The past two weeks have been totally insane at work. I have a work project that launches in less than two weeks – YIKES! I’ve been wearing my PR gal hat in writing, pitching and placing stories and literally crossing-off the days until this project kicks-off. The last thing I’ve been motivated to do when I’ve gotten home tonight – after seeing the kidlets off to bed – is sit down and write some more for my blog. I’m tired, unmotivated and a week behind in my soap opera….so my dear, kind and supportive husband Tyler — AKA @DadandMarried surprised me with this guest post. He’s a great dad and I know you’ll enjoy his guest post here today!
DISCLAIMER: Not all of the parenting “techniques” described below are necessarily endorsed by The Harried Mom. Yeah, I know she’s my wife and all, but I am just covering my behind here…
As loyal readers of this blog know, recently our oldest child started kindergarten.
When my son was two, that Christmas the Hubs and I got him this great wooden kitchen from Little Tykes. He loved playing with the pots and pans and liked stocking his pantry with old empty (and cleaned out) containers of milk, eggs and butter. He would make and bring me crazy play sandwiches that had ham, cheese, pickles, eggs, bacon, tomatoes and hamburger patties on toast or some type of soup concoction that he said was made up of dinosaurs. He played with his little kitchen everyday for a good six months until he dropped his apron and picked up the checkered flag for anything Lightning McQueen, Monster Jam Trucks and Hot Wheels-related. Sadly, I thought his cooking days were over.
My boy and his first kitchen….
Have you ever heard the saying that you can tell a lot about a woman by the kind of purse they carry? I think you’d get an even better idea by taking a peek inside their purse. What a woman carries in her bag tells her own unique story. Want to know what my bag says about me? It screams, “I’m a mom!”
You know how some women feel about shoes, well, that’s how I’ve always felt about purses. I bought my first “designer” handbag when I was a senior in high school. For months I saved my babysitting earnings and purchased a black & tan leather Dooney & Bourke satchel bag. I still have that bag, in pristine condition and in its original dust bag sitting in my closet along side my other prized purses from Kate Spade, Coach, Burberry, Michael Kors, Brighton and Furla (I told you I really do love purses!).
A few of my fav purses….
Monday mornings in our house are always crazy – I’m sure most moms and dads can relate! Trying to get back into the school/work groove after two days of “play” is always difficult.
When both kidlets were in pre-school, there wasn’t too much to it. We just had to drop off them off with their sleepmats and that was it. The school took care of everything else food and activity-wise. Now with our son in kindergarten, I now spend my mornings scrambling to make sure that he has a healthy lunch and snack packed in his lunchbox plus that he has all his homework completed and safely nestled in his backpack before we leave. Now add to that getting my almost three-year-old diva daughter ready for preschool, an attention-starved dog fed and getting myself showered and ready for work, it’s like a bad forgotten verse of that Bangles song “Manic Monday.”
To my little man
Here it is, your first day of big boy school! It feels like your dad and I have been counting down to this moment since you were born, but now that it’s here I wish I could keep you my little boy for just one more moment, one more minute, one more day, one week more.
My daughter is in a cute phase right now where she wants us to “sing” nursery rhymes together. Really what she means is that she wants mommy to sing and she just watches me closely and mouths along to the words. Therein lies my problem. I’m a bit – okay, a lot – rusty with the words. Some songs I have down pat like “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” or “Itsy, Bitsy Spider;” others I vaguely remember such as “Baa Baa Black Sheep” and “On Top Of Spaghetti” and even ones I’ve never heard before like “The Ants Go Marching.”
I suggested to The Hubs that it might be a good idea to get a CD or to download some children’s music so I could learn the songs with our daughter since she seems to enjoy them so much. He wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of having to listen to some of the horrible kiddie music being peddled around out there, but when I mentioned Golden Records, he was into it.