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Wacky Wednesday

Wacky Wednesday. I’m writing this post as I sit in the tea-cup chairs of Chapters book store. I’m not sitting in the kids section because I’m with my kids. I’m sitting here because the power just went out and they’ve locked us in the store. Just as I was thinking to myself “I’m just about done my Christmas shopping and can finally go home” BAM, power out. And so goes my day. This morning my daughter declared today “Wacky Wednesday” and I think got it right.

Here’s how my day begun. 5am and my two-year old son comes in to my bedroom “Mommy, I have to pee”. Sigh. “Ok” I say and drag my butt out of bed and him to the bathroom. After which I promptly return him to his room explaining that 7am is a much more reasonable hour upon which to rise. 3o minutes later and he’s back in my room “Mommy, I pooped”. “You have to go poop, or you pooped in your pajamas?” Want to take a guess on his answer? Ten minutes later, I’ve got him cleaned up, my bathroom cleaned up and thrown out his pjs (they did not survive the disaster). By now it’s nearly 6am and I’m wide awake.

On the way downstairs I dropped my son’s stainless steel water bottle. BANG, BANG, BANG, CRASH, it went down the stairs slamming into our hardwood floors. That’s when my daughter declared it Wacky Wednesday. And so the tale continues.

A few hours later I’m laying on the table at my doctor’s office having minor surgery and the fire alarm goes off. Again and again and again. Thankfully no one seemed to be too alarmed about …the alarm so I was able to stay put. Can you imagine having to leave while your half-naked and being stitched up? And now here I sit writing this blog entry. I’ve just been informed that they want us all to leave but they seem to have some type of back-up power on the cash registers so we should be able to pay for our items on the way out.  Wacky Wednesday indeed.

Paper Towel Dress. Last week I was at the my doctor’s office for my yearly check-up. The nurse tells me to undress all but my socks and hands me a ‘gown’ to put on.  Ok seriously, what is up with this ‘gown’?  I looked at that thing and all I could think was it looked and felt like a giant paper towel. And not even the expensive kind, the cheap no-name brand.  When the doctor enters he asks me how I’m doing. My reply “well I’m basically wearing a piece of paper and I’m freezing cold”. “I meant how are you feeling these days? Any concerns?” “Oh…”

A Bit of Gratitude.  When I put my daughter to bed tonight she decided it was a good time to have a serious deep discussion about religion, where babies come from and cancer. Awesome. Just the conversations I want to have with my five-year old at 7:30 at night. I did my best to answer each of her questions with just enough information that I felt was age appropriate. Once she seemed satisfied and no longer curious, she was content to go to sleep. As much I was feeling a little overwhelmed and surprised by the conversation, I am grateful that she was comfortable enough to ask me questions. I hope to be able to sustain this type of communication in the years to come. Maybe just not quite so late at night, and not all at once.

Until I write again…

Shay

The Story of Stuff

The Story of Stuff.  I recently started reading a book called “The Story of Stuff”. Which is very fitting because I am not a fan of “stuff”. There are two parts to my dislike for stuff. The first is old, unused, taking up space stuff. Boxes of stuff that you own, and store but never use and which you refuse to part with. The second is people’s growing obsession with new stuff. The need to have the biggest, newest, and most expensive stuff when your old stuff works just fine. What most concerns me about people’s growing desire for stuff is how its going to affect my kids. Because truthfully, if you have a garage full of boxes of stuff, so much so that you can’t park in your garage, well I may never understand it, but I’ll never lose sleep over it either. But when I’m listening to people talk about the newest designer handbags and the latest tech toys it bothers me that my kids may value that kind of “stuff”. Until recently when I heard people throw around designer names and talk about getting Botox it was when I was watching an episode of Sex and the City or one of those Real Housewives shows. Now don’t get me wrong, I love every pair of boots that I own; I do my hair and make-up every day; and I don’t think I could live without my iPhone. I have no problem at all with people who like or have nice things. Heck I sometimes wish I had nicer stuff. But where do we find the balance?  The latest and greatest “stuff” does nothing to add to my personal growth but it does decrease my personal wealth. And with all the new “stuff” that people are collecting, it makes me wonder what is happening to all their old stuff? Is it filing up their garages, our landfills? Where does all the stuff go? Will people ever be happy with the stuff the have when there is always something newer out there? Will it ever be enough?

My husband has this saying that I love, “YOU are your child’s favorite toy”. I think about that all the time. Especially now that my daughter is going to school full-time and we only have a precious few hours together each day. I’m trying hard to raise my children to be confident, kind and caring people. And I hope that somewhere in this materialistic consumer based world we are living in, they end up caring a little less about stuff and a little more about what truly matters. I hope that when they look back and think about our time together, they think about the fun times we had playing together and not the “stuff” I bought them.

Favourite Quote: “The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything”

Until I write again…

Shay

Elf Business

Elf Business.  So my two year old son won’t stop touching the darn Elf on the Shelf. The problem (for those not familiar with EOTS) is that according to the EOTS book (a.k.a instruction manual) if you touch the Elf, he loses his magic and will no longer tell Santa when you are being good. Yesterday my son must have knocked the darn elf over 20 times. He would literally walk up to it knock it over and go “Oh No Mommy”. My five year old was having a fit! For now our Elf has found a new home out of a two year old’s reach.

The Lost Power of Persuasion.  So last post I mentioned how my son asked Santa for a “big truck” for Christmas. Well in fact, I finished my Christmas shopping for the kids a while back and did not buy him a ‘big truck’. I’ve been trying to suggest that he really doesn’t need a big truck but what he really needs is a Green Lantern airplane! But he just looks at me and says “No I want a Big Truck” and moves on.  I used to be able to subtly suggest to my kids what they ‘want’ from Santa and voila – the Halloween costumes that I bought on sale after Christmas become the most desired Christmas gift from Santa. This year I am failing miserably.  I fear that unless I can figure out a way to persuade him, my husband’s beloved Green Lantern airplane maybe be returned for a ‘big truck’.

Hey, What’s That Over There?  Am I the only parent who buys gifts for their kids in front of them and hopes they don’t notice? My daughter asked Santa for a zhu zhu pet. Last year Santa got the kids both one. They are these little toy pets that make noises and move around the house. My kids LOVE them. I got them for a bargain price of $3 at Wal-mart so I should be happy that she wants another one right? Not so much. I was beginning to think they didn’t sell them anymore.  I’ve looked everywhere! I was worried that Santa was going to have to send a letter informing her that the Elves are not making zhu zhu pets this year.  Luckily I came across said pets this afternoon. Unfortunately I had both kids with me at the time and there were only 2 pets left on the shelf. So I did what I do best in such situations, I said “hey kids, what’s that over there” and threw it into my bag hoping neither of them noticed. Then when it came time to pay I sent them to look at the candy vending machines as I quickly paid for my purchases and hoped they wouldn’t clue in to my deception. The cashier just shook her head and the kids weren’t too impressed when I finished paying but then wouldn’t buy them any candy. All and all a success I’d say.

Until I write again…

Shay

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