I’ve missed you, old friend

Yes, I know. It has been eight months since I last opened up this blog to write. EIGHT MONTHS! It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, I have. More than once, I have constructed interesting posts in my mind, only to never find the time to put pen to paper, or I guess fingers to keyboard as it were.

My last post came right before school started for the year. I guess that should say it all. This year has been busy; busier than I could have ever imagined. I actually remember thinking that with my youngest boys starting preschool, I would have all this spare time to work, to get caught up on projects, to have time for myself….. except that isn’t exactly how it has gone.

Instead I have spent a very hectic last eight months juggling everyone’s busy schedules. My days are spent driving kids to school, picking them up, volunteering at their schools whenever possible, driving to after-school activities, finding time to help with homework, trying to keep the house running, and just occasionally sneaking in a few moments to sit back and enjoy life at this stage. It’s exhausting. Seriously. I don’t know how other moms do it, especially if they have more kids than me. I am worn out….

So no, by the end of a long day, I’m usually not in the mood to sit down and write. I’m much more in a curl-up-with-a-book-and-glass-of-wine mood, or maybe a Netflix-and-ice-cream-sundae kind of mood.

As it is, I find my time here drawing to a rapid close, as the clock tells me I must head out very soon to pick up my boys from preschool. I’m glad I was able to at least sneak on here for a few precious moments.

So tell me fellow moms, how do YOU do it? How do you get everyone where they need to go, get all the homework done, and get dinner on the table each night? I’m open to any and all suggestions. And maybe those of us who have this craziness worked out into a well-oiled machine, can offer some inspiration to the rest of us who are trying our best to keep up.


The facts of life… preschool version

I always considered myself lucky that Connor was so young when I was pregnant with his brothers. He understood that they were growing in my tummy because that is what we told him. He would kiss my belly every single day so he could give his brothers kisses. And he knew eventually there would be real babies to hold and play with. But he never questioned the why’s or how’s of getting them here. Until today…

Of course all of my boys know that they grew in my belly, we have even talked about how Benjamin and Alexander got to grow in there at the same time, something very special. So today as we were driving home from preschool, Alex randomly announced that he used to grow in my belly. And then Connor asked if the doctor had to cut them out of me, how did they all come out? And I suddenly had no idea what to say…

I tell my children the truth, always. I don’t dumb things down, I explain them carefully in terms that they will understand. They are incredibly smart, they all retain information wonderfully. I have always told myself that if I want to continue to nurture their growing minds, I cannot be afraid to talk about “big people” topics with them, even if I have to find creative metaphors to help them understand big concepts. And it has always served us well in this lesson we call life.

So now what? I never had a C-section, so no, nobody was cut out of my belly. But how do you appropriately broach the subjects of female anatomy and childbirth with a 4 year old and two 2 year olds in the car, all while still trying to concentrate on safe driving???

Fortunately, one of those life lessons we have been open and honest about since the beginning are the basic, physical differences between boys and girls. More often than not, the kids are playing in the bathroom while one of us showers, or they barge into the bathroom without a care, so they have seen what makes Mommy and Daddy different. We don’t make a big deal about it, it is what it is.

So I started there, in my little impromptu, taken completely off guard, chat. I reminded Connor that he knows that girls and boys are different, and told him that babies come out from that area. But in all honesty, I failed. I was distracted by driving, by not having an answer prepared, by not wanting to take the chance of saying something that could scar my children for life… I floundered. I didn’t really know how best to approach the subject, and I didn’t have the time to collect my thoughts. Not a proud teaching moment by any standard.

I was quite literally saved by the bell, or rather the car transporter truck. Connor spotted it, shouted out, and suddenly we had a distraction I so desperately needed. “Yup honey, good eyes, that is a big car transporter, awesome!!” Subject changed successfully…. thankfully.

This could have been an awesome learning moment for Connor. Instead, it became an important learning moment for me. It’s never too early to start thinking about those conversations that you think won’t happen for several more years. Because they just might happen tomorrow. I need to be ready for it, so I can be sure to give my boys the right answer, the honest answer, the age-appropriate but thorough answer. They are unbelievably smart. They can handle it. And I would much rather have that door be open, so that they know they can always come to us with those kinds of questions, and never be turned away.