8/21/08

Come On Get Social Now

I've recently embraced a little part in my day called "Me Time". It has taken me some very, very low moments in my summer to recognize and uphold the importance of Me Time for the sake of my sanity. "Me Time" has forced me to be social... AND active-two things with which I often find myself battling against.
In a past life, I fondly refer to as B.C. (Before Children), I had a lot of Me Time and I coveted it. In fact, I horded it. In B.C. I used to be an avid runner. An avid lone runner who enjoyed long hours and many miles alone, pounding out my run, alone. Upon meeting fellow runners at dinner parties or in my neighborhood, I would happily chat up our mutual love for running, but nothing more. Like the giant elephant in sweatpants jogging in place on the coffee table, I would avoid the inevitable proposal of, "we should go for a run together some time!" I cringed at the thought of it...someone chit chatting their way through MY RUN, changing my tempo, setting my pace, distracting me from Me Time! Uugghhh.
I soon graduated to Motherhood and Me Time was harder to uphold, and lone running was not alone anymore and involved a cumbersome stroller and more often than not, a wailing infant. Suddenly, Me Time wasn't what it used to be. I stopped looking forward to Me Time and sought it other ways to maintain myself: Mommy & Me playdates full of laughter and breast feeding, coffee and social, and lots of kiddie chaos. And yes, running with other moms whose baby stroller happily distracted my baby stroller while we chit chatted along, changing our pace, and distracting each other from the drag of what used to be Me Time.
When my second child arrived, Me Time just disappeared. Along with sleep and sanity. So did social. I couldn't find two seconds for coffee with both kids in tow. Forget running-not with a double stroller and this mooshy body! Me Time desperately needed some attention-almost as much as my saggy ass. So I got a gym membership at my sister's gym in hopes she, who is blissfully enjoying her B.C. Years, would help to encourage me to recall Me Time.
Shortly after setting a routine gym schedule, I found a new friend in my estranged beach town life who is a master at Me Time. In fact, I'm pretty sure she not only invented it but is the President, Chair and CEO of Me Time, Inc. Suddenly, Me Time is taking over my life 4 mornings a week! Two with sis, two with El Presidente Yo!
Me Time is reshaping my butt cheeks and raising my heart rate to new levels. I am on an Endorphin Auto Pilot soaring high in the skies of Me Time World and I hope that neither me or my butt cheeks ever come down because we are both a little less shaky this way.

8/19/08

China Prepares for English Speaking Tourists

This may be old news but they brought me to tears ...of hysterical joy. Hope they do the same for those of you I don't offend by posting online.


Here, Crippie, have a seat.


Go over there to die, please. Thank You.
Good to know...

I Wouldn't Tickle This One.



A separate entrance for Hos...why didn't I think of that?!

There are, of course, more where these came from (see website above) but these were, by far, my favorites. Laugh today. It's not only good for your spirit, but it's a great ab workout.

8/18/08

Don't Blink

I can't tell you how often I pass some older person at the grocery store, in the bank, who coos at my children. Then they reminisce to their past days of parenting their 3 boys or two little girls "just like your two" and how it was just yesterday...now their children are grown and gone or, worse yet (their facial expression scrunches up as they announce) their children are teenagers.
And even if it's the worst possible day I've ever had, my new shirt smeared in crusted crackers and spit up, my oldest wailing up at me while wrapped around my ankles, for that one moment I recognize it. For one second, I can step back and admire my children with a perfect stranger's eye, I can fast forward to a day when I'll be sitting at home with no diapers to change, no turkey sandwiches to make (WITH cream cheese, NO crust, extra shredded carrots) and I know that this stranger is a gift from above. A timely reminder of my special post in life at a very important and very short period in my children's and my own life. In the blink of an eye, they will both be in school, and I will have hours to myself, and when they arrive home to do their homework and chat on the phone, they will not need me, they will not ask for more milk or an airplane ride through the living room. They won't climb on me while I'm reading, they won't barge in while I'm in the shower, they'll close their bedroom doors and lament about how little privacy they get in this house. So today I'm going to keep my eyes wide open, I'm giving this mommy job my best effort because I know that if I blink, these moments will be gone and my baby girls will be all grown up.

8/17/08

A Band of SuperHeroes

If you don't have any "Superhero Friends" you need to march right out into the world and find some. I happen to have a whole bunch of them and when the time comes to pick up the RED PHONE and dial for help they ALWAYS come flying out of their mommy lives and into mine with their capes on. I have recently emerged from a 2 week funk. Without using the word Depression, I can't better describe it. Some of you have observed my less than enthusiastic outlook on life through my blog entries. Others have been gracious enough to pick up the other end of my RED PHONE and just talk.
Either way, true friends have come to my aid in countless ways and I just want to mention all the amazing ways my fantastic wonderful superhero chicas have come to my side. Beginning with countless long phone conversations of puzzling through my long list of sad excuses while equally ignoring their own children or mine as their shrieks and screams fill the background.
A much needed list of potential babysitters and some survival advice that includes, but is not limited to, urgings for alone time in this chaotic life we call motherhood, cocktail recipes and pedicure dates. Many superhero ears for listening, welcoming shoulders to lean on and open arms for hugs. A date for drinks when I REALLY needed it. A little back massage and a playdate for my kiddos. More hugs and more listening. And more solutions like workout dates and new goals, movie time and 30 minute "Mommy Breaks". And you're asking yourself, what qualities do I need to acquire membership into the SUERHERO FRIEND club?! I'm pretty sure I'm still working on my own status. These women sure know how it's done.
All this being said, I cannot leave my browbeaten husband off this superhero list because he truly takes the cake when his back is against the wall. With ears more ready to listen and arms even wider for hugs, I don't know how he deals with me sometimes.
Long story short, the glass is FINALLY half full and I'm seeing the world through less gray and more rosy glass (despite the weather). Thanks Superheroes!