No Staring Please!

Why is a kicking, screaming child who won't get into a grocery cart something people are interested in?

Should I sell tickets the next time Janelle refuses to get into the cart! Maybe!

Today at Hannaford Janelle made it known that she was not at all interested in shopping, in a cart, in my arms, or even in the "fun" kid seat. She was not happy and no one not even mommy could make her happy.

She kicked. She screamed. I pretended to igonor her but very soon a crowd started to gather. I kid you not, people just stood and stared! These were not the " I have been there, you poor thing" stares. These were "this is entertaining" stares. I think maybe they were waiting for me to have a melt down also. Well not me, I have a hungry family to feed! Obviously I was the only person whoneeded to food because, as we progressed into the store, wherever we went people stopped what they were doing and stared.

This is not exactly true, some people, blocked the aisles so that I could not get through. Did they not hear the screaming child, who by aisle 3 was coated in chocolate. Hershey Kisses were my only line of defense, no judging, these bit of chocolate heaven got me to aisle 6 in relative silence.

As you can imagine I got in and out just as fast as I could but all the bystanders just made it a bit uncomfortable. So here is some advice, the next time you are out shopping and a baby, toddler, or hostile preschooler is screaming, kicking and causing a ruckus, do the very tired mom a favor, DON"T STARE, and MOVE out of her way!

Thank you!

Recycle or go to Hell, warns Vatican: Uh Oh!

Failing to recycle plastic bags could find you spending eternity in Hell, the Vatican said after drawing up a list of seven deadly sins for our times.



If this is the case then boy am I in big trouble. Does the Pope realize that while I am scraping and rinsing out the spaghetti o can, those spaghetti o's in question could:

Be fed to, or licked up by the dog; the repercussions of which will be scooped up by my lazy husband on his twice a year pooper scooping mission.

They could be used to paint the floor, the walls, or even a toddler's body.

Or the spaghetti o's that started out in the can,the can that will determine my eternal salvation, could be found hours later in a dirty diaper, or days later stuffed into a play purse?


As you can surmise I do not recycle. I believe that recycling is actually a conspiracy theory generated by the goverment and lazy husbands who want to keep women, stay at home mom's to be exact stuck at home lining up cans, milk jugs and cardboard boxes on the countertops.

I do not believe that God is judging me for tossing a can or 2 or 12 in the garbage. In fact, I have never felt more free then the first time I chucked a tin can in the garbage. There I was in my kitchen staring down 4 milk jugs and assorted cans feeling very overwhelmed. Everything was so cluttered and every time I ventured into the garage to sort these recyclable treasures my Janelle would howl and carry on as if I were leaving our home forever! In that moment it dawned on my, just put them in the garbage. At first I felt a tiny bit guilty, but then in went the second, then the third and soon my counters were clean and I was out of the kitchen and off to play with Jordan and Janelle. It was such a relief.

So sometimes I recycle and sometimes I am just to busy and tired. I guess I am caught somewhere between Heaven and Hell. Contrary to what the Pope says I am certain of where I will spend eternity, my God is a forgiving God who would never punish someone for choosing to make their life a little easier and less cluttered. I know my fate and no one can tell me any different.

When Things Calm Down

When things calm down at my house, like right now, both girls asleep, I never know what to do with myself.
Exercise, hmmm.. too loud, my big body bouncing will wake the children.
Clean, well why torture myself.
Read, zzzzz..... too tired.
Mindlessly search the internet, yup!!
I wish I had the energy to do something productive, make myself a better person in some way. Clean my house, make scrapbook memories, bake perfect cakes, read great literature.
But when the girls are asleep I just find myself aimlessly and quietly wandering the house. Could this be why my home is in such a messy state? Probably.
I know many mom's who have made amazing scrapbooks of their children, other mom's have really really clean houses, I even know one mom who has started her own at home business. What do they know that I don't. Pills, alcohol, what? what? Where does the pep come from, the energy to do such things???
I know that Jordan and Janelle are happy and they really don't seem to mind the messy house but I just wish I could know these other mom's secrets.
Another thing about these perfect mom's, the productive ones, the ones who probably have dinner preparations going on right now, is that they all seem to flock together. In groups, they go place in packs, they stick together. While I wander the Clifton Park mom world alone.
If anyone out there can tell me, the secrets of these robotic women I would love to hear?