evil or the pathway to peace? Both. They are a boring necessary evil but they are the pathway to peace for This Mommy. If you’d like to find out more about routines and get some ideas for making routines of your own, www.Flylady.net is a good place to start.

January 1, 2007

Happy New Year?

Filed under: Eating, Mommy Life, Things We Do To Get Through the Day — The Mommy @ 7:40 pm

This sucks.  It’s no fun at all.  None. Zip.  Zilch.  I have a headache and I’m tired.  Blech.  No coffee to wake me up, sugar as a pick me up in the afternoon, glass of wine to relax after The Tot goes to bed, or ice cream to wallow in when I’m so tired I can’t see straight. 

I know that I’ll feel better in a few days because I’ve done this before but GAK!  Those few days are no fun!

I hope that all of you out there are having a better start to the year than I am!

December 16, 2006

The Blink Of An Eye

Filed under: Mommy Life, Things We Do To Get Through the Day — The Mommy @ 7:25 pm

The Tater Tot and I are on a road trip to Grandma and Grandpa’s house this weekend.  As I was driving the two hours to get here, it occurred to me that my whole life could change in the blink of an eye.  One intentionally reckless or inattentive driver, road hazard, etc. could change everything.  As I realized this I also realized that there are millions of parents driving around in denial on purpose.  Personally, if I let myself indulge in the realization of all of the potential hazards in our lives, I would never leave the house.  I would be completely lost without The Tot and if anything happened to her, God forbid, I don’t know what I would do.  So I strap her in her car seat, pay close attention to everything around me, and go on in denial that anything will happen to us.  It’s just easier that way.  Otherwise I would be paralyzed with fear and that’s no way to go through life (or raise a Tot!).

On to more uplifting topics.  We went to visit a friend of The Mommy’s today that lives near Grandma and Grandpa and The Tater Tot got to meet her two kids!  It was a short visit but we had fun!  It was nice for her to be around other kids… gotta do that more often.

November 26, 2006

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

Filed under: Things We Do To Get Through the Day — The Mommy @ 9:38 am

Wowit’sbeenareallyreallylongtimesinceTheMommyhashadanycaffeine andthiscoffeeisgood! I’mkindofscaringTheDaddyrightnowbecauseI’vehadacupandahalfandI’mreallyreally wirednow…  I’mreallyreallyconsideringmakingthisadailyhabitbecauseIhadforgotten howfunacoffeebuzzcouldbe! 

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