Mothering Many

Well, boys and girls, I just thought I was tired. In about a month, I will either be used to working in the middle of the night or begging for one of those Vegas vacations. See, I am joining the replenishment team at work. It’s a big fancy name for stock crew. A big fancy name for “be here at 4am”. How does this apply to mothering? Well, I’ll be home more during the day. In fact, I can get the same hours in three long days as I was getting in 5 short ones. That means I can cook and teach and and and again.

Here’s another way it applies: Moms, teach your kids how to work. There is no reason a 41 year old woman ought to be outworking young folks. I’ve been amazed at how some of the people I work with act when it comes to getting the job done. Or not, as the case may be.

But I’m in high demand at work, it seems, and that’s a very good thing.

Hmm, some things are just uncomfortable to hear, no matter when or where they are said or whom is saying them. I got just such a talking to tonight, and it came from my kids. I’ve talked here about how working has really thrown a kink into my life, but one thing I had not considered was how much it was affecting my children (and also, just how short their little memories are). I figured they were happy getting to spend so much time with my mom, but, no, apparently, they still want me.

Tonight’s complaint, delivered after I put the whole house on lock down so we could have dinner and a movie together was that I am not here even when I am home. I am busy with this and that and not interacting with the kids. Boy am I ever thankful that I had already realized that and tonight’s lock down was the first step in changing that.

I watched the movie “Click” this weekend. Have you seen it? I’m thinking it’s a good movie for moms to watch. At least it was good for me to see it. I’m so guilty of just rushing through this thing to get to the next thing. Click. Click. Clickclickclick and it’s gone.

Later that evening, I spent the most amazing fifteen minutes doing nothing but breathing and enjoying being right where I was. Lesson learned. For good I hope.

Okay, I’m done here, go read about the best diet pills or something while I go learn a different lesson.

It rained today. In fact, it POURED today. It rained and it thundered and it blundered and *my grass did not get mowed*. After all that planning and blogging and the mental preparation of gearing up for it………………phssssst. Nothing. Sometimes, life is like a treadmill. You just keep moving, but it feels like you aren’t really getting anywhere.

In other news, we have a birthday here tomorrow. And I am working. That is a new thig for us, and it isn’t making me the most popular mom on the block, I can tell ya. More treadmill moments.

As bad as I hate to say, I have to admit that it is time to tackle the yard. That means mowing, and since my last mower is dead, it also meant a new lawn mower. My dad picked me out a nice sweet number, and it will be here tomorrow. My mama is bringing it over in the truck.

In the meantime, I’ve had to make room for it in my shed. Now, I don’t have one of those fancy pants steel buildings. I have a wooden shed, ad not a large one at that. And oh, by the way, a piece broke off the door the other day. What the heck??!!?? Cause now I have to figure out how to fix that, too. Grrrr

that couch, I mean. I’m way behind on everything else. Well, except for my mesothelioma research; I’m good there. BUt the laundry and the cleaning and all that other stuff? No so much, and at this point, I am running late on hugs as well. That cannot be good!

The good news is that I have three days off this coming week. I hope to spend them catching up on those things I listed, plus some good couch /reading/snuggling time. With and without kids, now that I think about it. If my TBR pile were to fall, I could lose a couple of kids in there, easy.