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Friday, June 29, 2007

Chuck E. Cheese, anyone?

Last night Peter’s t-ball team had their end of season party at Chuck E. Cheese. When we pulled into the parking lot I could tell that some of the boys had their team shirts on. I said, “Oh, rats!” Peter immediately said, “What’s wrong, Mommy?” with this very alarmed little voice. “Oh it’s nothing,” I tried to say nonchalantly. “I just see some of your teammates and they are wearing their t-ball shirts. I meant to bring yours. It’s no big deal. I’m sure there will be some other kids without theirs on.” Why did I have to open my big mouth in the first place?

As I was unbuckling him and helping him out of the car he said, “I don’t want to go in. I’m afraid they will laugh at me.” I asked him why he thought they would laugh at him. “What if they laugh because I don’t have my shirt on? They won’t recognize me.” I wanted to cry right there standing in the parking lot of Chuck E. Cheese. I’m sure standing in the parking lot of CEC has brought many a parent to tears but this was for something other than the knowledge that loud music, flashing lights and mediocre pizza was in their future. My little one was clearly unsure of himself because of something stupid I did. I reassured him that they would know who he was and we headed in. As soon as we got inside the music and lights hypnotized him and he forgot all about his insecurities.

I am so proud of Peter. Not because he learned some baseball fundamentals this season like which direction to head around the bases, how to swing a bat and that snack time comes after the game. I’m not proud because of any of that. I’m proud because he played on a team without knowing anyone. He jumped right in. He took on a sport he didn’t know anything about and he did it on a team where he didn’t know anyone. He didn’t seem scared about not knowing anyone he just did it. He didn’t really make any friends on the team but that’s not his fault. Our coach rarely had practice and it’s hard to make friends when you are actually “playing” the game. He seemed excited to go to every game and he really seemed to want to fit in. I guess that’s what made me sad standing in the parking lot. I didn’t think he really cared about fitting in at the age of four but I guess all we any of us want is to find a place where we fit.

I am going to try harder next season to see if he can get on a team with some of his friends and I am going to try harder to talk to some parents at the games. It will be easier for him to make friends it I make friends. Not sure why but at the age of 37, I still feel like I’m the pudgy 12 year old trying to fit in trying to find a place where I fit.

When it was time to eat pizza I convinced Peter to sit at the table with his teammates. He sat down and started to eat. It almost made me cry to see this beautiful little boy in his camouflage t-shirt surrounded by white Cubs shirts. He didn’t care about any of that at this point he was just happy to be eating pizza.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Could it be PMS?! Already?

Yesterday my daughter cried for 30 minutes. I kid you not…30 minutes straight. You are probably thinking what’s the big deal my baby cries for that long every day before his nap. It wouldn’t be a big deal except that my daughter is three! Three years old not three months old!

It all started out innocently enough. She was opening a box that contained her new piggy bank and as she was trying to pull the porcelain bank out of the box she whacked the piggy bank against her lip. This started the crying jag. I tried to calm her down and inform her that there was not any “bleed” as she likes to call it and that she would be fine. Then she started asking for candy and from there our conversation went something like this:

Me: We don’t have any candy.
Sarah: But I want candy. (The wails starting to increase here.)
M: We’ll get more candy at Halloween.
S: That’s too long.
M: It’s not as far away as you think. We have summer vacation. Then the beginning of
school and then Halloween.
S: I don’t want to go to school. (More intense wailing starting now.)
M: Why not?
S: I don’t want Emma to start big kid’s school. (Emma is one of our neighbors. She will
start kindergarten in the fall leaving Sarah behind in preschool.)
M: But Emma’s 5 now and she has to go to kindergarten.

At this point the wails were inconsolable. The fat wet tears were hot as they slid down her cheeks and I realized there was nothing I could do. I decided just to leave her in her room and let her cry it out. Sometimes as a girl (or a grown woman) there is nothing better than a good hard cry. I was expecting this behavior from Sarah as a teen but not at the ripe old age of three! Is she experiencing PMS? What’s going on? If this is the kind of crying fit she can pitch now, what is in store for me in the future when her hormones kick in? I can hardly wait.

And just to illustrate that this cry really did last 30 minutes here are some of the things I accomplished while she was crying:

I washed all the dishes in the sink. I checked the 10 emails in my in box and responded to the one that wasn’t spam. I emptied the trash and replaced the bag in the can. I watered the flowers on the front porch and on the patio. I checked on Peter who was suspiciously quiet in his bedroom. I got the mail from the mailbox, reviewed it and threw the junk mail in the trash bag that was out in the garage. (I hate putting trash in a new bag so soon after I just removed the full bag. It’s a little pet peeve of mine.) I chatted on the phone with my mom. I scrubbed my bathroom grout a little more. I removed the clean clothes from the dryer and brought them upstairs to be folded.

At this point I checked on Sarah who was still crying. Admittedly at this point it was more of a hard whine and moan combo as opposed to actual crying with tears but the sound of it was still just as annoying. I asked her if she wanted to help me fold the laundry and the moaning/whining/crying stopped immediately. She actually started to smile when I told her she could put away her underwear. Geez…I guess I could have saved us all the trauma of this crying jag by asking her to scrub the toilets! I’ll remember this next month!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The best laid plans....

This morning did not start out quite as I had planned. Dan was having lunch with customers so I didn’t have to make his lunch this morning. I also didn’t have to turn on the sprinklers this morning since it rained last night. I was excited about having a little extra time this morning to read some mommy blogs and drink my coffee in peace before Dan left for work and the kids got up demanding to be fed and asking that simple question that makes a cold sweat run down my neck in the summer, “What are we doing today?”

My coffee pot was set to start brewing at 6:10am so that when I got dressed and came downstairs it would be waiting for me. As I was coming down the stairs, I noticed a big chip out of the nail polish on my big toe. No problem, I thought. I’ll just touch it up. Unfortunately, the nail polish bottle slipped out of my hands and L’Oreal’s Rajin' Cajun was everywhere! “Oh, no!” I softly screamed not wanting to wake up the masses. I was down on my hands and knees instantly surveying the mess. I started with the paper towels and then realized that I was going to have to call in the big guns. I grabbed the Magic Eraser that I keep in the shower and started scrubbing. The polish came off the ceramic tiles with no problem but I wasn’t so lucky with the grout. I scrubbed and scrubbed and then decided to take a break. The coffee and the mommy blogs were calling my name. I headed downstairs and poured myself a cup of coffee. I guess somewhere in between my setting up the coffee maker and it actually making the coffee the filter folded down on itself. There were more grounds in my coffee pot than in the filter. Gross! There is nothing worse than getting a mouth full of grounds when you think you are going to get a nice warm sip of coffee!

I got over that little fiasco, got Dan off to work, got Peter started on his breakfast, made three lunches to take to the park, then headed upstairs to scrub the grout some more. At this point, Sarah started screaming and crying. I ran into her room and saw that her face was covered in blood! Another nosebleed! Even though they are painless they really freak her out. It took 10 minutes to get her calmed down and the nosebleed stopped. It was somewhere between applying pressure with a warm cloth and trying to grab baby elephant and little blankie that I realized that I was going to have to wash the sheets again. She had a nosebleed the night before and I had to wash her sheets and take her comforter to the cleaners. If anyone knows me well they know I hate, hate, hate to wash sheets. The length of time I go between washing sheets is a dirty little secret I will take to my grave! Anyway, I got the sheets in the laundry, scrubbed a blood stain out of her mattress, removed dried nail polish from my feet and hands and removed my toe nail polish. It was time to meet my friends and the playground and I didn’t want to be late. No, my day didn’t start as planned but I survived!